Wednesday evening marked the return of some of the S11 team who were all absent for the previous Wednesday's Hunter Wreck race. At least I had a half reasonable excuse of being on holiday in Kent though it did cross my mind that it might be possible to drive back for the race but I was soon corrected when this was suggested! Having been introduced as new members, the S11 group (Clive, Eoin and me) set off up the track with others (a grand total of 16) for what felt like a sprint to Slippery Stones where it soon became only too clear that there were two groups, the young, fast group and the infirm (old), slow group. This was confirmed as head torches were seen well ahead to the right and off track, climbing towards Bull Stones. There now seems to be a tradition developing of some club members disappearing into holes in the ground, so the Cap'n set the trend a few years ago by falling into an earth crevasse (near the Blackden car park) which swallowed him up. Below Bull Stones, a sudden cry (of pain?) went up. Looking around nothing could be seen apart from Eoin's head and shoulders sticking out of the ground. A brief discussion concluded he would be better with us than not with us so the Cap'n and I grabbed his arms and pulled but to no effect. Whether this was because two weaklings were in charge or because Eoin was jammed in, we weren't sure. Eoin is clearly made of stern stuff as he performed a sort of constrained but controlled backwards flip and he popped out showing his rather handsome bloody shin. We were later treated to another showing of this in the bright lights of the pub, almost too much enjoyment!
Having taken a slightly different route to the Stones, it was surprising to find that the infirm slow ones, despite being held up by the rescue attempt, arrived not long after the young ones. The next stop was Margery Hill trig which was reached by means of a number of slightly confusing paths and stiles. This was not to be the whisky stop so we set off for High Stones. Again the young ones pushed on ahead leaving the old ones trailing on the edge path. It was nevertheless gratifying on High Stones to call the young ones back as they headed at high speed to Wet Stones having missed the High ones. Celebratory whisky was taken before heading off to the rocks on Long Edge and the steep descent to the refreshing river crossing. A great outing capped off by further refreshment at The Ladybower where there was a long discussion on teeth and eyesight. Such is the wide range of knowledge of the DPFR Warts!