Roll out the Barrow, 10 March 2013

Excitement in the morning, as your reliable blogger found two inches of snow on the car.  Sadly, there was barely any sign of the white stuff at Barrow-on-Soar, where we all turned up to walk through the winter/spring overlap anyway.  Our nominated leader having pranged a limb (temporarily, we hope), we were personally guided around this route by our very own Chair, no less... and if you think that’s clever, you should see what the LRWG Occasional Table can do when push comes to shove.

So, we had a bit of a wallow through quite a bit of mud, to be honest, slurping over the fields and alongside enthusiastically bubbling brooks en route to the pub at Quorn, which has nothing to do with veggie sausages but was where the secret Kriegsmarine signals were intercepted in the Second World War – Bletchley Park had the egg-heads, but we had the aerials.  But, the purpose of today’s visit was no Enigma; we were there for the beer.

Thus reinforced, we did some more wallowing back to the Navigation, another pub, where all the tourists ran away in terror at the sight of muddy people, and we had tea in proper china, because we’re so rock’n’roll.  Oh, and we did get a few flakes of snow, after all.  Not bad at all!