And very good it was, too. Me and tiermat set off into the nippy night under a fabulous moonlit sky, the big planets hanging, and had our first proper winter pub run of the season. Beer was drunked, chips were et, and there was custard. Home again, home again, jiggety jig as the hard white rain bounced off our heads and we chatted, giggled and wove over the roads on the direct-but-bumpy route back to THoFC. The moon was hiding behind the big full clouds on the home run, but the orange sky was reflected in the roads in appropriately orangey fashion. My batteries ran out on the run out but we changed them, and the driver of a big Audi stopped to check we were OK, which was a first. Plenty puddles, plenty mud, grand it was.
