Happy New Year to all, fingers crossed, and we're locked down again. Exercise locally? What exactly does that mean? Watch out for the Derbyshire Constabulary ...

Jan 11th. It's raining and all that nice crispy weather seems to have melted away. However, here's a few snippets to kick off the year. Facebookers may have seen some of these.

1. Elgol and Sgurr nan Eag. Brilliant walk, July 2019.
2. Sue decants Sloe Gin 2020.
3. A path or a river? It's been raining.
4. A flooded Cressbrooke Dale aka Ravensdale.
5. Somewhere on Bradwell Moor. The observant may notice a touch of Photoshop.
6. Brackets. Possibly Coriolus versicolour.

• The rain falls down on last year's man
• That's a Jew's harp on the table, that's crayon in his hand
• And the corners of the blueprint are ruined since they rolled
• Far past the stems of thumb tacks that still throw shadows on the world.

Jan 13. Yesterday, all my troubles seemed so far away, and Sue and I went on a walk from Ringinglow, all within our local bounday of course, as we didn't want to encounter the Derbyshire Stasi. I was very wet, the concessionary path past White Stones was virtually submerged and the Wyming Brook was in spate.

1. Wyming Brook
2. Wyming Brook
3. Incognito, but it came from the Gravelings and it certainly isn't Cath.

18th Jan. Sue and I have had the call. We're to be jabbed on Thursday.

The weather forcast for the next few days is grim, but -

• I don't care what the weather man says
• If the weather man says it's raining
• You won't hear me complaining
• Oh no .. (well, perhaps just a little)

Anyway, here's a few trivial pics to mildly entertain. Contributions?

1. Iceberd in grouse trough 13
2. Sue admires the top of Vena Cave-in, High Neb
3. Lichen, possibly Parmelia loxodes but probably not
4. Winter walking, High Neb, oceanic puddle.
5. Garden wildlife - 1 Blue Tit
6. Garden wildlife - 2 Grey Squirrel Grrr!
7. Garden wildlife - 3 Redwing. They have descended en masse and stripped most of the Cotoneaster berries from next door's tree.

Yes, Sue and I went for a walk from Redmires, taking in Stanage Pole and High Neb along with other muddy gems. All within our local area of course.

21st January. Boredome is setting in. We're in lockdown for some time to come and the UK has turned into one gigantic puddle. Snow on the lawn this morning. Having little better to do I have been sorting out some of the hundreds (thousands?) of old photographs that I have scanned. Here are a few from years gone by.

11th Feb. There is life out there. Beautiful day, sub-zero and sunny.

Adey and Jan have sent in some pictures taken on their mobile, of a walking trip around Burbage et al.

Here are a few shots from our Burbage round yesterday. We avoided the Covid police, parked at Longshaw and probably then trespassed into the alien territory of the Sheffield City limits. You will see from one of them that Jan needs to get some leg extensions!

1. Just above Fox House
2. Jan minus legs
3. Upper Burbage bridge looking down the valley
4. From Burbage South edge towards Burbage north
5. Icicles in the Burbage South quarries. (??Ed)

11th Feb. Likewise, brilliant day. A day out not Geocrossing but trekking the lonlely heights around Redmires. Rud Hill and White Stones were part submerged on our last encounter, but today it/they were frozen solid. Not just Rud Hill but the reservoirs, particularly Rivelin Dams which were white over with new snow.

1. Sue undertakes aerial manoeuvres on Rud Hill
2. Soft landing
3. Redmires middle reservoir.
4. ArtyFarty
5. Rivelin Dams
6. Near Fulwood Booth Farm

Feb 13th. Prompted by none other than John Middleton, here are just a few pictures from my extensive archives. These go back to the 70s but I could go further.

There are places I remember all my life
Though some have changed
Some forever, not for better
Some have gone and some remain ...

1. Bob Conway, my regular climbing partner at one time. We slept in the back of my estate.
2. Gary Gibson, Staiden Quarry, the original Bycicle Repair Man.
3. Roy, wet day in Water cum Jolly
4. Alison Wintrip buying her round in The Tinners Arms. Bob conway lurking behind.
5. Mike Warwick and his long time girlfriend Helen. Helen eventually became Bob Conway's Wife
6. Outside The Count House
7. How it all started. Brick edge cruising, Buxton sports centre.

