Talk was of ticks on this morning’s 5½ mile walk. The leader was concerned enough to wear gaiters; she said she was a tick magnet. There was no long grass on the route so, with luck, no one went home with any ticks. The only obvious hazard was the neck-high nettles that lined one path.
Nineteen met for the start opposite the White Horse in Hascombe. We headed east and walked on paths round Hascombe Hill.
Footnote: One person discovered a tick on his right shin later in the day. He noticed a sudden itch and, on inspection, spotted the creature well-embedded in his skin. He immediately prised it out with his bare hands.
Maps: OS X 134, 145