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This spot was almost successfully reached - I got to the road and had a very nice chat over the hedge with the person who owned the garden - from this spot I could easily see the target. Unfortunately, she wasn't up for letting an unknown number of strangers stand on a particular spot in her garden, and I wasn't up for criminal trespass, so we left it at that.
The views were spectacular. I didn't get particularly great photos due to only having an aged camera phone with me, but once I've got them onto my computer I'll upload them, whatever state they're in. I then stopped for a steak at the nearby pub, and happily discovered that not only did they serve regular cow-based steak, but also offered venison, wild boar, salmon, reindeer, ostrich, wildebeest, springbok, crocodile, kangaroo, camel and zebra. Yes, zebra steak. In England. As tempting as this was, the zebra steak was only available as part of a £30 African mixed grill, so I opted for the reindeer. I was even happier to discover that it was served on top of a superheated plate formed from volcanic rock, on which I was able to cook my own steak to my liking. This was officially the tastiest and most entertaining steak I have ever encountered. Tommy 01:47, 1 June 2008 (UTC)
Photos
View from the beer garden, looking West(ish).
And the same, looking Northwest..ish.
Southwest? I think.
The front of the Gresley Arms. I hadn't yet found the hash location, but I knew where I was going after I did.
It's thattaway.
The truth is out there. Apparently you can see Jodrell Bank from the pub garden, although I couldn't.
This is where North Staffordshire runs out of tarmac.
And suddenly all of Staffordshire slipped into view.
And again.
The house attached to the garden where the coordinates actually resided. I stood behind that van and had a very nice chat with the occupants.
The actual point of this photo is invisible. It's the pit wheel on the hill that commemorates the lives and deaths of the many coal workers who strove to drive the Industrial Revolution.
Ah, Stoke-on-Trent, how I didn't miss being there.
A kooky old house. I didn't go explore.
Apparently the world went pink for this one.
Didn't go down here either. I would've done, but it was just that hot I wanted to get back to the pub.
This road looked fun though.
This beautiful-looking dog got very angry at me about 2 seconds after taking this photo.
J. W. Lee's Dragon's Fire - a nice, hoppy beer.
Dr. Okell's Eastern Spice - a thick, spicy ale.
Watching the sun go down over the pub as the band settled in.
Mmm, lens flare.
The sun shone through the clouds like the wrath of some unnamed deity.
Not sure about this one. I think there were cows involved.
Can't really come close to the real thing, sadly.
The Bo Dudleys, mid-soundcheck.
And with that, the sun peeked through for one last goodbye.