1. Rab Carrington and Mike Mortimer. CC dinner.
2. Ruth Allen and Don Whillans. CC dinner
3. Sir CB
4. Roy and I, Ynys Ettws
5. Sue, Stob Coire nan Lochan, Glencoe
6. Sue, perched on Beinn Eighe
7. When Amstrad was king. Our old office.

1. Choppy Day at St Govans
2. Lanb Rescue, Stennis Ford
3. Bang!
4. Below Stanage Edge
5. Bob Conway on The Devil's Appendix, Idwal.
6. Catch! Jim Shackleton on Ontos, Bamford Edge.
7. Cratcliffe - Beanstalk - Bob Conway.

1. John Hall, Pool Wall - Laurencefield
2. Bill Wintrip - Wuthering, Stanage
3. Me, Red Haze, South Stack
4. Roy Small - Black Grub Beeston Tor
5. Bill Wintrip and Senan Henessy on ?
6. Pembroke, Bob Conway on Zodiac
7. Something prickly, Pembroke.

1. Rainbow Zawn, Pembrokes most scary crag? Vertcal strata, sharp edges and dodgy protection. What more could one ask?
2. Over the Rainbow, FA, Bob Conway.
3. Bob Conway on FA of The Scarecrow, Rainbow Zawn
4. Bob Conway on FA of The Tin Man, Rainbow Zawn
5. Lubric, Millstone. Possibly Roy Small.
6. Bill Wintrip, FA of Rising Damp, Pembroke.
7. Beneath The Castle. A wonderland.
8. Keith Myhill, Al Evans and ?

1. Screwing (the other sort)
2. Dangling by the diddies.

 

Desperate times require desperate measures.

From Graham Hoey, who, whilst not being an actual Grumpy, is definately one of our regular friends.

I was wondering if you would be so kind as to bring my forthcoming guidebook to the attention of the grumpies via your website? I was talking to John and Kath yesterday at Stanage and they thought it might be of interest? 

It's a selected gritstone guide being published by Vertebrate Publishing called Peak District Gritstone(out at start of April). Some details are here:

https://www.v-publishing.co.uk/books/climbing/climbing-peak-district-gritstone/#:~:text=Peak%20District%20Gritstone%20is%20a,graded%20from%20Mod%20to%20E10

It's the opposite of a topo guide in that I've tried to make it very readable and hope people find it an enjoyable celebration of the unique beauty and challenge of climbing on gritstone and not just another grit guide. The fact that pre-order gives a 20% discount could be popular!

Also, Grumpies in the FRCC or CC may be interested to know I'm giving a slide presentation called from Old Grit to Old Git to members of the FRCC on March 4 and to the CC on March 22nd. It will be on zoom, details will be on FRCC and CC emails or on their Facebook sites. Its a presentation starting with some old gritstone stuff then jumps forward to more recent multipitch stuff all over the world with some good recommendations for places to go.

Graham.

Bill Geary and team aspire to become gear testers, Bill writes:

Since the climbing season is almost upon us, I thought it might be useful offer a brief review of three bouldering pads. These were recently tested at Stanage by our testers John Fleming, John Myers and Bill Geary.

Organic Full-Pad (Bill’s choice) Image 1
This pad is one of the larger units on the market, having a hinge construction with continuous top layer. The pad has a heavy duty covering Cordura cover and internally has a combination of open and closed cell foam with a total thickness of 12 cm.Three securing buckles are provided when the pad is closed.  A good quality harness systems provided with, height adjustable carrying straps.
Size: 140 cm x 120 cm when open
In Use:  This is a big pad and certainly catches the wind when being carried in anything other than a light breeze. When open the harness unit goes on the lower side and does get wet and muddy. The size, thickness and foam lay up come into their own for those  tricky high ball problems and in most situations the pad is hard to miss during a fall.
Conclusion: Should give many years of excellent service.

Price: Around £300, availabl3 from Outside amongst others.


Franklin Climbing Drop-Zone (John F's choice) Image 2
This unit is a good quality, burrito style pad, the outer is manufactured from tough, polyurethane-coated Cordura and features seamless corners. A two-layer high-density foam layup provides impact zone. When folded two aluminum buckles secure the closure.
Size: 105 cm x120 cm x 9 cm open.
In Use: Although smaller than the Organic, this is a well constructed pad and provides plenty of support during landing for all but the highest problems. The harness system is well designed and the pad is light enough to be carried to the most remote venues. The pad does need to be stored flat to prevent a permanent bend forming.
Conclusion: A well made pad which should, with care, last for many years.

