Claybrooke Magna, 6 January 2012

After a drive in the fog, we all pitched up in the deceptively not-actually-that-big village of Claybrooke Magna, whose founders presumably hoped that not too many visitors knew any Latin.  Having assembled the party in front of the Pig in Muck pub, and posed the obvious candidate in front of the signage, Chris took us all off into the mud for real.

We’re pleased to have Chris back leading walks - so there was no moaning about the mud, although by golly there was rather a lot of it on this occasion.  But, once the fog lifted there were some good views of the rolling countryside, and the fresh intake of New Year’s Resolution ramblers all seemed happy to be there.  So, as traditional, jolly banter ensured at the pub afterwards – then, it being Twelfth Night, back home to take down Christmas trees, for us stick-in-the-muds.