Well now, that certainly has been done up, hard to recognise what it was like before. All jolly posh and modern (just like us), so posh the price of food is just put up in whole numbers!
Out from the t-junction on a mild, starlit, moony evening. To head gently down over the common past all the seats to squeeze through to Magpie Bridge. Along the railway line to the wonderful Gem Bridge. Over we go and wiggle down to Grenofen Bridge for a cuppa. Steadily up the rocky track to pop out into lovely moonlight; no need for torches. Views far and wide to head back and on, for the first new time, to The Leaping Salmon where no one at all has ever heard of any of the beers.
... but the question still remains ... who does go out and buy twelve pairs of ladies pants, spam, baked beans and scotch eggs?