ooh a bit chicken with no heads tonight, steve sort of lead out, heading towards Irchester. After a bit of a strange route in which we did the(can't remember the actual name) finedon wooded bit uphill and then let Glynn go home (not feeling good) and then through finedon and onto a footpath towards Rushden, or so we thought.
By this time it was just steve, Tom and myself and steve took us onto a new and undiscovered and not ideal route across very muddy fields to a farmers gate, which was dirty, muddy and ominous looking.
As we arrived at the gate the farmer came out and told us to sod off, GET OFF MY LAND basically. off again across fields of dreams and to yet another farm in which we came round the side of this barn to find it riddled with rats...mmmmm. then eventually to the road to chettles and Rushden, ooh ya fooker and then home for me via Stanwick.
Anyway looking forward to saturday
