In the absence of any report from the official warts, nor indeed any from the webmaster - moonlighting on the unofficial wart - it falls once more to your correspondent to seek to gild a rather damp lily ... this time a decidedly claggy night stomping through tussocks, heather and woodland on soggy moorland to the west of the Derwent. On the plus side, it was good to welcome Big Bob back to the fold, and to note that his body compass remains completely in tune with his environment. Whilst others (notably young Mr McGuinness) struck out for, well, who knows where, Bob's feelings for landscape ensured we never strayed too far from the intended route. For myself, I knew where I was for possibly 4% of the entire trip, and in the best traditions of personal responsibility cared not one jot. Chairman Mao and the Safety Officer were there, after all, to carry me home should anything have gone wrong.
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