It was raining again in Crowhurst. Some will remember the soaking that Fair Butt gave us last July. This was January in a new year and it wasn't as bad. Front End Loader got stuck in the mud soon after the start and needed a JCB to get her out. (Jolly Big Coaxing!)
Lanes led to fields which led to lanes and with the help of numerous (too many) wait checks the rather large pack stayed together.
A familiar site for the Beer Stop, as it was the same as last year. Not only that, but there was still beer down a rabbit hole from the previous occasion. Jobsworth was foolish enough and thirsty enough to sample one of the filthy old beers. Visiting hours at the poisoning ward, are available upon request.
After a couple of lucky guesses Cliffbanger found himself at the front, but he was not alone. An unfamiliar young lady in Wellingtons and overcoat was hot on his heels.
It turned out to be Elise hash spawn of Well Mounted and about 50 year Cliffbanger's junior.
Dirty Harry has, at last, someone nearer his own age to chat up. He was overheard using the line "Is Bushsquatter your Nan?" The reply was something like "What's a Bushsquatter?"
Down-downs were brief with notables being the 5 virgins, and Jobsworth for wearing an enormous watch with everything on it but a stomach pump.
After a couple of lucky guesses