‘You don’t want to walk the Peddar’s Way’, said Andy, the angular-faced gamekeeper, as we sat in front of a sizzling log fire in the cosy-nooked Old Windmill Inn, Great Crissingham. ‘It’s boring.’ Slightly belated advice, as by this time we were about 35 miles into the ancient 47-mile route. (more…)
Gooster on the Loose 
