You see, he invited a few of us along (well when I say 'a few' what I really mean is twenty five) for a spot of lunch in a pub in the White Peak. Now these legs aren't used to this 'walking' business at all - this is an outdoor blog, all said and done - and you can't possibly expect me to blog about being outside if I am out there in the cold damp air, actually outside, can you? I need to be here in my office, in the warm, with the cat on my lap, slurping a rather nice cappuccino and pulling ideas out of the skull cinema to share with you.
Well after a bit of prodding Lord Elpus & I decided to see what all the fuss was about - we would get in the car, drive all the way to some countryside and then go for a walk with a ragbag of ramblers. This 'countryside' thing was fascinating: It was like Suffolk and Cambridgeshire but a bit more crumpled up and with Rivers and trees and stuff, too.
(It did all smell a bit like the muck-spreader had been out for a week beforehand.)
So - in a typically Lord Elpus Winter Walk sort of way, we all finished in the gloaming, in the cold, in the middle of nowhere with mud up to our eyeballs.
Mileage: A few too many.
Food and Drink: Laphroaig & three rather fine pints of Black Sheep and Fish&Chips.
Photo details: Box Brownie, no filters, apart from those pinched from Shirl's fags.