Day two of the adventure started early for Mint. Not only had my purchase of some anti-snoring spray been a waste of £3.99 but also a crow had decided it was going to have an early start. Mint did however find a way to entertain himself for an hour or so although its questionable as to whether the "love shack" was designed for such behavior. Needless to say some of the noises coming from the said shack were hardly the wake up call Jarv and Mr. Simms expected at that time of the morning. One positive however was the lack of any great hangover for the members of the "Walking Club" and with Mint now known as "the Swedish Chef" a satisfactory cooked breakfast was quickly rustled up thanks to the trusty George Formby grill.The founding members of the walking club then actually did some walking. Catching the 11:15AM ferry from Pooley Bridge to Howtown the walk started at around midday and with Mint the mountain goat playing a pathfinder role a quick pace soon developed. At around 2:30PM the party finally arrived at the White Lion pub in Patterdale. With little more than a mile to go the walk wasn’t actually complete so après hike had not officially started. Soon finding themselves in the beer garden of a Glenridding bar however at the end of the walk après soon kicked in. A couple of further drinks on the ferry back to Pooley Bridge ensured a rush to the nearest pub toilets on return. A quick pint was also downed here until Mint got in a huff because it was a chain pub and wanted to smach up the establishment. A quick visit to The Sun for a Cumberland sausage was the final order of the après day.
After deciding that après hike was the new après ski the boys decided to nip back to the tent to finish off some (Mints) carrot cake. On returning out in Brokeback Mountain style clothing the night was still young. The night had a bit of everything from why Wasps make honey to the merits of France selling missiles to Argentina. Now on the Stella Mint decided that the time had arrived to go from Owl to Condor status with the ladies. Early doors this looked to have paid of dividends with the bagging of a couple of ladies, one from Scotland and (unfortunately as it turned out) one from the north of Ireland.
The blog ends at this point but only to say that due to the foot Mint kicks with there isn’t going to be a wedding in Northern Ireland anytime soon. Part of this process also involved the blog master to end up in a tent which had seemingly been let down during an early morning raid.
Final scoring for this event was as follows -
Bonkers **, Booze **, Birds **
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