…my own epic drama, my own scripted page

So, as you may of noted from my previous page I spent the weekend at Crishna’s and yesterday we spent the evening, and some of this morning, in the A&E department at St. Peters Hosipital…

Let’s rewind to yesterday morning….

We decided that seen as it was a nice day we would go to this big green mass on the map called Box Hill Country Park near a village called, funnily enough, Box Hill. This is near a town called Dorking, a place where I would probably fit well in

According to my favourite-blocked-in-China-website, Wikipedia…

Box Hill is a well known beauty spot in the North Downs of Surrey, England, close to the southern outskirts of London, overlooking Dorking to the south-west. There is a small village of the same name about 1.5 km to the east. Confusingly, Box Hill School is located in the village of Mickleham about 1.5 km to the north, and is between the towns of Dorking and Leatherhead. Just outside of the M25.

The hill is named after the box trees which can be found on its steep southern and western flanks, especially around the “Whites”, chalk cliffs cut by the River Mole.

The fact that it had the River Mole running through it was pretty much enough to make me go to the place. Hey, I’m a sucker for anything Mole related. So, anyways, it’s only about 20 miles from Woking so we decided to go and, well, went. Climbing up the hill on the tiny, winding roads was frustrating through the fact that the roads just aren’t wide enough but then when the trees open you get some amazing views illustrating how high you have climbed and the quickly diminishing villages and roads below. At points literally a mistake moving us a foot to the left would of sent the car tumbling sideways down a 60deg drop. I imagine rolling and resulting in a big explosion at the bottom. Once you reach the top you’re reminded how these days you have to pay for everything as we got charged £3 to park the car and then paid £1 for a Twister! But y’know, it’s a Twister and they pretty much sum up summer for me.

The view from the viewpoint which is near, but not technically, the highest point is amazing and you can see the whole of Dorking town, fields and some other shit. But as PFR say “a picture paints a thousand words so go view my Flickr gallery” or something along them lines. Thankfully we seem to of been blessed with the only day in the last 3 weeks that hasn’t seen sporadic and sudden rain showers! We walked along the summit and then headed down some stairs because it looked cool. We soon found out that by selecting that one set of stairs, literally, meant we had to go down a further 10 sets. Which brought us pretty much right down to the bottom of the hill and out onto the Riverside trail, or Pilgrims’ Way, which took us along the River Mole. Along here we saw some huge concrete stubs that I am convinced look like huge, but short… well, y’know. No idea what they are for and Wikipedia/Google can’t shed any light on it either. We also met a really nice fisherman who had caught a 9lb Barbel. It was the biggest fish I’ve ever seen and he asked if I could take a photo of it on his new digital camera, to which I obliged because I’m so God damned helpful.

We then tried to short cut it back up the hill as we didn’t really fancy walking all the way back the way we’d came but pretty much got stuck after hitting fence after barb wire fence. We managed to get back into Box Hill CP by breaking down a fairly damaged part of the fence at which point I managed to snag a nice hole in my jeans! Climbing up the following hill was a struggle as it was fairly slippy and steep. Unfortunately, here Crishna managed to fall and fracture her ankle. Being in the middle of nowhere and the car being at the top hill left us with a bit of problem. So we started walking down the hill on the advice of some guys who said we could make it to the main road where we could summon a taxi. However, after covering approx 200m in just over an hour we finally managed to hitch a lift off of a local to a local pub. The resulting taxi cost us £14 to get back to the top of the hill. It was only 5miles, tops! So I drove back whilst Crishna wasn’t yelping in agony on every roundabout I went round so I told her we should go to the hospital. Which we went to at about 8pm. We got saw by Nurse Hotty Hot Pants, saw Dr. Chinky McChink and then got Xrayed by a guy that looked like he played too much WoW. We then went to see another Dr. and then Nurse Hotty Hot Pants plastered up her leg.

So, all in all, an interesting weekend. And just for you, since I’ve got my sexy N95, I managed to snap some nice shots for you to test out how good the camera is. And I’m satisfied. So, as Leah would say, it’s all gravy.

I made a set of the photos, click here.

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