Spent a pleasant hour or so in the morning shifting and stacking a new batch of logs for the fire. The load didn't seem quite as large as last time, but should keep us going for another month.
The renewal notice for the Silver Vixen's car insurance came through. Decided to shop around. Again managed to halve the monthly payments by going to Direct Line. Makes you wonder how NU manage to stay in business.
After lunch the Silver Vixen and Gorse Fox donned their walking boots and headed inland. The objective of the walk was to find the best route towards Highdown, enabling the safe crossing of the railway.
The Old Cottage, at East Kinsgton. It looks as if it sunk into the ground. The thatch almost reaches the grass in places. Such a pretty cottage, but it looks as if it is probably quite dark inside (though very large).
It turned out to be and easy route, crossing at Ferring. Ferring seems like a depressing place. It always seems grey and dark. I think I read that it has the highest proportion of retired inhabitants of any village in the country. Well I guess they were all stuck on their stairlifts today, because the place was ghost town.
East Kingston House. A view of the rear of the beautiful olde manor house that used to stand at the heart of the closed parish of Kingston.
I guess we were out for about an hour and a quarter - very pleasant, very quiet. I would think, however, that it could be very muddy walk when wet.
Cousteau-cub phoned during the evening. She's looking forward to Sundays clkash between Arsenal & Chelsea, and our outing to White Hart Lane next Saturday. Apparently she has been so enthused about Sunday's game, that her house mates have decided to go and watch it with her down at the pub.
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