Just to add to Graham’s wise words below, here’s Dave Lund’s track of last Wednesday’s adventures. [gpx2graphics map 707] And by way of a coda: 1. I’m still smarting somewhat at Big Bob’s broken promise of whisky in an armchair in the cabin in Lower Small Clough; 2. It’s gratifying Read more
The Warts have the usual athletic and navigational powers which are wide ranging, of course.It seems that the Warts committee (all of the Warts?) must have an unerring ability to control the weather on Wednesday evenings. The Warts have taken the view that the more challenging the terrain, the better. Read more
An uneventful run, except for the minor detail that we lost young Lewis somewhere around Yellowslacks, and didn’t find him again until we had been back at the cars for some time. No doubt he will have a tale to tell – he certainly has, see below. The rest of Read more
After last week’s debacle, it was a welcome return to Kinder via Fairbrook Naze, whereupon the weather closed in with a vengeance and we were treated to quite the longest, sloppiest and bog-ridden line across the plateau that Big Bob could muster. Both he and, rather more impressively Pete G, Read more
Not since the infamous trip to Thurlstone have we endured quite so execrable a route as that served up by the good Cap’n this evening. Absolutely no idea whatsoever where we went – hopefully the webmaster will be along in due course with a track to throw some light on Read more
The most convivial of wartin’ evenings under a black starry sky from the West End via Alport Trig, Ravens Clough sheepfold, Banktop Hey and a final plummet through the pine needles. Twenty six warts’ head torches raking the precipitous sides of Ravens Clough is indeed a fine sight to behold. Read more
A baker’s dozen of warts set out from Blackden in mild conditions for Ringing Roger via Blackden Trig, finding the latter with relative ease before an atmospheric clag descended to lend proceedings an additional charm; only ever so slightly disturbed by the ever present call of the irrepressible Mr Winterburn. Read more
International man of mystery, David Peak McGuinness, performed a first for the warts last night, single-handedly searching and rescuing a frailish little old Stannington lady, found sheltering in a grouse butt, two thirds of the way up the track to Cartledge Flat. It appears she’d taken the bus out to Read more
In the absence of any report from the official warts, nor indeed any from the webmaster – moonlighting on the unofficial wart – it falls once more to your correspondent to seek to gild a rather damp lily … this time a decidedly claggy night stomping through tussocks, heather and Read more
A fairly select group of warts, including guest appearances from the Spinks and brother Winterburn, enjoyed a real Harmer classic, battling through head-high heather, bracken, bog and assorted filth, at sub 40-minute mile pace across Hobson Moss and similarly unprepossessing tracts of flatish moorland to a number of largely unremarkable Read more