Wantage, Rachel's parents

Walking is good for solving problems - it's like the feet are little psychiatrists

White Horses

Very much in the family ramble bracket. Really relaxing weekend at Rachel’s parents, with a brief foray out to see the original White Horse.


New Forest, Hampshire

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.


Lyme Regis, Dorset

A fact bobbed up from my memory, that the ancient Egyptians prescribed walking through a garden as a cure for the mad. It was a mind-altering drug we took daily

The gorse bush

For me this tour marked a bit of a turning point. As more children joined the group it was clear that the big walks we had done previously were no longer possible in such large numbers. After this the tours tend to divide into two types, the lads mountain weekends and the family rambles.

The walk took in a section of the Dorset coastline heading away from Lyme Regis towards Durdle Door. The main feature was a detour by Dave H, who returned 40 mins later covered in scratches. He’d fallen into a gorse bush (as you do) and had to cut himself out with his penknife.

Brecon Beacons, Penpont

To find new things, take the path you took yesterday

Tav’s 30th and Matthew’s 1st

One of the longer tours as we spent a week in Penpont over the new year. We celebrated New Year with a black tie do and fireworks. Two days later we celebrated Matthews 1st birthday.

The main walk was another attempt to conquer Pen-Y-Fan (2907ft). The Weather was again foul, with low cloud and driving rain. Most of the group turned back, but Fossie, Cookie and myself struggled onto the top. The only mountain that had beaten a tour walk had been bagged, Cookie celebrated by stripping off at the top. Fossie and I settled for a slug or two of whisky.

Lulworth Cove, Dorset

Travelers, there is no path, paths are made by walking

Tanks in the Mist

Our 1st Coastal route. Unfortunately we encountered a sea mist as we set off that did not really lift all day. When it did briefly clear we had a view of a load of old disused tanks in the valley opposite, very spooky as they emerged from the mist. We reached an abandoned village before turning back.

This walk also saw our 1st junior member as Matthew Ellis took his bow (he has since notched up another 5 tours making him quite a veteran).

NB: Can’t remember the name of the hotel we stayed in but I think it’s the only place we have stayed that is no longer there. Drove past in Oct 2007 and it was being knocked down.


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