Brenin Crus
I am in the pub
None the worse for wear, I took the short route through Waymeet, chickens scuttling this way and that, and made it back here in time for tea.
Master Boffin could see I were parched and pulled a pint of Blagrove's, which hit like a right treat after such a hike, I can tell you.
That were a long two days but getting the word out about Archet was more important than my sore feet and dry throat.