Sexy or what!!!
We're on holiday today to get an early start down to the Peak. The we in case consists of Lindsey, Lynn and myself all safely ensconsed in Lindseys Big Yellow Banana Mobile for the mystery tour. After much fun and games we find ourselves a couple of hours ahead of schedule, sat in the Cat'n'Fiddle pub, watching the sun set into the mist.
We next try for the pub in the village of Flash but it's closed, so it's back to Buxton for one more pub then we're off to Gradback YHA, our destination for the weekend. It's a nice old place built from an old mill, plenty of bunk rooms, showers, and eating places.
The place to be - Gradback YHA
Let the party commence...
Beer is consumed in heroic quantities, home-made leak and potatoe soup scoffed enthusiastically and utter drivel talked by all and sundary. The highpoints.... well there where no real highpoints but the least of the lowpoints may have been:
The caretaker repeatedly coming in to ask someone to move their car from his exit, only to have some-wima-else park there. And the slaver he got. poor sod deserves a meddle for coping with it.
Having some sort of conversation with a triumph riding blonde who lived up to her hair colour, after 10 minutes I no longer knew my own name.
And of course the leek and potatoe soup. Did I mention the leek and potatoe soup? I like leek and potatoe soup!
Saturday is lookng fine but cold so perfect walking weather. Nobody else is up for much so I set off on my lonesome to take in Ludds Church (a kinky rock formation in the woods) and the Roaches (a kinky rock formation on a ridge). I really enjoy myself hacking through the mud, up the bumps and get back just before I loose the light... and raring for some beer.
WIMA's and food....
Which leads to party number 2. Jan as usual has organised vast quantties of mega scrummy food which is consumed with gusto, knife, fork, spoon, shovel and conveyor belt.
Forward planning leaves enough room for plenty of beer so the evening is spent getting happily pissed with Kev and Steve, talking bollox and watching drunken women try to dance.
Sunday is another glorious, sunny and cold day. But we've all got to go home and hibernate till the spring.
Dancing - or something like that.
Miscellaneous drunken nattering
A real rufty tufty
biker type sets off home into the frost and snow.
What you can't see is the heated jacket, gloves, socks, knickers and nipple
warmers.