Well it almost didn't happen. One moment we were crossing the Haven Bridge in sunshine and the next we were aquaplaning up the A47. In fact, I felt like one of those storm chasers as we headed towards the heart of an all-consuming darkness.
Unsurprisingly the car park at Saint Andrews church was empty. Let's face it you'd have to be stone cold mental to contemplate a walk in such conditions?
The walk when we started half an hour later was interesting. A mystery path took us through a section of forest decorated with masks and strange totem poles: quite disturbing in the pervasive half light. And then the wind kicked off, and then the lightning joined in. Exhilarating .... certainly. Sensible ..... maybe not.
Well we pushed on regardless, determined to kick s#*! out of the elements. My main fear was not the weather but the sole-sucking, mud-sliding paths we were trying to negotiate. Visualise if you will, a hog on ice. One slip and I'd have been mud-coated. One slip and this would have been a cracking blog.
Sure we got wet but hey, we were out doing stuff. We were right there communing with nature. I mean what else you gonna do on a wet day immediately post New Year? Yes I suppose we could have watched, "Love Actually" while drinking tea and finishing the Christmas cake. Mmmmm ..... strokes chin and considers.
But I tell you what. Even in these conditions Burlingham kicked Hugh Grant's butt.
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