The first of the "unofficial" (yes, I know before someone starts a rant) warts runs, the first real one being last week from Rowlee Bridge which was generally a lot of fun! Anyway, to more current matters: the route took us in true warting fashion up through the forest to the top of the ridge and thence over a steady bit of moor to the Westend. Ok so far, everyone stuck more or less together, although there was the meerest hint of antisocial behaviour from the front runners! From here we went north into the unknown! Warts are naturally a cohesive group, dependent, as they are, on each other for survival in inclement weather. However, the benign nature of the weather, perhaps contrubuted to the "splitting" in the group and the loss of two of our less mature members. Poor communication meant that one group set off in the direction of Alport Castles and the other, including myself went off in a northerly meander. Yet two more runners whose names I shall disguise (A Damn Shit, anagram) went off into the dark without map or compass between them. So imagine our surprise, if you will, when the two major groups eventually reunited after one had visited the Castles and the other had set off towards Grinah Stones, only to find that the aforementioned had disappeared. So we set off in our usual direct line to the cars until the whisper went round that someone was injured! Who it was that started this rumour is as yet unknown, so....we set off back up the hill. I might say that in all my warting experience, I don't think we've ever done this before, so it was serious, or so we thought. The search failed to find any bodies, living or dead, so we thought "bollocks to this" or at least I did, and we descended through the impenetrable forest to the cars . Some fifteen minutes later the damn shits appeared from down the road in the direction of Westend.
A lesson for us all, map, compass, whistle is essential for these nights!!