I went jogging this morning...

... and it wasn't just a ten minute dash either. Living in New Springs, I decided to jog along the canal, through the woods to the Plantation Gates on the opposite side of the infirmary.

Rather than just return from whence I came, I decided to head into Standish, past the Boars Head pub and on past the Gidlow Cemetary. As I was jogging past at a quite alraming pace, due to my excellent physique and stamina, I spotted six men wandering about carrying a coffin. Rather than stop to find out what the hell they were up to I carried on to the Globe and then decided that enough was enough and it was time for me to head back home.

I then decided that rather than retrace my route I would head for the Boars Head and turnleft down to Red Rock, through Haigh Hall and then back home. As I made my return trip past the Gidlow Cemetary I saw the same six men carrying the same coffin. 'That's odd', I thought, 'they're just like Latics....









































































































... they've lost the plot!'