The White Peak Journey

Apart from a forlorn-looking ice cream van (why are the damn things always there when you don’t need them and never there when you do ?!) and a couple of cars dropping off kids on the school run, Ilam was deserted as Stuart parked up and we put on our packs. A short walk across…

A Quick Pop Up Kinder

Poor old Cath (@wellycath), she tries to arrange a get together and the weather forecast doesn’t play ball. Yours truly ends up having a sneaky camp on the North Downs instead. She tries again, and then finds everyone dropping out for a variety of reasons. Still I made it.

Salvage

Despite the ferocious wind, an automatic reverential silence descended  as we stepped into the midst of the dispersed metal. I stood among the frozen peat staring at the wreckage strewn about. Bits of engines and aeronautical bodywork lay scattered all around, interspersed with small floral tributes, mostly but not exclusively poppies, to mark the place…

Frozen Apple Juice

Andy came over and delivered the news that would tip any cider connoisseur over the edge into a full breakdown: “They’ve run out of draft Addlestons, there’s only bottled Magners left.” This was on the very first evening of the meet, which therefore put in jeopardy the whole “social” aspect – or at least it…

The Curse of the Apple Juice

My head throbbed with the effects of alcohol and I knew I was in for a bad few hours.  I didn’t want to do much other than sit somewhere quiet and feel sorry for myself.  And it was raining outside. Maybe that would teach me to drink the scrumpy.  When a drink’s kept in a…