Due to
snow-related contingencies we were technically without an official leader
today, but having found the relevant map and declared an anarcho-syndicalist
commune for the day, we set off into the white stuff. The world looked like one giant meringue, and
squeaked every time we stepped on it.
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| Frosty the Snowman |
Bonus
credits have to go to the first LRWGer to set out on a route in cross-country
skis – and he completed it in them, too.
That gives you a clue just how much snow there was! But, for the rest of us, standard walking
gear was just fine, and with a fluffy carpet over frozen ground it was even
easier terrain than some of the muddier walks of recent weeks.
Making rapid
time through Leicestershire’s suddenly surprisingly Arctic scenery took us
quickly to Long Whatton, where the awesome pub had just opened. The decor looked so much better with a pair of skis parked inside, and
since we were bending a few rules today we paused for a spot of Lebanese grub –
that may sound an odd choice for a snowy day, but it definitely hit the spot.
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| Frosty surveys the scenery |
By the time
we’d finished attacking the houmous and chips (oh come on, why not?), there
were even more flurries of snowflakes floating from the clouds, so we stopped
after another couple of miles to build a monument to Frosty the Snowman,
decorated with Five-A-Day and some headgear you may just recognise. Then most of us strode, and one of us slithered, all the way home. What a day!


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