Forward planning is dead. Long live winging it
Last night, in clear and flagrant breach of OD's diktat, we went to the other spiritual home instead of the Crown at Messing.
Jiber and I struggled through the wind from our respective lairs while Huggy and the Hustler popped up Blue Mills and into the pub
We sampled Admiral by Farmers, Ptipsy Ptarmigan by Wibblers and Sombrero by Elephant Brewing. Sombrero narrowly took the Quaffers' Choice.
At a gathering of such intellectual giants it was inevitable that talk was of serious matters; the presidential debates, the Hustler's H Plan diet, how to carry a golf umbrella on a bike and Grant's gloves were just some of the topics that were covered in a wide-ranging and lively debate - it's amazing how the conversation improves without the merry prankster on hand to divert us.
After staying for one for the road, we all headed off into the night; Jiber and I on our long rides home and the other two back down the hill to Witham.
Who knows where the peloton will wind up next week...