In our new togs, we would go to a hostelry on the Bradford Whit Walk route to watch and cheer the competitors in the early part of the race. Being too young for alcohol we were furnished with lemonade whilst dad had a crafty couple of pints. After returning home for lunch we would then go to another hostelry to watch and cheer the survivors as they neared the end of the course. I believe this annual walking race having commenced in 1903, ended in 2011 as the number of entrants declined. This must have been my introduction to John Barleycorn!