Blinkin' heck, it didn't half rain.
The few of us who ignored the weather forecast gathered at the castle just as the downpour started and then we watched under cover as the rain got heavier and heavier and the conversation went: "lets go for it, no - lets go home, no - lets go for it, no - lets go home". Eventually we decided that 25-30 miles to one of our favorite lunch stops at Birches Valley for a bacon baguette would be ok, but a few miles in, soaked through to the skin and passing within a mile or so of our homes the same conversation started again - home - carry on - home - carry on, we reluctantly gave up and headed for an early bath. So it was only about 12 miles this week, but never mind it's Ironbridge next week! See you then.
