15th January:

A well attended meet with 17 members and potential members.

The walkers met at 9am as planned on the side road in Hope. Seven began with three (two were post ops) departing for home and baths towards lunchtime from Hope Cross, leaving four to complete the circuit.

The weather was awful – exceedingly wet and windy (sods law, the day before was wonderful) with Kinder at its worst. Most of the paths ran with snow melt and rain water, such that paddling would be a more appropriate term for some of the walking. The stream in Jaggers Clough was raging and only crossed by a short diversion upstream and a jump. Three of the four walkers stopped at some point with Graham taking the blue ribbon by almost lying horizontally to escape one particular boggy path! In the conditions, the circuit of only about 12 miles, was hard work, and took in Win Hill, Hope Cross, Jaggers Clough, Ringing Roger, before crossing to the North Edge and a return to Hope Cross and the Packhorse Road back to Hope.

Lunch was taken on Ringing Roger, in the lee of some rocks, in what turned out to be one of the windiest places on the walk! Mike Johnson and Tony C, were sensible and walked in the valley from Hope to Castleton and return, whilst Richard S went running somewhere local at home.

The cavers descended Eldon Hole by SRT, including the ascent into Damocles Rift by some, the highlight seemingly being George being de-tangled by Mike. Tea was well received by all at the Hut at 6pm, with thanks particularly to Tony and Gill!

 

19th February:

Route – We left the hut promptly at 9:15 the route took us through Stoney Middleton passed the Baths and thence up the track leading to the Grindleford – Eyam road and then upwards towards the woodland formerly owned by Derek and Angela G at Top Riley. We then entered Stoke Wood at which point we lost Crowson and Peppit (G) although we only discovered this well through the wood and despite trying to make mobile contact lost them completely.

As we were about to exit the wood we made a short detour to inspect Fair Flora before we descended the Magclough valley, across the steam and upwards towards Grindleford reaching the Village at the Sir William from which we descended to the bridge at Grindleford where we met Jane Crowson and had to admit that we’d lost her husband, she didn’t seem overly distraught at receiving this news.

15th October

The walkers assembled at Grindleford Station as instructed by the Main Leader and escorted to the platform by him and then the responsibility handed over to the Deputy Leader with hints that he (the DL) didn’t really know where he was going, and then he left.

On leaving the train at Bamford, the smiling face of Axel was seen, and then the scowling face of Mike Johnson, searching for the Main Leader, who had promised to walk with him. The Deputy Leader took his responsibility seriously and led the party in the direction of Bamford Edge, by which time a coup for Leadership responsibility was taking place as Mad Crowson was exhibiting signs of “I know where I’m going – trust me!” Thoughts of the potential slog across Bamford Moor and adjoining bog, and thus rebelling against the Leadership coup (knowing what the Rebel Leader was like at Leadership) made Peppit senior decide on a short cut via High Neb and then supposedly to meet up with them later at Stanage End.

As it turned out the Overall Leadership went to pieces on Bamford Edge with the Rebel Leader and his guest baling out and dropping down to Hathersage, whilst the remainder was now divided into various groups guided by Sub Leaders. Peppit meanwhile, at Stanage End, saw no sign of the expected party so Led himself along Stanage, Burbage, Padley Gorge and to the safety of his car. Meanwhile, the Main Leader was searching the countryside for Mike, but gave up at Crow Chin, (where he and Peppit must have been in close proximity to each other), and continued to the hut to cook a very good dinner. Mike meanwhile, who was expecting a short ramble with the Main Leader, ended up being Led along the complete walk, albeit catching a bus from the Fox House leaving the residue of the Sub Parties merrily supping their ales, and then staggering down to the Station.

Consequently, all Sub Parties, Rebels and Individuals eventually reunited at the hut, except for the Deputy Leader, who it was rumoured, had Fatherly Leadership roles to perform, but some thought he might still be Leading an imaginary party over Bamford Moor! But, all had a great time.

24th - 26th November 2017

A depleted turn out this year. The weather was predictably cold with squally sleety showers and the AGM was also predictably complicated and best reported elsewhere.

On Friday, Peppit senior was taken by Mike P and Ed Sampson in Becky’s car and stopped off about 1 pm at the Llanberis slate quarries (Rob was on potential baby delivery duties). A devious route on precarious paths, (where after a little slip on damp slate Peppit senior decided to return to the safety of the car and waited till darkness) took them to the Rainbow Arete area where an ascent of something was completed just before a hailstorm.

