WW 26th October 2011

What us, the most mild group you could ever meet, the quietest, most understanding, broad minded, liberal and charitable. No one would ever dare call any of us intolerant. But you do have to admit that there just happen to be some really annoying people out there, who make steam come out of your ears. There are those who communicate for the sole reason that they will be heard. But there are worse, there are people who think that they can go about their business each and every Wednesday evening doing exactly what they like week after week, year after year, inflicting it on others. Who are these people,why can't they be more like us and quietly tolerate the rich diversity of life. Oh, and that is without all those frogs a certain person secreted about their person and dropped on the path so the unsuspecting would slip and fall, not once but three or more times. Just who do these people think they are?

WW 19th October 2011

With unerring precision our leader surveyed and navigated a course leading directly to 'the Whitty' via Windy Post, Feather, Vixen, and Great Staple, in a faultless example of dead-reckoning and compass navigation under a dark but starry sky. And although he left the car park last of all - he was first at the bar before anyone else arrived. How does he do it!

WW 12th August 2011

Well, what a privilege, after all these years, that HE actually deigned to join our group, to sit there with us in the pub, not saying a lot, but clearly pleased to see us, and to listen to the riveting conversation, to hear tales of the evenings derring dos, how we had ventured into the gloop, climbed the tors, fallen into holes before we had even been told they were there, found bridges for cows and even met a friendly toad. And all the time he listened intently, with his head on one side, just happy to really be there, with us, us!

WW 5th October 2011

The leader sat in his car nursing a cold finger crossed for a no show to be able to return home to the scottish medicine, but it was not to be. With 2 minutes to go M & S arrived, no not with a delivery but prepared to walk. A change of plan so up to Little Mis, well we think we passed it, and on to Great Mis, which we did actually see, and then back to the fence and along the track to the road by the cattle grid and balk to 4 winds. We then repaired to the Whitty where those boys in red arrived looking dry, an "INDOOR" night, what whimps.

You really do have to be there ...

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