Only Charlie’s second clubrun of the year, but when you have a new bike, you want others to enjoy it too.  This was a Saturday afternoon run to Woodplumpton on the edge of the Fylde district near Preston, and the old church there became a mine of information.  Regrettably the club run couldn’t produce another witch to bury to test out the theory explained below, but it certainly gave them food for thought.  This last of the Lancashire Witches, Meg Sheldon, certainly became of interest in death, as in life, and no doubt occupied their thoughts for the rest of the day.