Price: Around £200, widely availavble.


Axminster 500 (John M's choice) Image 3
One of the most cost effective units on the market.
The construction consists of 8 mm of hard wearing, thick pile with a woven hessian backing. This model has a compact footprint compared with many other pads on the market. The size disadvantage is partly offset by its roll-ability and easy storage. No buckles provided but once rolled up it can be secured with a short length of garden twine. No harness or waist belt provided on this model.
In use: Very simple to deploy, just unroll and climb! The pad can easily be rotated to take advantage of the weft in some circumstances. Remarkably, whilst carrying the pad is almost unaffected wind conditions. The hardwearing surface makes it ideal for landings but also for halls and other communal areas. The pad is great for those sit-start problems but a frankly terrifying experience once three feet off the ground.
Size 50 cm x 50 cm
Conclusion: Should provide adequate service between 1960 and 1974.

Price free: Check your local skips.

Image 4  John M contemplates leaving the off-width for a head first landing on the Axminster 500.

July 1st.

What? Nothing new since March?

Doug’s Memorial Party – Saturday 26th June 2021

Well, after 18 months of stress, strain, false starts, having to negotiate the bureaucratic nightmare of Lockdown constraints and, to cap it all, suffering a broken elbow a couple of weeks ago, Sue’s perseverance paid off and Doug’s Memorial party finally took place last Saturday afternoon.

And what a fitting and enjoyable tribute it turned out to be. And well worth all the angst, effort and planning that had gone into it – very well done, Sue, you should be proud.

The organisation was impeccable – micro-managed by Sue, and Mike Waters – so impressive as the Maitre d’, one has to wonder what he was in his former life? – with a very supportive main team of gazebo erectors, table/chair management in the shape of the Parkes, the Smalls, the Lancashires - who all put in a commendable amount of time and physical effort – plus further support on the food and drink front from Dot, the Wileys and Cath G..

The back garden had been laid out in discrete socially distanced sections – food, drink, music, chairs and tables in such a fashion that any LockDown Risk Assessment Jobsworth would have found it hard to fault.

The weather smiled on the event and, for most of the time, T-shirts were the order of the day.

There was a bumper turnout of 88, representing an eclectic mix - from Doug’s own equally eclectic past - of climbers, musicians, artists, workmates and habitues of the Sheaf View.

At short notice, John J valiantly stood in as MC for a house-bound Dick T, to introduce a number of short tributes from friends representing different aspects of Doug’s life but, as had been the intention, people were there to meet up with old friends and to remember Doug in their own ways.

All in all – a memorable occasion. Doug would have really enjoyed it !

John Graveling.

Sadly, Sue and I couldn't make it as we were on our way back from the deep Southwest but it all looks an excellent and fitting do. Well done Sue.

Photos by Sheila Rawcliffe.

August 19th.

Adey has kindly sent words and pictures of his holiday in the Southwest. Dartmoor to be precise So here we go.

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7-11

12-16

17-21

22-27

Adey & Jan’s jaunt to Dartmoor – June 2021

How come, you may ask yourselves, that this trip is only just being added to the Grumpies annals. Well, it has to do with a lost camera charger (Adey’s fault, obviously) and the lack of another means of extracting the photos from the SD card.

Having lost our planned trip to Mull and north Loch Lomond, earlier in the year, we jumped at the chance for a last-minute alternative in the opposite direction. After something of a scrabble for two sites around Dartmoor we finally managed to book a week at Lydford and another between Ivybridge and Kingsbridge.

A very hot drive down confirmed that we were entering Devon on the hottest day of several weeks of very hot weather; a foretaste of what was to come. The following day we decided that Yes Tor should be the objective, just to get our bodies moving. So, by mid-morning we were parked up near Okehampton Camp and on the way. At 300C this was not the gentle stroll we had expected but within the hour we were standing by the army flagpole and thinking about High Willhays, a mere 10 minutes away. To make a round trip we cut across to West Mill Tor, where frantic attempts to photograph a clouded yellow butterfly were defeated by its agility, and then back to the car. Back in Lydford a pint seemed very attractive and it was. Also attractive, though not to me personally, was the bird feeder in the pub garden. Here, it seems, you can get a yard of seed as well as yard of ale.

