Walking is good for solving problems - it's like the feet are little psychiatrists
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.
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.
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.
The place where you lose the trail is not necessarily the place where it ends
Cookies farewell tour
We stayed in a fantastic fisherman’s cottage right at the bottom of a valley and just off the beach. The setting was amazing, just right to say a temporary farewell to Cookie before his year off travelling the world.
We walked about 10 miles along the coast (after 4 attempts by Tav to navigate out of the carpark) with wonderful weather and great views. The future Mrs Cook made her debut on this tour.
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.