It was a Family Day today - 20 of us altogether, all meeting up at beautiful, woody, Alice Holt country park.
First of all
we had to get there, of course, and Mr B and I had planned to go "cross-country." And for the first three-quarters of the journey we were congratulating ourselves on our chosen route. The mist lying deep in the valleys; the trees arching over the
road forming a leafy cathedral; the autumn colours - red and gold and russet. At which point we got lost. In Liphook.
If you can possibly help it, don't
get Lost in Liphook. It's no fun, believe me. I still don't think I was totally at fault (though Mr B may have a different point of view) but we just couldn't seem to get ourselves out of the place. And when we plugged in Sally the Sat Nav, well
she was no help at all. I suspected as much when she told us we were three hours and 28 minutes from our destination....
Well, we arrived - finally - and
a fine time was had by all. We enjoyed a picnic (everyone had had to wait for us, so they were all starving...), we followed a trail, we built a dam over a rippling brook, we took photographs, we laughed, we chatted - we did all the things you need to
do on a Family Day Out. Finally we said our fond goodbyes and set out on our homeward journeys.
We didn't have far to go, Mr B and I. Just to the home of
the Youngest of the Darling Daughters where we are staying overnight. You will be very pleased to hear that we didn't get Lost in Liphook.
We just got completely
and totally Flummoxed in Farnham...