Fleckney Walking Club

A “Typical” Sunday

We meet in the car park at half past nine,
Whatever the weather, we’re all on time,
If you don’t drive someone will share,
A seat in their car for minimal fare.

We park in a lay-by, or suitable place,
Time to get ready and boots to lace.
We’re usually given a map for the day,
With the obligatory pub-stop marked on the way.

The distance is around eight or ten miles,
Across fields, through woods, over bridges and stiles.
After a couple of hours we stop for a break,
For coffee and biscuits and pieces of cake.

On to the pub for about twelve-thirty,
We take off our boots so the carpet’s not dirty.
A couple of drinks and a chance for a rest,
Some food, or maybe local brews to test.

We can get mislaid if the way is not clear,
Not ‘cause the leader has had too much beer!
It doesn’t matter, we always find a way,
And a little adventure adds spice to the day.

There’s always plenty of good conversation,
The meaning of life or the state of the nation!
It’s a pleasure to explore this countryside of ours,
And observe the things we don’t see from our cars.

It’s a rewarding time to spend part of your weekend,
Getting fresh air, exercise and meeting new friends.
You’ve nothing to lose by joining our club,
Just a few pounds which can only be good.

Deborah Martin