The sun was shining, and it seemed to have put a spring in our steps, and indeed upon our accelerator pedals, so most of us arrived in Welford way too early. Appropriately enough, we were parked next to an ornate antique sundial with the motto 'Hors pars vitae' - every hour is part of a life. Well, so it was, and within the hour we were off into some classic countryside on the way to Naseby.Naseby was the scene of a rather large Civil War battle, and the masses of buried Royalist musket-balls confused our compasses to an unprecedented extent. Of course, that's why we temporarily found ourselves going around in circles - we wouldn't dream of taking such a cavalier attitude usually. But we escaped from the battlefield with nothing but mild drizzle to contend with, and headed to a castle-shaped pub for a spot of, well, Restoration.
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