Some time in the early 80's, when I wasn't attending Gary Glitter gigs, I came second in the Clee Hill Fell Race. My prize was an ashtray. Yes, an ashtray, but a very nice ashtray!

Apparently all the prizes had been provided by a local potter.

After the prize giving I went back to my Rover TC2000, which my dad had lent me, and sparked up a pack of No6.(I made the last bit up)