John Dalton

There was a bit of a theme of qualification on our wandering from Strines. Only one Wart out of the good turn-out of 14 actually qualified for a finishers medal, if we had them. The planned route was to visit the packhorse bridge in Mill Brook though it seemed that Read more

Setting off from Yorkshire Bridge Inn, Bob offered us an alternative to Priddock Wood which was gratefully and, dare I say, rather too enthusiastically accepted, to the possible disappointment of the absent Andy who was enjoying himself in the Lakes. However, we mainly ancient Warts were about to tread in Read more

Could it match the notorious Doctor’s Gate facility which has been known to threaten hypothermia during the removal of wet clothes in the driven cold rain near the Snake summit. Well, it was certainly a new start point for the ten brave Warts setting out from Gill Royd Lane where Read more

On one of the inside walls of the Yorkshire Bridge Inn there is a tribute to the Dambusters, “Apres moi, c’est le deluge”, which, on the day of Storm Dudley, would be more fittingly, “Apres le deluge, c’est nous”. Needless to say, we were at the Inn contemplating our Warts’ Read more

There was as an air of expectation and perhaps trepidation surrounding our planned Warts’ easy trip from the Hagg Hostel car park. Not particularly about the evening’s expedition but about Andy’s forthcoming Margery Hill race on the coming Saturday. Of the eleven of us (including newly retired John W), eight Read more

After last week’s annual Warts’ visit to Odin’s Mine, we followed a week later with another annual visit this time to the diametrically opposite corner of the Dark Peak, to a very windy and almost light Windle Edge; is spring on its way? In past visits here, there was usually Read more

Maybe it was the spectacular red and orange moonrise or maybe it was the relief at getting back to the cars after an energetic and hairy outing from Odin’s Mine but Russell started whistling whilst running down the descent from the western side of Winnats pass. Music making on the Read more

Somewhere over Poynton Bog, Michael posed this question. The response elicited stories of Dering do and Pertex misadventures. Notable amongst these was Chris’s literal knockout incident on the Fairfield race when he misjudged the height of an outstanding rock which resulted in a dose of concussion. As he pointed out, Read more