From Mike White: I learnt what Syd means by “saunter” and what John means by “hop”.  As in “we’ll saunter over this next bit and then hop up there”. “Stagger” and “hobble” better describes what I did.  As for where we went, Syd’s main navigational aid appeared to be the little finger of his right hand which traced the route he suggested we followed.  So it was a case of follow Syd and catch up with him when  he next exercised that finger.  I do know that at some point we ended up in Crafnant.  Rod gave up the opportunity of going on with Syd and John as they sauntered up yet another hill, and he led me down the most bog-ridden, tussocky, bracken-tripping ground in North Wales. Virtually pathless and with several impressive barbed wire fences.  He helped me to get my leg over more than once.

From Phil Crowson: Persuaded Russell to accompany me on project Snowdon. Foot to floor once entombed in the Merc. No time for him to reason. Ascended via Watkins path after paying homage at the Gladstone stone. Treacherous ice glazed rocks, came down a ridge to West and promptly slipped twice, injured knees. Russell genuinely pleased but very relieved to have survived a trip with the Crowsonator.

By M Pierce: As you probably know, John Hood and I went up Moel Siabod in very wintery conditions, plenty of ice and snow and gale force winds on the summit [see John's photographs].

By Mike Peppit: Around midday Ed, Mike, Rick and Rachel headed to Tryfan. Ed was reluctantly cajoled up Direct Route and then up the snowy ridge to a wintry summit before heading back down through the wind and snow via the fell runner’s route. I really enjoyed it and Ed hated every minute of it – which made it all the more worthwhile.  His only enjoyment came in seeing me fall over twice on the way back down, getting myself covered in mud and winding myself on a boulder. Rick and Rachel intended to join us on the ridge above Milestone Buttress but got turned away by a loose gully and decided to traverse over towards Cwm Idwal. We all met up back at the Ogwen café before heading back to the bunkhouse half expecting to find the freshly crippled McBain slumped at the bottom of the stairs covered in whisky.

By A Chatburn: Friday: Tony Crowther, Graham Barnes and Axel, met the President at Llyn Brenig  at about 11:30.  We walked over the reservoir embankment to the far side and onwards to a lone picnic table where we had lunch. Afterwards, Tony turned back while we others carried on to the Ring Cairn an ancient stone wall in the form of a ring which was encircled by wooden posts and built about 2000BC. We then returned and met up with Tony and continued to the  Tyn-y-Coed.

Saturday: Axel, Richard, Martin, guest Steve, Geoff, Graham: From the Tyn-y-Coed we walked over to Llyn Crafnant and along its northwestern side, pausing for a photo by the monument at the far end. Then over to Llyn Geirionydd, having stopped for lunch on the way. More photos at the second monument of the day.  After Llyn G. a steep ascent on a track, good but heavily eroded in places by an errant stream. Then we turned off south past Llyn Bychan to meet a path going west to Capel Curig. A very steep ascent followed and good views to Moel Siabod. We (the President, Graham and Axel) continued to Plas y Brenin and back to the Hotel by the path on the south side of the Afon Llugwy.

Sunday: Richard now a Past President, Tony , Graham and Axel met at the paddling pool on Llandudno front. A good place, we thought, because there are toilets there.

We walked along the front and to the end of the pier and back to the cars - a pleasant morning stroll. We said goodbye to Richard and then walked onwards towards the Little Orme. A mistake, perhaps, because we were caught by a heavy shower. However, we hurried back to eat lunch in the car and  motored  home in the afternoon.

17th December 2017

The President’s Meet Notice:

The so called President can only guarantee free beer at the 3 Stags. And then only if he makes it there with the cash and there are no bloody folk singers wailing within. (Real music accepted).

All ferrets and other hunting animals (viz Goshawks and Shaw-Crosses) welcome, provided accompanied by a member or prospective member.

If arriving prior to the so called President then hares and other game caught on the day for eating etc must be presented to the Landlord prior to ordering beer against credit.

Dead Rats accepted.

Statues of rich historic deceased members may not be erected due to current Momentum/Oxbridge funding issues.

Sheep (M or F) arriving prior to 2.30 pm excluded because  LGBT+/Pansex issues are not currently covered by club rules.

