Rain stopped play on the annual NICB walk again this year with another poor turnout due to the bad weather. With only two of us turning out for the planned walk and amid driving rain and freezing temperatures a quick route change seemed to be the smartest course of action. So with only a short hesitation to sample the delights of the Christmas market in the grounds of the City Hall our two (un)-wise men set off in search of the crib of the John Hewitt. Alas like the travellers of Christmas past they could find no room at the Inn (it was closed). They tried another nearby establishment (The Duke of York) and were again disappointed. Following the signs left by travellers past they headed into the West but found no maddening crowd at Maddens either and sought strength in the Hercules where they at last basked in the golden glow of the dark liquid ... and a warm open fire. Their quest was met, a walk in the city was had, ale was drunk and stories told (alas all heard before), a Christmas tale had been unfurled. Then off to a nearby taxi-stand and a different story at home to be sold.
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Fergal, sorry I wasn't able to join Dermot and yourself. I was hoofing it around Edinburgh with Amanda and the kids.
No reward of a mighty pint for me at the end of it, your walk was better done!
Plan another soon and see if we can't get a few more to turn up.
Pete.
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