Warts alternative, Wed 9th November
Cap’n Harmer says “Strines Inn usual time. I guess some folks not racing in the champs or want a steady one with Chris/Tim and myself might want to potter along.” 18.45 then if interested.
Cap’n Harmer says “Strines Inn usual time. I guess some folks not racing in the champs or want a steady one with Chris/Tim and myself might want to potter along.” 18.45 then if interested.
Wednesday evening marked the return of some of the S11 team who were all absent for the previous Wednesday’s Hunter Wreck race. At least I had a half reasonable excuse of being on holiday in Kent though it did cross my mind that it might be possible to drive back Read more
A relatively modest fifteen or so Warts assembled at Fairholmes for an unusually early first Wartin’ fixture of the 16/17 season – more typically falling (so the good Cap’n advises) on or after the Autumn Equinox. Perhaps Big Bob had forgotten this departure from tradition, failing as he did to Read more
It was Wednesday Warts’ world authority evening from Doctor’s Gate on the Snake road. Despite posted warnings of the absence of the Shelf Brook bridge, seven of us (not all world authorities) from Sheffield and one from Glossop, set off expecting a warmish run but in the gathering mist and Read more
My mother-in-law’s 95th birthday party was not to be missed. It was to be held in Cambridge on Sunday the 8th of May, the day of the 57A race. So in the interests of family harmony and of still submitting a race time, Tom Westgate (RO) was duly informed of Read more
Bob suggests: “Doctors Gate, very top layby before Summit A57. 6.45pm.” Sounds good to me.
The spirit level was low reported Paul S to the whiskey monitor, John G, so a last minute arrangement was made for a Wednesday night replenishment by the whiskey appreciation team services (another of Maurice’s mnemonics). Whether this counts as a Warts’ outing is up for debate, particularly now that Read more
A new definition of Warts emerged on the last outing before the clocks went forward for British Summer Time. Thanks to Maurice, We All Regularly Turn Stupid was coined after an interesting return from the run from the Snake Inn. It all started well, as we left the Snake through Read more
Cap’n. Harmer has suggested a run from Windle Edge (up North tha knows), I assume at 18.45 as usual. Nothing arranged yet for the Southern branch, it’s probably best to watch this space or at least check with Andy or Mark nearer the time for any updates.
Winter was clearly not over as we gathered in the sleet at the waterlogged Hagg layby, all displaying our best waterproofs, ready for all that the weather could throw at us. The steep start through the woods soon warmed us, until we reached open ground where the strongly windblown sleet Read more