R*n 257: Abbeystead

So our acting GM decided that Baldbrick could choose the scribe as he was so prompt at doing his last write up.

I mean, letting Baldbrick make a decision! After much umming and ahhing he finally made his decision and chose me. Maybe it was the fact I was standing next to him that made his decision easy?

The rub of it is though, I'd already volunteered to take Dickhead on an outing with me (with the promise I wouldn't lose his other shoe). He hardly ever gets out, the poor little bear.

What can be said about this r*n? Hidden easter goodies at each check, a mix of open and closed checks, one big Rambo's split before the one beer stop.

The main problem was the distinct lack of markings which left Toothfairy, Bitter and I wandering aimlessly through fields full of knee high shiggy.

Had we not spotted the FRB's in the distance, we would have still been lost to this day. Accordingly, we shortcut our way back on trail and regrouped at the Beer Stop.

Following a picturesque ramble along the banks of the Wyre reservoirs together with a lovely view of the spillway, we found ourselves back at the cars for the circle.

Can't remember what down downs were issued but a good days fun was had by all.

Then it was off to the Fleece at Dolphinholme for a dish of three locally produced sausages on a bed of bubble & squeak topped with a flavoursome onion gravy - delicious! Oh, and we all did an Easter quiz in the pub - won by Thunderdick and Bedside Manner!

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