Stone the crows, it was a motley crew that set out into the hills esta mañana. An idea that had its roots in several schooners of craft ale on Friday evening resulted in the Goat, OATR, Paula, and yours truly setting off for a 10 mile excursion this morning. An excursion that took in most of the highlights* of the first half of the Moyleman. It was the furthest that the Goat had run all year. Luckily he didn’t mention this 14 times. I cannot say with any sense of honesty that it was a pretty affair. We all had our moments leading the pack, and we all had our moments in some kind of pain at the back of the pack. But we made it. And almost in one piece. *highlights were very dependent on whether Sweder was in front of you, or behind. There are prettier arses to be found in these hills.