On On: Forsyth Mill, Chidlow
A big turnout considering it was a long weekend. Run was a tad short, not in time or length, but in that we arrived back before the walkers…and thus had no access to beer. A very unfortunate situation. Still, we survived.
Cedric became “Baldric”…down-downs were given for such sins as “showing up”, and “bringing your family”. Passiona liked the place so much he came back for another look, and Little Weed could barely bring herself to leave.
Hoover rolled in something stinky. I stood too close to the crisps (and ate too many).