Wagons roll at 1100...a very early departure made possible by the kettle-phobic Tony Eason, who was kind enough to come in early to cover for me. Greatly appreciated, mate. Mind you, he probably left early too, ahem...
Usual nause of trying to work your way down through sunny Lancashire (no, really it was super weather) against dodgy surfaces, traffic lights and death-wish pedestrians. Mind you, if you lived in Wigan...
|Sorry George, I'm sticking with the Pre-Fab Four|
|It ain't really some poor sod's driveway. Honest.|
|Plus I didn't have to cough up. Result!|
|Once traffic died down it was pretty nice on the run in to Rugeley...|
Actually a very hospitable number with good grub and ale so no dramas.
|To be fair, there aren't any moors around here to keep clear of!|