Here we are again (well, not me, I’m taking the picture), on a lovely frosty evening after earlier snow, on the summit of Shutlingsloe.
The fine night time views to Greater Manchester and across the Cheshire plain were admired by everyone, even if light pollution meant the stars did not completely fill the sky. With the bright white reflective snow, we could see perfectly well without torches despite the lack of moonlight.
This year’s hour and a half wander from Trentabank car park was enjoyed by me, Sue, Toby, Graham, Alastair, Kate, Andrew and Alice. We returned without serious incident down the slippery slopes, and most of us adjourned to the Leathers Smithy, where Andrew (crocked knee) was tucking into his third tumbler of vodka. Or so it seemed!