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| Four legs good, two legs... covered in goo anyway. |
Heading off
with a large crowd, we soon ran into serious mud, but after a minor creative detour
we were soon back on track and en route for the first pub of the day at one of
the Leakes (East Leake, West Leake or somewhere in between). The sun had got a bit tired by then, so we
were saved from any risk of a post-lunch snooze by a fizzy micro-squall of
gusty hail, followed by a sudden wind which wafted us along the canal at the
end of the route faster than a sail-barge with a crew of thirsty coal-scuttlers
(whatever they are). Of course, the
end-of-walk pub was right on the towpath, so it was raffish backdraft hairdos
and halves of mild all ‘round. Many thanks
to Ian for a very circuitous circumnavigation of bush and Brush.

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