R*n 487: Slyne

A Trail valiantly laid and variously missed led to the vivid shoreline and vagaries of the vinter veather.

Proceeding in an easterly direction and widely spread the hash happened upon a blob of flour that the paranoid horse whisperer had failed to erase Up through the field and arriving at the sculpture dedicated to the cockle pickers - anyone remember run 97?

The beer stop first was followed shortly afterwards by a pub stop at the Blue Anchor. Well remodelled and worth a further visit. Departing the roaring fire and the York Snowflake bitter was a tough job but we raised smiles from the local vicar and parishioners as we had all forgotten that we were wearing Santa hats!!

Far canal! It was a long way back but Jennings and food awaited us at the Slyne Lodge.

A merry Christmas gathering, thanks again to the Septics for a good trail and I am sure the new OnSex will gather in more hares to join the list.