Liquid Pies

With much snow still around, no pies had been acquired for the first munching of the New Year. The Pie Master had done much walking the past week - it not being feasible to travel by bicycle. Come Sunday, he could not be bothered with de-icing the car and the subsequent need to wash the salt off the car. Three merry munchers could not stay at home - the Walk Master writes: "Three of us decided we needed some exercise, so the Führer, José and myself did a shorter walk (4.5 miles) from my place, battling through heavy wet snow, through Lakenham to Trowse. In fact you could almost call it a pub crawl, as we stopped at The White Horse in Trowse and The Rose at the top of City Road, before tea and shortbread back at my place."