Reccing 15 miles on the Icknield Way; a few problems to start with because of the trains having a rubbish timetable trying to get back to Dullingham to start the walk, but a quick taxi and things were sorted out.
The pub stop was interesting, mostly because the woman working at the bar let a man (presumably her son) go behind the bar to pour his own beer, then got difficult when I asked for a refill of my water bottle.