So at 7.30 prompt, we head into the Valley. The recent thaw made everything increadably slippy and muddy. Scoot up to Lucas Neils the up the WW to Green Arms. Toss was moaning about the pace as he hasnt been out for a while. As is was going to be a short ride, Me and Wors got a wiggle on so it was pretty quick.
Through the back woods to Turton Tower. Mrs. Dowson's ice cream business is clearly going downhill and she had felt the need to branch our into other, perhaps more lucrative markets.
You never know, it might catch on.
Back to Tossers to light the fire, we pulled up a chair for our missing mate Alan, and toasted the poor guy. Didnt leave till 12.40am. Rough as a bears arse this morning.