From the Ship it was about a mile on narrow roadway to the Anchor where registration for–and the start of–the Beat the Bore was slated. I was still fairly early on arrival so opted to kill the time with a pint. The place was full of huge dudes (many 6½ feet tall and easily 17 stone each). Rugby paraphernalia and trophies were all over the place which may go some way to explaining this.
It was another foodie bar, as well, and the plates were piled high and tempting but I had a 7 mile run to do so stuck to the liquids. Eventually, skinny little folk like me started to arrive and I joined the rest of the runners in the skittle alley.
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