Here are Sandyballs's Christmas arrangements, already. However, it's not yet Halloween!
All,
I have booked our lunch at Stanmer House for Thursday December 12 at 13.00 hrs. The idea is that we take a train to Falmer and then have a couple of lemonades at The Swan (venue of a NERDS ramble many, many years ago) then take the short walk across Stanmer Park.
I have paid £60 deposit for all of us. We need to give our choices nearer the time
I agree with Froggy - Malcolm (Bronco) do please join us!I will amend the booking to include you.
Sandyballs
Monday, October 21, 2013
Thursday, October 17, 2013
Future Dates
The dwindling band (all 3 of us) enjoyed a good ramble in the dappled autumn sunshine yesterday. We collectively decided on the ramble dates for November and the December Xmas ramble.
November will take place on Wednesday ( no more Gatwick -hurrah!) 13th.
Xmas ramble on THURSDAY December 12th. For the latter I hope to be booking a table for the Xmas dinner at Stanmer House. We have previously graced this place with our presence twice before and a good time was had by all. The 3 course lunch is priced at a modest £21.95 and includes (I think) a free glass of Prosecco. This will be a short ramble on tarmac so Nerds can leave their heavy, mud-caked walking boots behind and dress in their best threads.
Now I would like to book the table early so would appreciate early replies/ expressions of interest. There is a £10 per head deposit to be paid. I do not mind paying this for you, in advance of future reimbursement of course, if you are CERTAIN that you will be attending. Look forward to hearing from you. I will take silence as a negative response.
Cheers
Harry/ SB
November will take place on Wednesday ( no more Gatwick -hurrah!) 13th.
Xmas ramble on THURSDAY December 12th. For the latter I hope to be booking a table for the Xmas dinner at Stanmer House. We have previously graced this place with our presence twice before and a good time was had by all. The 3 course lunch is priced at a modest £21.95 and includes (I think) a free glass of Prosecco. This will be a short ramble on tarmac so Nerds can leave their heavy, mud-caked walking boots behind and dress in their best threads.
Now I would like to book the table early so would appreciate early replies/ expressions of interest. There is a £10 per head deposit to be paid. I do not mind paying this for you, in advance of future reimbursement of course, if you are CERTAIN that you will be attending. Look forward to hearing from you. I will take silence as a negative response.
Cheers
Harry/ SB
2013 October's Write up
NERDS' Ramble No. 287. 14th October 2013.
The Diminished NERDS Ramble.
Those Present: Sandyballs, Froggy, Lafayette.
Again there was a dearth of NERDS for this ramble due largely to it not yet being Christmas and so no prospect of presents or a visit from Santa Claus. Poor NERDS!
Paco was working his fingers to the bone trying to identify Mystery Ghanaian Shoppers with forged passports ( Ha, ha, as if.....). Matt was still off a-cruising and everyone else was “busy”so it was down to a small, select band of three to do the ramble.
The day dawned brightish yet dullish; it was sort of warmish yet coolish and the NERDS were readyish if not at full strengthish. And Sandyballs had a plan.
But first we had to meet at chez Vic on Lewes Station.
First shock was that the dwarf ginger lady, who was very friendly and obviously fancied Froggy, declined to serve us brandies with our coffees. We told her we were all over 18, but she said she could see that and that wasn't actually the issue. Alkohol Sirven Bevor Ten Hunderd Ours vos Verboten. ( It was 0955hrs). So we played around with our coffees and then got Froggy over to promise her a shag sometime if only she'd give us some brandy quick because we were all dying for a drink and our train was going in five minutes....
It worked . We got our brandies, caught the train and Froggy left behind yet another pining female whom he'd seduced with false promises.....
And so on to Berwick. We checked out the Berwick Arms (from the outside cos it wasn't open yet) and thought it looked a bit deserted with no sign of Milfs or any other form of life. So not much chance of a drink there either.
Sandyballs unfurled his map and led us over the fields.
It was pleasant, autumny weather and not too muddy; we walked in the direction of er... somewhere, like back to Lewes but almost came out near the Barley Mow on the A27.... but not quite. Down a lane past a Kangeroo sign (kangeroo sign?) and then over lots of pleasant fields, some with sheep in them and some with no sheep in them just to make a change.
One had a ram in it who looked as if he might be prepared to defend his poor flock against NERD depradations, but took one look at Froggy's new Bear Gryll's style coat, turned tail and fled.
