A dry, cold morning greeted those who turned-out for this little frolic around the realm of Prestbury; touching the nether parts of Bollington and the lovely village of Butley Town, tucked in a tract of land to the north of Macclesfield.
We’ll forget the silly mix-up with this Potter venue only to say the leader had sent out a text contradicting where it actually was, as stated truly on the Tuesday Venue’s page on the Potter website- a senior moment if ever there were. Still, it didn’t dampen ardour and everyone eventually emerged and dashed off on one of the many tracks we’d soon encounter.
The forecasted rain never appeared, which was a blessing really, though most people were prepaired, completely covered, except for Turbo Pete, who’d be forgiven if he’d arrived for a race, donning his favourite black shorts.
An evil wind did raise its ugly head though on nearing the run’s climax; at the point of mounting the not-so-often-used footbridge over the Mac’ railway line, where an opportunity for a photo-shoot allowed for a regrouping, just before the tussle with the frisky equines we had in the horsy fields that this area is renowned for.
It wasn’t long before the dash back into Prestbury village loomed and the group separated to their respective parking venues, no doubt feeling at peace with themselves, though, perhaps not Harry on realising he hadn’t done quite enough mileage, so ran round the car-park a couple of times to put himself at peace with the world. Ah, there’s no taking it away from the legend.
Then it was a quick change and into the Chocolate Box for pastries and meaty thing’s for some before exiting into the promised rain, which had just arrived. How’s that for timing?