A fair gathering of fell harriers turned up for Brian's birthday run, including an array of women sporting their distinctive sartorial wear. Donworkin- like last week's Sunday run, set off 10 minutes earlier than the rest to ease into the route that Tux had devised, to give him a chance of keeping in touch later on when the going gets tough.
A warm cloudy start bode well for the journey that gently climbed from the river Dane, up through lush green fields to eventually top out by the Wild Boar PH on the Leek Buxton road, where it then dropped into soft ground before heading over towards Winkle Minn, but beforehand taking a dodgy path through an area we call Jurassic Park, where the swampy terrain and green canopy are ideal conditions for creatures of all descriptions to morph themselves into whatever they wish. The strange sounds that often emenate from this strange territory are mostly of distraught runners than from their far off ancestors. The ones that are lucky to survive the mire exit the undergrowth to expose themselves to a short uphill pull to reach farmstead and sea of mud, where it appears, a heard of cows had lovingly mixed their shite with natures earth and rain to a flowing consistency that ebbs and flows, depending on what or whom disturbs it : such things are often encountered on runs or even a Potter. It wasn't too far from this place that the group came across Donworkin, and the going became easier -though not that much. It then wasn't that long before we were all running down the Dane, over the weir and back to the famous bridge. And a well earned slice of cake provided by the lovelies, Julie and Steph, to celebrate Brian's Birthday. All to be had al fresco at the macro Brewery opposite the river
Perhaps Brian, could kindly provide some pics of the occasion?