1. West Mill Tor (left) and Yes Tor from the army camp road.

2. Final slope to Yes Tor.

3. Jan almost at the summit.

4. High Willhays and two very warm walkers.

5. A yard of seed.

Back at the caravan and wondering whether the Jackson’s meanderings in the southwest were going well we messaged them and discovered they were at Tavistock, a mere 20 minutes away. Thus was a plot hatched for the following day. We would drive to a car park below Cox Tor and they would walk up a nice track to meet us there. As it turned out their nice track was horrendous consisting of waist high nettles, brambles and sundry other nasties, which forced them over a wall and into a large field of cattle …. or was it a field of large cattle, I forget. Whatever, it was a harassed and somewhat disgruntled pair who eventually emerged onto the open moor, just a little later than planned. After that, the stroll up to Cox Tor was a doddle and the views down to Plymouth and the Tamar bridge put them in a better mood. Cox Tor was much less granity than it looked from below but Great Staple Tor, across a shallow valley to the east, was a lot more dramatic as was Middle Staple Tor just below it. There is fine, if a tad on the tall side, bouldering for those with well-taped hands here. We were not minded to try it. Lack of tape, you see. From here, the intrepid Jacksons continued for further investigations across the valley. You will need to see Chris’s report for more about that little adventure. Being much more sensible, Jan and I opted to return to our car and have a look at Brentor church on the way back to Lydford. An extraordinary edifice, this, and it is obvious why the main graveyard was moved down into the village.

6. Jan and Sue deep in conversation between Cox Tor and Gt. Staple Tor.

7. The ladies and Chris, in his gardening hat, at Gt. Staple Tor. (What! I borrowed this from Vera. (Ed))

8. The only way to Brentor church.

After all this walking Jan insisted on a trip to the seaside, so we went to Bude for a day. We had been there before with the Wintrips, when our kids were small, and had forgotten how nice it is. On that trip Bill and I climbed on Compass Point and several other, far more frightening, places further up the coast. We decided that Culm is not our favourite rock and have never been back. This time we had a splendid day pottering around, having a paddle and generally behaving like responsible tourists.

9. Compass Point with the obvious descent ramp. Crimtyphon (E1 5c) climbs just right of the curved

overlap, right of the ramp, up the slab via pockets. A brilliant route but the escape along the ridge

has clearly become far more death-defying since we did it.

10. Jan playing football with a Blue Jellyfish, Cyanea lamarckii. Apparently, it has a sting like a really nasty

nettle, which we did not research further.

11. Honeycomb worm, Sabellaria alveolta, colonies and mussels at Northcott Mouth.

For our last day at Lydford we decided to walk the length of the “ridge” from Widgery Cross to Sourton, which we could see from the site. This was a fairly long day and turned out to be more a series of shallow valleys with diversions to reach the tors than an actual ridge. Had we bothered to check the map we would have known that before we set off but, no matter, the views were magnificent and there was nobody else around. We could hear the guns on the southern ranges blasting away. Again, you will have to read the Jackson diary for more about that particular event.

12. Widgery Cross, on the highest point.

13. Crossing the infant River Lyd.

14. Widgery Cross.

After such exertion we spent a few days “doing the sights”. Castle Drogo (National Trust), newly refurbished, was a good visit with wonderful gardens. Mrs. H. was in her element. Then we moved sites and spent the Saturday in Totnes, all very bohemian and sporting a good market with brilliant street food. After lunch we looked into Totnes castle (English Heritage), the best-preserved stone motte and bailey fortress in England and originally built by the Normans to control those unruly Saxons in the town below. Then on to Berry Pomeroy castle, built by the Pomeroys but mostly owned by the Seymours, of Henry VIII fame. It could have been extraordinary but the building costs escalated and it was never finished; now why does that story seem a little familiar? On the following day, still needing(?) some culture, we went round to Agatha Christie’s holiday place at Greenway. Nice if you can afford it.

17. Totnes Castle motte and keep.

18. Berry Pomeroy castle ruins.

19. Greenway boathouse on the River Dart.

For a final stroll on Dartmoor we gained access from Scorriton, near Buckfastleigh. This was much more like the Dark Peak with tracks and paths over springy turf, on Ryder’s Hill, that would have been a soggy bog in wetter weather. Another super day giving long views across to Teignmouth and up towards Hay Tor, followed by a return through wonderful woodland with plenty of dingly dells around Chalk Ford. To finish off we popped into Brixham which, I was led to understand, was compulsory.

