The annual warts' outing to the White Peak! A pleasant evening with a fair number of the locals and even Mr Holmes, who tore himself away from the Sportsman to grace us with his presence. The unity of the group, always an issue when there is a range of running speeds and ages present, was going to be a problem, the younger members fast disappearing into the distance leaving some of the old farts to catch up. However, it soon transpired that the young farts hadn't a clue where we were going, so it all balanced out nicely. Until....somewhere near Abney, there was a breakaway up the steep hill. The more sensible of us followed the path through a wonderful quagmire and after much searching, to the stone circle on Eyam Moor, which isn't a stone circle at all but never mind. This seemed to take a long time (how time flies etc. etc.), as we had now been out over 2 hours, so a hasty retreat for the main group back to the cars, only to find that the footpath/road runners had beaten us by 20 minutes after they took the easy route. tut-tut, standards are beginning to fall.
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