Bong will probably get dogs abuse again all afternoon from that catastrophic backward bunch of cretinous 19th century arkwright DINLOWS. Looks like being a fairly miserable trip all round, hopefully with the consolation of a point before we head south, back into normal civilisation.
Dull, grim northern grief-hole we've been to loads of times, run-up to Christmas, we'll set up for a point, it'll be a dog of a game. I think this will be safely swerved, in favour of a few beers in front of a moody stream.