Just seven cheery warts from Birchin Clough this evening, ably lead by Lucy and the Safety Officer – albeit sometimes in different directions. Still a bit of the frozen white stuff in the groughs, and just the odd sinker too, but a very pleasant run nonetheless, enhanced by the odd star and some moon. Shame about the twisted ankle count, including the SO and me, but the beer in the Ladybower thereafter more than made up for this.
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