Meet at Tha Sportsman for a vague ramble over to the Headstone, followed at 7.15pm sharp by the closest thing to a dawn chorus the assembled company can muster ... to the tune of something unfamiliar. Expect the repertoire to include at least one unfathomable South Yorkshire carol and a variety of unlikely lines back to the pub afterwards; all rounded off with a pint or two and possibly even some reluctant good cheer from our favorite stay-away old warts.
All welcome; families, runners, non-runners ... even men in fairy lights, if we're really lucky.
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