The brilliant sunshine had failed to lift the mercury out of negative teritory as chariots started to arrive at the ice rink, sorry, carpark behind the hall.
Treefeller wasn't getting out of his chariot because, as he said "I don't fancy my chances of standing up out there" and then Pancsi and Godiva arrived in the gas guzzler, skidded to a halt and then sat there with much wheel spinning trying to reverse into a space but going nowhere.
Eventually we took pity on them and pushed the waltzing behemoth into place.
All things considered, a fair pack had by now assembled, there was a newbie by the name of Ian and The Ref showed his nose for the first time since his op bringing along a youngster by the name of Paul.
After a short introduction from our JMs, yes they do exist, we were warned and warned and warned by the hares that the trail was slippery, that some of it was in sawdust because of the snow and also that it was slippery, oh yes, they also warned us that it was slippery.
So we headed out south down St Georges Walk and within less than fifty yards it became apparent
that the only safe way to continue would be to stand there and wait for summer.
A couple of easy checks took us out on the sports field where the sawdust took us around the
boundary on nice crunchy snow and able to stretch our legs. Then a perilous traverse east along
Barnham Road with newbie Ian out in front either showing an aptitude for staying upright or
having a careless disregard for his own safety, followed by yours truly and Old Faithful.
An easy check at the end of the lane was soon sorted as Pancsi and OF took us south to the war
memorial and then down Church Lane to the Wilkes Head where the FRBs were foiled by a falsie
up the footpath towards the school.
There was a bit of a wait at the end as we realized that a whole bunch of people of the female persuasion were way behind, and also The Ref and Paul. They all turned up in the end however Paul was nursing a badly bruised leg.
We then all retreated to Nyton Spinney where Can Man had laid on a magnificent banquet for us in
front of a blazing log fire.