A long, long time ago there was a trail in the Lune Valley. It was so long ago that there strange things like two brickworks and a railway through the valley. Such modern technology! It was so long ago, it was before any of you were born. In fact it was before I was born too. Which is strange, as I am doing a write up about it. Unable to take full advantage of whatever time travel allowed us to attend at all, Speedbump and I arrived late.

It was hard to be late, as it was still several decades before we were to be glints in the eyes of our parents. We r*n round in the dark and caught up the rest of the very modestly proportioned pack. Then Speedbump and I picked up an old H*sh trail and followed it, unlike the rest of the pack, who were much more sensible and stuck with the trail, and headed towards the pub. Fortunately for us two H*shers, Upperskirt and Masterbaker had thought fit to equip themselves with flashing electric illuminations, which is strange as it was about a couple of generations before Joseph Swan thought of the electric light bulb, never mind the pulsing light emitting diode. So we followed them across a field and found the Black Bull.