About 15 hearty souls set off on this somewhat bitter night, including one new runner (who’s name escapes me). Capt. Harmer sent in a sick note from his mum, so Mr Berry took over the burden of responsibility for the route with Bob Berzins setting the pace and doing most of the route finding. It should be pointed out that our Safety Officer did make some route suggestions but they were duly ignored as is usual. Somehow we ended up on the top of Bleaklow by the Shelf Benches and the very frozen ponds at James’ Thorn and then up to Shelf Stones which was bloody freezing in a howling wind. Whisky and comestibles were taken here and the direct route back to the cars was pursued – you can have too much enjoyment and I think we had by this time. Not much else to report really, I don’t think we lost anyone but there was a suspiciously empty car there when we left!
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