Waiting for Alan to arrive with his harem, Martin announced that our lunch reservation had been cancelled......so not funny and no one was taken in by his comments.
Starting off from Aldwincle, we headed along mixtures of hard surface tracks, grass paths and bridle ways towards Titchmarsh. We saw just the 1 bird hide in what is known to be a twitchers paradise, but only an Egret was spotted today.
The farmers were busy gathering their harvest as rain was forecast but this was changing hourly. A cheeky little remark was made as we walked through a field of ‘wild oats’. The route was quite overgrown in places, Martin now wishing he had put full length trousers on as we trampled through brambles and stinging nettles - payback for his earlier windup comment.
No coffee stop, just a quick banana stop, as the pace being quite slow and we needed to be at the pub on time as the table was booked. Arriving at The King's Head in Wadenhoe, we were shown to our table, and the food soon arrived, well Rogers starter as poor Neville had played safe this year and not gone for the 3 course option.
Lovely as it was, it was slightly overshadowed by a nasty pong! Not sure if what we were told was accurate as I saw a remark on Trip Advisor stating there was a sewer processing issue back in 2013. There was another issue....someone being a nuisance with the fluorescent ink (used to write the dessert board) which was still wet, but boys will be boys!
Just as we had settled the bill, the rain started, so it was coats on for the short walk up to the church, by which time it had more or less stopped. This was how it was for the short stretch back to the cars, but a pleasant Saturday afternoon had been enjoyed.
Report by Sue
Walk rating – Good.
Pictures - Alexandra and Alan
No doubt a rather strange road name for someone from Portugal.
It's not every day you see a telephone box decorated with a carrot.
Jane is on her phone, Sue and Deborah are deep in conversation; Alan uses the threat of a beating with wild oats to chivy them along.
Neville looks very happy with his tower of a meal.
Martin smudges the dessert menu.
Alan tries to disguise himself in a field of oats.<
What was intended as a short banana stop, lasted longer than expected and nearly made us late for lunch.
But hunger must be kicking in as we set a lively pace to get to the pub.
Here we are in the garden of the King's Head.