20. Towards Teignmouth from The Sandy Way drove road.

21. Hay Tor in the distance.

22. Chalk Ford on the River Mardle.

23. Who needs the crowds at Wistman’s Wood.

24. Speckled Wood at Chalk Ford.

25. Cunard’s current flagship, Queen Victoria, sitting out the cruising ban in Torbay.

26. Brixham harbour.

27. The outcome of blowing one’s trumpet after 10pm.

Wow, I think that Adey is making a bid for the prestigeous Man-Booby prize for literary excellence. I'm not sure that we can challenge that but here's an abreviated tale of of our 6 weeks down in the jolly old SW in the campervan.

Chris and Sue walking in the Southwest.

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8-13

14-19

20-25

26-31

32-37

Things didn't start off too well, Sue had a chest infection (not Covid) and was feeling too miserable to leave the campervan, and the weather was equally miserable. We started off at Great Malvern, staying at the Great Malvern CAM site which despite its name turned out to be several miles of muddy fields from the Malvern Hills which were, in any case, shrouded in mist and drizzle. Undeterred however I set off alone, reached the hills, climbed the highest bit and then squelched off back to the campervan, soggy and splattered with mud.

We moved on to the the CCC site above Minehead. The weather remained miserable and we hunkered down some of the time, reading, crosswording, watching telly and snatching the occasioal shorter walk. Then on to the Ilfracombe Damage Barton Premier site which is on top of a hill, from where we attempted to book a trip to Lundy. 'Fully Booked my pretties' was all we got in the booking office 'but just in case, we'll put you on the standby list with 22 others'. Outside, things deteriorated and we were hit by 60mph gales and horizontal rain and once more we found ourselves hunkering, except this time we also griped about the 30yd walk to the toilet block. After two days things improved slightly, i.e. the wind dropped to 50mph and the rain eased to a heavy drizzle, and then surprise surprise, the booking office for the Lundy trip rang us to say that there was a vacancy. Did the cancellers know something that we didn't. Probably.

So off we went from Ilfracombe on the good ship Oldenburg. 'How's the sea today', I asked. 'Moderate' said the captain, however, shortly after we set off, sickybags were much in demand. Rolling and pitching with the sea breaking over the bows the Oldenburg bored its way through the white capped waves to a misty shangri-la, and by the time we arrived on Lundy the captain had changed his tune from moderate to moderate to rough. Perfect timing, as we and many green passengers set foot on Lundy the rain started and grew progressively heavier as the day wore on. Still, it didn't get into the beer at the Islands Marisco Tavern. The soggy return trip was somewhat smoother than the outgoing one. Next day the sun came out and we did a bit of coast path round Morte Point and the village of Morthoe.

1. Sue in her Sunday best
2. Verity at Ilfracombe. We know what she's been up to
3. The Oldenburg and Rat Island at Lundy.
4. The spectacular and rare Lundy Cabbage.
5. Lee Bay
6. Sheeps Bit Scabious.

We decided that it was time to get a few more miles of walking under our belts, so to speak so we took the local bus to Braunton and followed the coast path to Woolacombe, where we intended to catch the bus back to our campsite on top of the hill. The 15 mile walk was fairly flat except for the bit around Baggy Point and we anticipated catching the bus at Woolacombe to take us up the hill to our campsite at Damage Barton. Perfectly timed again we just missed it and the next one was about 3 hours away so we slogged uphill for 2 miles and 200m of climb to get back. The last straw and all that.

Pictures 8-13

1. It's all been a bit much.
2. I think that it's raining
3. Surfers near Newquay
4. The coast near Newquay
5. Newquay
6. Heaven or Hell?

Pictures 14-19

1. Cornish wall with Navelworts.
2. Sue and Bedruthan Steps
3. Foundered?
4. Kynance Cove.
5. Scarlet Tiger Moth
6. Sepentine step. Slippery when wet.

As the weeks went by we rounded The Lizard visited lots of twee villages, walked miles of delightful coastline and eventually found ourselves on the South coast of Cornwall. On one expedition we stayed at the CAM site high above Looe, some way from the town but it was all downhill. We did several walking trips from here but the most memorable was from Polruan which is across the estuary from Fowey, to Polperro. From Looe we took the local bus to Polruan which took about 40 minutes despite being driven by Mohammed the mad Muslim playing loud Rap music. One lady was so frightened by his driving that she had considered getting off and waiting for the next bus! Still, we all survived and were dropped safely above the waterline at Polruan. On the map, not too far. Perhaps eight miles or so but close scrutiny of the contour lines revealed some significant up and downs which featured hundreds of steps, something which does not totally agree with my slightly dodge knee.

