LE JOG

[El Gordo]

Limped into Crowlas, intent on the medical check my agent should have treated me to before I set off on this godforsaken errand to the wilds of Caithness. However, I discover that there is no doctor's surgery in Crowlas. The good Reverend Wade,from the (wait for it) "Parish Church of Ludgvan dedicated to St Ludgvan and St Paul" pointed me towards Penzance, but I decided to soldier on towards Cockwells, where a decent pint awaits me at... ooh dear, no pubs in Cockwells. I had misread the excellent pub reviews of this fellow, Happy Moose:


whose faulty geography had led me on a wild... moose chase to the wrong village.

Feverish disgruntlement created some splendid crunchy tracks through the deep, virgin snow, past Whitecross, and at last, into Canonstown, where the roaring fire at the Lamb and Flag gave me the sort of welcome I felt my brief, but taxing, 3.5 icy miles merited.

As I supped a pint of Tribute and tortured myself with the glorious aromas of the, by all accounts, exceptional home cooking, I sadly noted that had this been tomorrow night, I could have stayed to take part in the "easy listening karaoke". Wishing the agreeable locals Roger and Vivien good luck in the area final of the highly esteemed Sportsbrain of Cornwall contest, and feeling suitably refreshed, I bade the jovial landlord farewell, and was on my way once more.