A steady start to the true warting season and a more normal turn out. Mr Harmer had returned from his African journey, so normal service was resumed! None of this wild abandoned running....back to the bog-trotting and bracken/heather bashing, strange how we missed it. It was David Holmes'(Holmes, the elder) birthday, so cake was provided at the start. Some of greedier members consumed it at Hordron Edge stone circle but the more restrained managed to control their cravings until Crow Chin rocks, where the second whisky stop of the night was had, the first being an early nip at the stone circle. After this the usual battle across bog and tussocks was enjoyed all the way back to the cars at Redmires.