A beautiful morning dawned at the Newton Grange as our intrepid heroes gathered for their monthly communion with nature, Starting with a gentle stroll down to Frankland prison.
Judging by the concrete edge someone didn't heed the warning !
After a short diversion to look around the prison we resumed our stroll down to the Abbey in glorious sunshine.
Upon arrival, much to John Clarke's chagrin the coffee shop was shut and President Arthur felt quite faint through lack of breakfast !
Nevertheless he braved life and limb to retrieve Pauline Crowe's walking pole which had fallen off the bridge near to the raging torrent.
All's well that ends well and our intrepid band of heroes returned to the Newton Grange for a well-earned [or very well earned in Arthur's case !] lunch.
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