And another year rolls by and yet again, the Skirrid race is the perfect antidote to Christmas shopping. Why bother with bonhomie, warm shops, bright lights and cheery folks singing lovely carols for a few coppers when you can freeze your nuts off, get covered in mud, have thorns in yer bum and risk life and limb skittering through lethal rocks??? No choice at all, is it?
Obviously not, judging by the HORDES who descended on this festive mudlark. How many started? 120? 130?? more? its getting crazy. Poor Llanvihangel Crucorney. The good denizens must have wondered what the hell was going on as their village was rammed to the gills with cars. Mr Creber may be having to make alternative arrangements if it carries on like this!
Top day out!