Run report by Presso.
It was a typical evening for early October. Dark, damp and with a substantial breeze blowing around that feted village in the back end of hells-arse.
Jules "exorcist" Hucks and Chris "Saint-of-travellers" Preston waited for back up for as long as possible, thankfully, because Baz " hound-from-hell" Hawkins arrived and we felt better about venturing out into the storm.
As is customary in these parts, a small tornado the circumference of Frieth, was blowing ensuring we ran into the wind the whole way round. The exorcist howled for the riddance of the devil but I insisted we continued on the given route, and, with the hound-from-hell as back-up I had my way. The cold gnawed at my bones and the rain seeped in through every pore but we still resisted the extra loop the "exorcist" would have us do, knowing that that would be our undoing....???....!!!!....
We arrived back at the hostlery after facing the demons for a full 40 minutes and thankfully there was a welcome on that hill-side. Brakspears.
Never let it be said that the devils brew comes in a blue and red tin with a bee on it.
At the pub Amanda was the first to arrive, avec serpent handbag, which did put the wind up the hound-from-hell but was quickly tamed by the patron Saint-of-travellers and the conversation quickly turned to double-barrelled surnames. Obviously, the hound-from-hell and the patron Saint-of-travellers, being tripled-barreled were excluded but there was a general disquiet at the double-barreled fraternity.
Kate "Winslet-"Newberry arrived for her birthday drink, but a tad late to share it with anyone else. With the night already drawn in at 2100hrs and the devils worshippers sated we departed whence we had come, in the full knowledge that salvation will be forthcoming at The Cheques at Wheeler End Common on Wednesday next.
Hope a few more of you can make it next week.
Presso
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