It was good to see Guy back for a visit from the far West of Scotland, and all went well as we left Strines through the woods that were, and headed towards Berristers Tor. We got the chance to run along the latest blot on the landscape, a strip of "road" across the moor, presumably to make it easier for shooting parties to blast the grouse out of the air. Anyway, rant over, Peter, John & Steve persuaded Guy that we didn't want to go up Berristers just to come back down again so we would go on a short route.
No problem until we left the track to Foulstone Delph and headed home, where we managed to turn about 90 degrees right and hit Blackhole. As a route to Blackhole it's really very good, but as that wasn't our aim we refused to believe were we were and headed off in the approximate direction of Cutthroat Bridge. It was a long time later when commonsense was restored and we arrived back at the cars just as the last of the long route runners was heading pubwards. Just shows what can happen when two people each think the other knows what he is doing, and in reality neither of them does (Peter & John in this case).
A good Pertex bid, but I've no doubt it will be either forgotten or improved on by the time it is needed.
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