It was a spring-like day. There was warm sunshine, blossom on trees, daffodils and primroses on banks, and bluebell and dog’s mercury leaves in woods. And, joy of joys, little mud. Paths had dried considerably since we walked this route two weeks ago (March 4).
Twenty-eight set out from the car park in Blackheath. Unbeknownst to us only twenty-seven returned. One person got left behind in the last half mile of the ten mile walk. While the rest of us sat in the leaders’ garden drinking tea and eating cake, the missing person searched for his way back in Blackheath Forest, an area of conifer woodland, open heath and few landmarks. He reached the leaders’ house just as we were leaving for home. Fortunately, we hadn’t scoffed all the cake.
Map: OS X 145