Through the urban graffiti and built up noises of Stoke. Met up with Margaret and Malcolm, Alex's parents, who very kindly brought us cake: Fruit and Ginger, yum!
Through the Harecastle Tunnel, which took us 3/4 hour to get through. Drippy, dark and cold, lots of werewolf noises and spooky wooky laughter.
Overnight in Hassall Green at the Romping Donkey. A better pub, which slowly filled with guitar players who each took turns playing songs oth known and unknown, with the other joining in. All at a very high standard, I especially enjoyed 'Leaving on a Jet Plane'.
A trying game of 1000 blank white cards finishes us all off for the day.