Make Hay While The Sun Shines
Walkers: Farty, T.B. , 8 Legs, Windy, Lil and Clat
Distance: 6.25 miles
field, and to lock the gates, thus leaving very high stiles cum fences for us to climb over, and overgrown hedges to be burst through. We did spot a cluster of cattle in one corner, but if the bull was in with them, he would be too knackered to do anything to us, but the speed with which Chris crosses these fields is worth a gold in anyone's book. When sheep get bonked, it's called tupping, so this might be the true meaning of Tupperware parties. Moving on again....
which had some delightful pygmy goats and some coffee-coloured sheep ,
a sort of mocha mutton look - ha ha ha ha ha.
This pub shuts up shop at 3pm so we needed to get back pronto - and we did! The menu was not as varied as hoped, and most of us ordered Staffordshire oatcakes which were stuffed . Quite stodgy and not that digestible either. However, T.B. deemed his fish and chips as quite perfect, and Farty's steak pudding was fine. We have decided to start scoring again: Ambulance - 4, Food -3 (not that much choice, and no salads), Value For Money - 4, Service - 4.
So, that's it until next week - enjoy your bank holidays everyone.
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