A half day stroll around the Fairfield Horseshoe turns into a 11 hour struggle for @nessarainbow72 and myself after we take a wrong turn at the summit. A lesson learned in not printing poor quality walk instructions off the internet and that one persons definition of ‘obvious path’ can differ from another. At no point did we realise that we had taken a wrong turn until we reached the a592 between Patterdale and Brotherswater. We had no choice but to head over Kirkstone Pass in the ever increasing dark and the snow to reach Ambleside and then onto Rydal where we had originally parked. The Kirkstone Pass Inn could not even offer us the good grace of being open for a frothy alcoholic energy boost. Despite the adversity and peril we still had a fantastic day and what better preparation for the forthcoming Keswick to Barrow walk?
24/03/2012 Braintree at home. After missing the away leg and the chance to visit the home of the Prodigy and er, Lord Newton of Braintree (now, the late) due to @bobcatshine69 selfishly being out of the country, the home leg was high priority. An unseasonably warm and windless day started in the top Kings, a destination I had to avoid dog ball attack in the quarry to reach. It’s a pity the other ten people due to join us couldn’t show such resilience as only Scott and myself turned up there. After getting our ears bent by a Man City terminal bore, we headed to Holker street to witness a humiliating 0 -4 defeat.
We left the ground disappointed and promptly drank the Ambrose dry of Jagermeister. To be fair they did only have half a shot of supermarket special rip off concoction left, but still….
We a took in a few more pubs and a few more ales, were joined by @WhoLovesDannyT and Dave Kennedy, ended up chain playing Madness on a Jukebox in the bar of a gatecrashed 18th (?) birthday party and being fed chemical tasting pie and peas (see pic). Bonus points awarded for sunglasses indoors.
Over all, a good day.
Wrexham 10/03/2012.
Nothing at all memorable about the game. Highlights (if you can call them that) were; The futile hunt for Wrexham lager (we have subsequently found out it’s no longer brewed and hasn’t been since the year 2000), the bizarre mute response from the bar staff when we asked for Wrexham lager or any information on it. The rude, yeti of a steward with no teeth and a badly nicotine stained beard who really didn’t want to talk about that Mickey Thomas goal . A child running down the main street in Wrexham holding a balloon, vomiting, doing an abrupt about turn and running back in the opposite direction. That’s it.
