Being the summer, the heat has caused me to become somewhat lackadaisical about keeping things up to date, inevitably this means that I forget things, that and age galloping in. So casting my memory back a week, to the pudding run.
About 11 of us set off from the Bargate car park for a gentle amble around the countryside in the general area of Horsington ending up at Horncastle where we were treated to a pudding of our choice, courtesy of the club.
The pub which I believe was the Fighting Cocks served an acceptable pint, the spotted dick was unfortunately not the best I have had. Though for all this the evening was very pleasant made more so by the company.