By Maggie
It's Saturday, it's 2pm, we're at Nonsuch Park but something is very wrong!
Colin is nowhere to be seen!
We stand around, we search the cafe, the loos, the Mansion House but to no avail. So search parties must go out. Lynda is cajoled into leading a group to Kingston. Helen Rees, whose new knees were inspected by all, decided to retrace her steps home and that left Nigel to lead a 10 strong group to all Colin's favourite spots. So we left the park and circumnavigated our way by circuitous route toward Squires in Long Ditton. Thus we cleverly searched the highways and byways, taking little known routes and stopping briefly at the Thames in case a maritime rescue might be necessary. Almost retracing our steps we began to make the ascent towards the vital stop for nourishment when Sue decided that Bushey Park needed inspection. With camera in hand to record her discoveries she valiantly left the group.
Now our worry was what would happen if Colin wasn't eating a toasted tea cake at 3pm. Would the wheels fall off his bike or some other dastardly mishap occur? So we gathered in Squires to discuss our next steps over tea and cake. Down to 9 now!
Revitalised we turned out of Squires but only half the group made it. Like a police spike strip empty flower pots were thrown across the road from the roof of a car stopping our exit. Justine courageously stopped to rescue the situation.
We now sped back to Nonsuch Park across the Hogsmill river and we dispersed to continue the search.
It turns out Colin was safe and well. He was last heard of sharing his daughter's birthday cake!
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