Surrey meh (Three Bridges to Redhill) - In the name of Thiago - Day 263
Anyway having dispensed with that idea shortly after getting out at Three Bridges station as we started to run out of Sussex to walk in and Surrey loomed gently on the horizon, attentions turned instead to how we were going to entertain ourselves on the long torturous trip up the A23 from Horley to Redhill.
Before I get to that though, here is the obligatory walkers on the train shot, from left to right, Foggy, Clegg and Compo, (you'd have to follow me on social media - ChrisGibbs76 on Twitter - to get that reference, but I'm sure the middle-aged among you will have an idea)!
The crossing of East into West Sussex felt a little more special than this. Perhaps it was because I wasn't expecting the border to come until a little later in the walk today, maybe it was the fact that I knew it meant I was leaving my old home a little further behind or maybe it was just because I don't have a particularly high opinion of the county I was entering. Surrey means pretty much one thing to me and one thing only - money.