Great walk but Polperro was a welcome sight as was the ice cream shop. We caught the bus at Crumplehorn about half a mile up the road in Polperro, but the drama was not quite over as it broke down in Looe and due to an uncertain replacement time we foolishly opted for the climb back to the campsite.

Pictures 20-25

1. Cadgewith
2. Polperro
3. So now you know.
4. Must be Saturday.
5. Mussels
6. The delightful Cawsand (or is it Kingsand?) in the Plymouth estuary.

Time for a change, splendid though coasts are we decided to move inland for a spell of Dartmoor Tors. It turned out that Jan and Adey Hubbard were holidaying in the same area so we agreed to meet up with them. We were booked in to the CCC campsite at Higher Longford just outside Tavistock, Adey and Jan were staying a few miles North and we agreed to meet in the car park underneath Cox Tor. On the map, there appeared to be a perfectly obvious route across country from the camp site up to the car park. On the ground, things were a little different and armpit high nettles, brambles and psychopathic bullocks had to be negotiated before we broke out onto the road. After that, all was sweetness and light and a pleasant day was had by all.

The following day Sue and I headed out once again to explore the Tors. We decided to ascend a slightly off-the-beaten-track sort of Tor, White Tor. This is close to the army firing range and the red flag on the Tor indicated that they were blowing things up and shooting each other. No problem except that my compass was not behaving as expected. I know that we all blame the compass when things go wrong, rotating it in desperation but mine seem to suggest that we enter the army firing range when common sense suggested not. The rocks on White Tor it turned out to be magnetic, but that was not the whole story as a comparison with Sue's compass revealed that mine was pointing South while hers pointed more conventionally North. The GPS' battery was on its last legs but it saved the day and after a bit of moor bashing we were soon safe in the hamlet of Wapsworthy though still a long way from home.

Pictures 26-31

1. Home sweet home
2. Jan and Adey below Great Staple Tor
3. Me on Roos Tor
4. Vixen Tor where climbing is no longer allowed.
5. Spot the difference.
6. The beach at Beer.

We stayed at the Beer Caravan Park though we were lucky to get in and even luckier to bag a prime spot yards from the ablutions block thanks to a cancellation. A bit of an eyesore but and excellent site with everything and more, though more statics that tourers. On the Jurassic coast of course and there was lots of potential walking from Beer, both inland and coast. There was also the excellent and inescapable Axmouth to Lyme Regis Undercliff path, 5 miles of ancient forest riven by creases and landslips as the chalk rests uncomfortably on the sandstones below. Here also is a feature there called Goat Island which in 1839 slipped away isolating a small field by a 200 foot deep ravine in the process. This became so famous that Queen Victoria herself sailed past to have a look at it.

Onwards and sideways. From East Fleet campsite we caught the bus to busy Weymouth and then another to Portland with great views of Chesil Bank. Sue wanted to explore the Bill and check out the prison camps. I'd been here before on a climbing trip with Bill Wintrip and Adey Hubbard though that was quite a few years ago. We pottered along the West coast of Portland Bill, explored the sculpture park which was once an old quarry and passed housing estates teetering on the cliff edge. Portland Bill is sort of OK, there's lots of weird shacks and sheds but the highlight was the G&T flavoured sorbet from the lighthouse cafe which contained real gin. The east side of the peninsular was more interesting with ancient Portland Stone quarries and hidden coves. Later we passed the Young Offenders Institution, HM Prison and an disused railway line leading into forbidden territory.

Pictures 32-37

1. Branscombe Mouth
2. The inescapable Axmouth-Lyme Regis Undercliff path.
3. Bee Orchid
4. The Roy Dog, Portsmouth sculpture park.
5. In Portsmouth quarries
6. G & T flavoured sorbet at Portsmouth Bill.

Adding up all the distance logs on my GPS watch, we walked nearly 250 miles over the 6 weeks. Time to go home, time for a rest!

Mike Browell is still working at his excellent hgeocross puzzles. He has recently upped the ante with some Bleaklow specials. Here is a copy of his recent email.

Chris Jackson email

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