Andrew led us into the pub on arrival (that’s a wallet he’s holding), then rattled us along on a 9 km ramble through woodland and fields, past places of interest and antiquity. As well as Richard and Jenny, on their last evening walk of the year due to nights drawing in and a darkness phobia, David turned up, taking an evening off from his massive garden and from playing the recorder that is taller than most men. It was good to see you Dave. Thanks for making the effort.
Good timing really, as Dave was a stalwart member of our Alpine journeying team for a good dozen years in the ‘80s and ‘90s, a tradition which continues (literally) to this day.
Lush fields, a result of the sunshine and showers that dominate our weather at present…
…led to unexpected encounters. Here we found a row of gravestones.
The farmers had been so busy in their fields that they’d failed to find time to block this particular route with their ubiquitous electric fences.
The sun set, and by the time we finished our stroll at 9.40, the moon was lighting our way quite nicely.
Here’s the very pleasant route, which took a smidge over two hours.
Thanks go to Andrew for acting as MC, though I do think that his terms whereby I provide this report tonight were a little harsh!
[Will this goad him into working out how to make a comment? I suspect not!]