Managed to get down to the Howgills despite having received a Friday night work shocker and having to leg it up North on Saturday...
Another well attended trip - gorgeous place the Howgills, shame that I didnt somehow manage to get up the hills or lay my eyes on Cautley Spout, the highest waterfall in England. Maybe it was the drinking or the humiliation of spending 45 minutes trying to do "Convoy" at charades...
However, I did manage a run from the front door on Sunday morning complete with arseplant at aforementioned front door and getting completely covered in shite...
After an enternity of faffing, we did manage a bit of a wendy ramble... 12km of traipsing around muddy fields of guwno (Polski for cowshit) and getting moaned at by landowners, we all mangaged a bit of a pig out in the Sadborough cafe... I could get used to being a lazy wendywalking fat bstrd (NEWSFLASH! you already are!)
