In spite of heavy over-night rain fourteen people turned up for today’s 8½ mile walk. There were puddles by the sides of roads on the drive to the start in Haslemere but, fortunately, none were large enough to meet in the middle. The rain stopped as the walkers set off, clouds slowly cleared and by the afternoon there were periods of sunshine.
Mud had reappeared. Gone were the dry footpaths of the summer. They were now soggy and, in woodland, were covered with dead leaves which concealed roots and, at times, the paths themselves. Trodden tracks were less obvious. The leader was glad she’d checked the route a week ago.
There was one surprise—a gate that was so firmly closed by its auto latch that no one could open it. The leader climbed over and inspected the latch from the other side. When another person climbed over (near the hinges) she noticed that the gate sagged slightly so she asked the third person, who was smaller, to climb over nearer the latch. The gate moved down enough for the latch to be lifted up. Once the climber was over the gate, a hefty push by several people opened the gate.
Map: OS X 133