26th, April, 2018, Thursday’s Potter
Good Afternoon Al,
Hopefully Tucks will send you some photos.
24th, April,2018: Tuesday’s Potter.
What a gay day for rollicking down the canal toe-path in perfect harmony with nature? Then the select few took to the Dane-Moss nature reserve, via the neatly packed duck-boards that weaves its way across this once very much bog-land, which, they’re hoping to return back to its primeval past; as of now most of the area’s in a state of transition: still recovering from humans pilfering: it’s ironic that it’s the human factor that’s now helping most to revive this rare natural habitat to its former self.
It’s so nice running along dry footpaths again, and in shorts too. Is it really mid-spring already? The feeling is wonderful: how simple, and easily we are pleased with such triflings....does this show one how much we’re in-tune with the environment?
Johnny led the troops this morning on what appeared a somewhat uneventful outing: Dot did mumble on the canal’s water quallity, takinge on this defiled patina about it, and to be fair it certainly had, especially on the stretch we were on. It’s often a favourite location for Canada Geese- the scourge foul of the moment. As for other fowl matters, apart from the ducks, didn’t see a heron, buzzard or hear a cuckoo, but we did hear a noisy woodpecker giving this tree something to think about.
It was then all back to the watering hole of Bullocks Lane to taste the Soup of the Day and, behold, whom did we find there tucking into something your mother wouldn’t dream of serving ? Tony and Dave W, who had intended joing us on the morning’s run but, unfortunatelly, had mixed-up venues so missed-out on one of life’s little nuggets.
19th, April, 2018: Thursday’s Potter.
What a fabulous day it was (the hottest of the year they say ) to go out and kick dust and soak-up all that vitamin D the sunshine freely emits on those that care to venture outdoors and expose their fleshy parts to the almighty Sol.
A day when the hot sun punished those who didn’t take enough care to hydrate in such conditions and, so left them out to dry as it were, to suffer the almost delirious consequences.
Please, come back filthy weather- all’s forgiven: four months of that foul stuff was just about bearable for this person’s frail frame: but, on second thoughts, give the man a few more days to adjust to these abnormally febrile conditions and, who knows. they may prove beneficial........if only for the intake of vitamin D.
One presumes the Thursday’s Potter had it’s memorable moments and, in due course, their account will be exposed ?
12th, April, 2018: Thursday’s Potter
They seek them here, they seek them there, they seek the elusive Potterer’ s everywhere. Some be in the Lakes, some may still be in their beds, while others trundled on duck-boards where ducks themselves would fear to tread. But, true to their worth -and salt of the earth, a small band of members did manage to make their presence felt at the Thursday Potter venue in that multifarious of places named Congleton, where the tallest point in town is fixed on the local church, and a prick is someone who doesn’t know the difference between a thorn and a pansy.
Thanks to Steve for providing the image.
Perhaps someone could provide a report on the morning activity ?
I once did a theatrical performance about puns. It was a play on words.
Leader, Dave Taylor has kindly scribed this Potter report on the morning’s activity:
Numbers were depleted this morning due to injury, (Grant and Mike, who nevertheless joined us for lunch ) and Josh Naylor support activities which are far more important than sloshing round in Congleton mud. 5 troops, including father and son team Steve and Ben, set off from Mossley Church on a 7 mile trek in the general direction of Biddulph , constantly climbing up through Whitemoor, Newtown before descending to Biddulph Common and then onto Timbersbrook. 4 exceedingly muddy fields later we arrived back to enjoy the excellent fare provided by the ladies at the Chappell Centre.
5th, April, 2018: Thursday’s Potter.
That’s the beauty of a Potter: such diversity, and madness. See, there were two groups to dally out there today, the larger of these tested the prospects of that flaky area of Whaley bridge, which can be an unbelievable hub of buzz, while the smaller took to the idyllic surroundings of Gawsworth, with its famed ethereal quality, where one can drift on a sea of pleasure in the summer-time when the evocative smells of wild-flowers penetrates the nostrils to induce a state on high. Such is the potency, they ought to issue a notice of warning to those types who can’t smell the difference between a fragrance and a cess-pit.
Though the weather was lovely and sunny, the ground was mostly wet, which made it hard going in the mud. Still, who are we to complain about such frivolities when we’ve had to put up with a hard winter?
3rd, April, 2018: Tuesday’s Potter.
Dave Walker encouraging the local equine to partake in activities it prefers not to ....treating the Shetland pony as if it were a dog.
Cynthia with her back to the Edge, as if displaying contempt for all that it exposes.
A carved wooden wizard, seen in a wooded garden. Destined to the spot till the rot takes over.
Broken pencils are pointless.
27th, March, 2018: Tuesday’s Potter.
The good weather of the previous day had deserted us. As we gathered at Redesmere, we were faced with a grey and cold morning with rain in the air. Not a great turnout, my reputation as a leader goes before me. So I felt like D'Artagnan as I led my three musketeers around the reservoir and passed the sailing club. An exciting new variation took us along the A34 and then into the Capesthorne Estate and onto muddy lanes criss-crossed with electric fences. We were deep into dairy cattle farmland.
At Lingards Farm we turned onto Fanshawe Lane and ran via Springbank Farm over the fields to Hazelwall. Henshaw Hall was our next target and thence the track to Crabtree Moss and Marton Lane. The route to Northwood Farm has recently been upgraded to smooth concrete interrupted by more electric fences. We became quite adept at handling the insulated springs without electrocuting ourselves. The final section over rough pasture brought us out at Siddington Church, always a delight at this time of year with the daffodils displaying their annual yellow flowers. Another dash up the A34 brought us back into Redesmere Lane and the cars. The rain was getting heavier now and we were quite wet. So a quick charge of clothes and a retreat to Chapeau cafe was very welcome.
22nd, March, 2018: Thursday’s Potter.
What a gay day to visit places as dead as buried nails: that would not, of course refer to the happening apres run, where Tony and partner, Jan, had put on a sterling birthday treat to commemorate his and Tucker’s reaching of ages for us to tuck into, And everyone appeared to have behaved themselves: Apart from this scribe tripping from the patio door. How was I to know the step was that high !! Didn’t feel a thing: where’s there’s no sense there’s no feeling- so the saying goes.