Well, the consensus finally was that, yes, they had been. Broad shoulders indeed needed to take the flak from the doubters and gainsayers. But, it had to be admitted that something had been done and it was not just cattle scratching their bum.
Out from the Scout Hut on another beautiful, crisp, clear evening. Up Gutter Tor to admire the rock basins and the views. Down to the warren house which needs, and is going to have, a new roof. Exploring the kennels where two collies now reside. Down to the weir to search for salmon - you've got to look haven't you? To the standing stones and Giant's Basin for a cuppa and birthday cake. On to Higher Hartor and across to Eylesbarrow before following the stones back to the cars and on to the Royal Oak.
Good job he wasn't there because sqeezebox man was there, and squeezing.
A jolly fine committee walk.