Five of us leave Uxbridge with me at the helm: Two Macs, one Morgan (the quieter of the two), and one Chris ( of loud trousers fame). We carefully negotiate the frozen puddles through Iver and Trenches, through Stoke Poges to our coffee stop at Farnham Park Golf club. Onward towards Burnham Village where it starts to rain. We stop briefly to allow waterproofs to be put on. John puts on his rain jacket, no one else bothers. Did they not believe the forecast I wonder? We head north towards lunch at the White Hart Beaconsfield. As usual I'm the last to order, but the first to get served. It pays to order a starter instead of a main course. As the rain has well and truly set in, my troup finally put on their wet weather clothing. Those with Rain-Legs or less will have wet bottoms, those who have brought over trousers like John and myself, will be better served. We proceed past Seer Green to Chalfont St Giles. By Chalfont Grove, John leaves us for Joiners Lane and beyond, the rest of us continue to Denham. We decide to go through the golf course, and in spite of rain there is someone playing golf. I thought we were supposed to be mad. By Uxbridge I'm on my own. My rain jacket has been well and truly beaten into submission. I've only four miles to go but I'm gaining weight by the bucket load. Home is a very welcome sight. Bernie Green