The club divides itself into three parties with walks of varying degrees. The 'C' party normally does a low level walk around the edge of a lake or on gentle pathways - but not this month. The leader will never live it down. He lost the path and we ended up having to walk over the tops in order to get back to the coach. Some of the group struggled with this but there was no choice in the end. We ended up doing the most strenuous walk of all and the other groups are probably still laughing at us. I am not at my fittest but was pleased that I was forced to push myself a little. It was good for me. My son found it easy and, as he is trying to get fit, he was well pleased with himself.
Although the weather stayed fine, it was not, unfortunately, a good day for photographs - too hazy. Also, I had not taken my tripod or any filters - nor was there time to hang around and think about composition.
Towards the end of the walk my son pointed out that I used to carry his rucksack, now he was being asked to carry mine. Come to think of it - now that I know he is such a fit strong lad, there is no reason why I can't have a tripod with me. :-)
Brathwaite from the path:
This is where everyone realised that they had a bit of a walk head of them. We sat down for lunch.
