'twas a bit thick this morning, lock eleven was just visible through the murk
Undaunted we set off for Coole Pilate, that is pylatt not peelahtees, it has nothing to do with any exercise system. The name means a croft growing pill oats and even Wikipedia doesn't know what they are or were.
Safely tied up on the S.U.C.S. moorings the sun is just starting to peer through the clag. The satellite dish is set for the rugby and owing to the proximity of these moorings to the mast at Hack Green Secret Bunker we even have a belter of a mobile signal.
Watch this space.........