The road to Spankers Hill Wood wound up and down dale and copse.Wow what was that?A skin taut Lycra backside of a young lady flashed passed at 30 m.p.h.
First thing we came across(so to speak)was this curious old wooden flogging type bench just a whipcrack away from S.H.W.
Hmmmmmm.
No doubt in the days of stagecoach travel this appurtenance was used in haste for a quick breeches down birch thrashing if they couldnt wait until the Stagecoach reached Dorking?

Spankers Hill Wood proper showing the purple blossoms and one of the many clearings atop the wooded copse.
This next one illustrates on the many fallen tree trunks as a result of the great wind.They invite one to sit lie over or well ........
Despite clapping ones hands loudly atop the hill no Spankers emerged.Only a dumb Labrador grinning inanely.

The wholeplace is swarming with lycra clad backsides of every description-on foot,on horses,on racing cycles.
Heres the back end of some sort of a race.
The Ladies are passing Spankers Hill Wood sporting long Navy Blue Bloomers as they partake.
Well that about wraps it up from me today.
The Hill sports several benches and a picknickers food van/tables opposite the Hill.
What do you think?