My grandmother started walking five miles a day when she was sixty. She's ninety-three today and we don't know where the hell she is
Gambling in the hills
Day 1 was truly miserable weather, but we braved it to climb Catsbells. Good fun but very damp
Day 2 A walk to complete the set of highest Mountains in Scotland, England and Wales for the tour. Another perfect day found us bagging Scafell Pike (3210 ft). Lunch near the summit was accompanied by Fossie on his laptop placing his bets, its great work if you can get it.
In the evening Di made a guest appearance, she had been walking with friends elsewhere in the Lakes. Cookie, Dave E and Fossie managed a round or two of pitch and putt, largely distinguished by Cookies 1st shot sliced straight into the back of the hut where you paid.
It is good to collect things; it is better to take walks
No Tavs on tour
Due to illness I missed this one. Details are second hand but I believe this one is largely remembered for Fossie and Di’s bickering and whisky drinking.
The walk was a ramble through the Forest and even took in a pub.