After lots of skirting hedges, getting a bit lost and wondering where lunch was ( Sandyballs refused to enlighten us) we gathered we were sort of heading for Ripe because there was a church there and we could see the steeple. We crossed a funny field where the grass was really smooth like on a bowling green, but where the farmer was employing two large tractors to rip it up and stack it up as turf. Maybe he was planning to sell it to posh people in Pakistan to refurbish their back-garden cricket pitches (if you've ever batted, bowled or fielded on a dry Pak. cricket pitch you'll know why). Anyway, whatever....
Finally we found ourselves walking up the long road to The Yew Tree at Chalvington.
Lafayette thought this pub looked a little familiar and then remembered. He and S.B. had visited it during the summer (purely for medicinal reasons ) and had sat in the garden watching all the local nannies playing with their delightful children. However we were narrowly beaten to the front door by a colonely looking Old Fart in a big daimler which seemed to indicate the clientele around that area.
Lafayette also recognised the pub by its flag floors and by the fact he had once about fifteen years ago tried to smoke a cigarette through his navel in the very room in which he was now standing (just don't ask...). It was a warm and welcoming pub. The locals all sat infront of the fire and grinned toothlessly at us – they knew what was probably going to happen next.
Lafayette was suddenly transported to another land where lots of Milfs were playing cricket on a green and pleasant pitch and where he was in to bat and where a particularly good looking Milf with long legs was trying to get him to knock the ball into her pram. “ we knew that you and all your friends were coming to our village green this morning,” the Milf said in a soft voice “And we thought we'd put on a show for you since you seem to like our kind.” “ Oh , yes,” thought Lafayette, “You and mermaids are my favourites.” This pleasant vision was disturbed by a rough hand shaking his shoulder. “ Wake up, you daft bastard,” he heard Sandyballs say impatiently. “You've just banged your head on one of the roof beams and nearly spilt all your drink.” The locals cackled toothlessly and Laf. vowed to walk around like Quasimodo for the rest of the time he was in the pub.
The food looked good and Froggy was elected official Quazi for the day to give him the privilege of fetching and carrying.
In fact the food was very good and so was the beer, and the landlord, Rett, or something was a very considerate old cove who told Lafayette he would be happy to keep his Milfs in the pub over the winter so they wouldn't get wet. (As you may have guessed, Laf. wasn't yet firing on all cylinders and was still getting a distorted view of reality) – unlike his write-up which are always the strict truth.
The other two Diminished NERDS amused themselves by playing 51st parallel games with their knives and forks. viz. You can't come over my side of the table because that's contravening my bit of space ie. “No Passaran.” but I can come over your part of the table because your spoon isn't in my way. ie. I can pinch your chips and you can't retaliate. Sadly, we had to leave this nice pub with its sympatico landlord and head off once again into the countryside.
We traversed some roads, some fields, a bit of a wood and then half a mile down a straight, straight road could be seen the station and The Berwick Arms. Open at last! We piled in; it looked a bit sparse; but at least it sold beer and had a nice fire with armchairs infront of it.
There was another new landlord and unfortunately there wasn't a Milf to be seen so Lafayette descended into a doze and dreamt a little. The others sat around, set new dates, drew up agendas, organised the NERDS' Christmas Onesie Party and generally made themselves useful. Then, hoping for a train full of mini-skirted schoolgirls they hurtled out of the pub to get the train back to Lewes.
Sadly the train was both Milfless and schoolgirlless so the NERDS settled for drink. “Let's go to The Kings Head in Southover,” suggested S.B. “The barmaids there are always cracking.” and so they were.
The afternoon one was shapely with long dark hair and welcomed three pissed-up NERDS with a gorgeous smile. Her relief on the evening shift was quite tall with long blonde hair and a very pleasant manner. Both of them were at least old enough to be our granddaughters.
And so another ramble came to an end. Despite there being only three Depleted NERDS it had been a success. The route, although a bit long had been very interesting and rural. The pub in Chalvington was in the increasingly rare “NERDS Approved” category, so thanks to Sandyballs for his organising it.
It'll soon be Christmas – really looking forward to The Onesie Party. Hope I can get a costume with a tail on it! Lafayette.
The Diminished NERDS Ramble.
Those Present: Sandyballs, Froggy, Lafayette.
Again there was a dearth of NERDS for this ramble due largely to it not yet being Christmas and so no prospect of presents or a visit from Santa Claus. Poor NERDS!
Paco was working his fingers to the bone trying to identify Mystery Ghanaian Shoppers with forged passports ( Ha, ha, as if.....). Matt was still off a-cruising and everyone else was “busy”so it was down to a small, select band of three to do the ramble.
The day dawned brightish yet dullish; it was sort of warmish yet coolish and the NERDS were readyish if not at full strengthish. And Sandyballs had a plan.
