[…] Of particular note, I remember the point on the first day of last year’s Abnib Real Ale Ramble when we, ahead of Claire and Jimmy, reached the summit of the first long climb (just before lunch), and peered out over the clouds rolling out of the valleys ahead of us. It was all remarkabley still and clear and the pint I’d drunk not 20 minutes earlier was just beginning to kick in. Marvellous. Not as great a story as the cold of the second day, but came to my head sooner. […]