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Pub: The Sussex Oak, Warnham
Date: 25th May
Hares: Fetherlite & Scud
An excursion to the south … The Sussex Oak, in the delightful village of Warnham.
Tonight we were joined by no less than 16 Horsham Bootcampers who were instantly confused by Scud’s explanation of the ‘rules’. The on-out was a footpath from the pub carpark that led us towards the countryside but on a road at the end of which… another road! Surrounded by beautiful, far reaching views of green fields and dense woodland it was something of a surprise when we took a left turn onto…. more tarmac!
Finally the trail led us along a pleasant footpath following the edge of a field. At this point I was joined by one of the bootcampers, Jackhammer (Jacqui), and I had to confess to her that I was knackered after the earlier bootcamp session and hadn’t had time to go home for my tea so also feeling a bit peckish. “Follow me” she said, leading me off the footpath and into the woods where we found a clump of rather succulent looking mushrooms. “Are they safe to eat” I asked. “Of course they are, you can trust me I’m a BA Trolley Dolly”. So, suitably refreshed, we set off along the woodland path. After a while I couldn’t help but notice naked fairies, flitting from twig to twig in the bushes and then, in a clearing, bearded men, dressed in brightly coloured mankinis, doing a strange leaping dance. They had bells on their legs and were banging sticks together! As we splashed through luminescent emerald green pools the water droplets turned to twinkling stars, glowing moons and other sparkly things. We followed the path deeper into the woods until our progress was halted by a gathering of the strangest creatures I have ever seen. They didn’t notice us as their attention was focused on a huge, ugly, warty toad sat atop a tree stump. The toad cleared his throat to address the crowd, but, as he did so he transformed into something even more terrible and hideous. “A note for the Hares” he said! As the mists cleared I could see Scud and Fetherlite, arms linked, spilling most of their down downs.
The RA, Layby, then took over the proceedings and judged all the bootcampers to be sinners - just for turning up! To save money on down downs, Andrew (Bootcamp Supremo) ‘took one for the team’. He was joined by bluebell expert Lunchbox, who couldn’t tell the difference between a petrol and a diesel car, Bionic (something to do with a cold remedy), Loo Lops and Dan (bootcampers) who were a bit too keen – doing lots of checking etc., DJ Kate (bootcamper) who was enjoying views of faster runners and Car Wash (another bootcamper – Chris) who was running in all directions at the checks just so he could enjoy the views of the fantastic countryside.
And when I awoke the next day I realised that, yes, it must have all been a weird dream!
On On … DickKnows