But first we had to meet at chez Vic on Lewes Station.
It worked . We got our brandies, caught the train and Froggy left behind yet another pining female whom he'd seduced with false promises.....
And so on to Berwick. We checked out the Berwick Arms (from the outside cos it wasn't open yet) and thought it looked a bit deserted with no sign of Milfs or any other form of life. So not much chance of a drink there either.
Sandyballs unfurled his map and led us over the fields.
After lots of skirting hedges, getting a bit lost and wondering where lunch was ( Sandyballs refused to enlighten us) we gathered we were sort of heading for Ripe because there was a church there and we could see the steeple. We crossed a funny field where the grass was really smooth like on a bowling green, but where the farmer was employing two large tractors to rip it up and stack it up as turf. Maybe he was planning to sell it to posh people in Pakistan to refurbish their back-garden cricket pitches (if you've ever batted, bowled or fielded on a dry Pak. cricket pitch you'll know why). Anyway, whatever....
Finally we found ourselves walking up the long road to The Yew Tree at Chalvington.
Lafayette also recognised the pub by its flag floors and by the fact he had once about fifteen years ago tried to smoke a cigarette through his navel in the very room in which he was now standing (just don't ask...). It was a warm and welcoming pub. The locals all sat infront of the fire and grinned toothlessly at us – they knew what was probably going to happen next.
Lafayette was suddenly transported to another land where lots of Milfs were playing cricket on a green and pleasant pitch and where he was in to bat and where a particularly good looking Milf with long legs was trying to get him to knock the ball into her pram. “ we knew that you and all your friends were coming to our village green this morning,” the Milf said in a soft voice “And we thought we'd put on a show for you since you seem to like our kind.” “ Oh , yes,” thought Lafayette, “You and mermaids are my favourites.” This pleasant vision was disturbed by a rough hand shaking his shoulder. “ Wake up, you daft bastard,” he heard Sandyballs say impatiently. “You've just banged your head on one of the roof beams and nearly spilt all your drink.” The locals cackled toothlessly and Laf. vowed to walk around like Quasimodo for the rest of the time he was in the pub.
The food looked good and Froggy was elected official Quazi for the day to give him the privilege of fetching and carrying.
The other two Diminished NERDS amused themselves by playing 51st parallel games with their knives and forks. viz. You can't come over my side of the table because that's contravening my bit of space ie. “No Passaran.” but I can come over your part of the table because your spoon isn't in my way. ie. I can pinch your chips and you can't retaliate. Sadly, we had to leave this nice pub with its sympatico landlord and head off once again into the countryside.
We traversed some roads, some fields, a bit of a wood and then half a mile down a straight, straight road could be seen the station and The Berwick Arms. Open at last! We piled in; it looked a bit sparse; but at least it sold beer and had a nice fire with armchairs infront of it.
Sadly the train was both Milfless and schoolgirlless so the NERDS settled for drink. “Let's go to The Kings Head in Southover,” suggested S.B. “The barmaids there are always cracking.” and so they were.
And so another ramble came to an end. Despite there being only three Depleted NERDS it had been a success. The route, although a bit long had been very interesting and rural. The pub in Chalvington was in the increasingly rare “NERDS Approved” category, so thanks to Sandyballs for his organising it.
It'll soon be Christmas – really looking forward to The Onesie Party. Hope I can get a costume with a tail on it! Lafayette.
Wednesday, October 09, 2013
Final October joining instructions
Dear NERDS,
After some confusion and deliberation it has been agreed by nearly all that we shall stick to the original plan and walk on Monday 14th. Details to follow!
There may well be just 3 of us - unless Mike and Tony decide to join us?
Sandyballs
After some confusion and deliberation it has been agreed by nearly all that we shall stick to the original plan and walk on Monday 14th. Details to follow!
There may well be just 3 of us - unless Mike and Tony decide to join us?
Sandyballs
Tuesday, October 08, 2013
October's Joining Instructions
All,
Froggy has asked that we take another look at the prospective date for the October ramble, Monday 14th, so we can accommodate Matt . I do not mind but for me that only means Friday 25th or Monday 28th. It also probably involves Paco getting a duty swap. Any thoughts anyone? Or should we just stick with 14th?
By the way Croatia was great and Dubrovnik was awesome!
Sandyballs
Froggy has asked that we take another look at the prospective date for the October ramble, Monday 14th, so we can accommodate Matt . I do not mind but for me that only means Friday 25th or Monday 28th. It also probably involves Paco getting a duty swap. Any thoughts anyone? Or should we just stick with 14th?
By the way Croatia was great and Dubrovnik was awesome!
Sandyballs
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