Post 14.30 it's not the clubs problem (refer to H+S Guidance).

New Secretary Travis can advise on details of his new Trophy rules ad minutem (sorry spent too much time with club lawyers so that means for ever and ever), on request.

The BMC have not been in touch about this meet, So maybe they have other more important things to worry about. Mind you we didn't tell em.

The President’s Meet Report:

The Vice President didn’t turn-up due to his flight from Costa Rica being delayed by “cold weather in Northern UK”. Clearly the landlady of the Moon would be disappointed. No grovelling fawn at her skirts. So, for the Saturday night practice run of the Sunday feast, the DPC Bristol section represented by Golden Boy Goulden was recruited.

On a frosty and dead calm morn the president trailed the Pierce Party (PP) and his slothfulness was attended upon by the Goulden. Once again the objective was a distant public House. The sheer romance of the countryside soon tempted camera from rucksack causing a slight delay while the PP (Pierce party) ploughed on to the Derwent path, but were still in sight. Several more minutes were then lost as the ASA setting was reset to please the V and the scene was pronounced almost as Joyous as the entertainment in the Moon the previous evening. And here the PP were seen disappearing into the trees – the last time they were seen in action. And this was the story of the day:

Arriving in Froggatt there was no sign of em. How could we go on with no one to follow? Where were they going? Why go to Froggatt? Only one answer to that one – to go up to the Edge. So we went up. No foot prints on the tarmac and Mr and Mrs Smith-Froggatt said they hadn't seen a bunch of old men since they had got out of bed. Where the Hell are we going? Oh yes! The Barrel at Bretton,that’s what Pierce said. Dive off along the Haywood path. Creepy shapes of distorted disease-ridden trees loomed out of the mist….

Let s get out of here… To the Sir William pub for a quick straightener and on through Sheriff Wood via Leam Hall. What the …..? Here Stalug Luft III levels of security at right angles to our chosen path had to be overcome yet only minor damage occurred to barbed wire barriers (sorry if we did any damage Sir Sheriff – please pay for the repairs with the 2 threads of Paramo pure golden thread left on a barb).  This was our first experience of enclosing what should be public routes through heritage countryside today. Not a single sign of how the public might get through or around these protected enclosures in a National Park…

Ah! No compass! No First Aid Kit. We were resigned to a lonely and dangerous day in the mist with no hope of ever sighting the PP ever again. Still if it had to end thus we may as well make the most of it. Escaping this over enclosed land to a public road brought all too short relief from the gentrification of Derbyshire and only a lucky meeting with a passing local allowed us to confidently ignore private road signs past Hazleford “farm” with it’s double glazed frameless picture windows, ludicrous orchard fruit planting along a public path and electric fences on top of the 6ft high dry stone walls. And then we had the black on white signs warning the sheep not to climb over the electric fences. Yuck squared. But to be fair they have planted hundreds of deciduous trees to soften the pine plantation margins.

Lunch in the delightful Highlow valley followed by Bretton Clough led to the Barrells at Bretton where there was (yet again) no sign of the PP. On down the slithery gorse pricking descent to Eyam and thence to the Moon at Stoney, found the Peppiti contemplating death by underground exposure. So you like caving eh…?

We rushed back to the hut where we could be sure of sensible and enlightening company only to be met by Mike Johnson, apparently on a slope of alcoholic enthusiasm for his new role of un-treasurer! Then we had a Jolly Good Dinner and a vast new Travis Trophy ready for its first inscription….Hugh presided. Axel entertained…. Ed had style. Pierce interviewed for a horror movie.  But look who won…  And…….he was not proscribed from receipt of the Greenaway Wine!!!!!   
       
Thanks to the Shawcross calm dinner preparation and fine wine selection, we all slept through Johnsons snoring and a merry party enjoyed the good doctors early morning administration of tea, full English butties and corn flakes. Ah well, what a meet the VP missed! M Clowes.

The cavers consisted of Mike P, Andy T, Syd G, and David C. They descended Red Rake in Calver, which is not generally publicised, and being one of the mines the Club explored in the early 1900’s. On the Saturday night they did a candle lit Streaks through-trip.

By Ed Shawcross: The meet leaders report is pretty straight forward to be honest - we peeled, prepped all the veg while drinking tea. When TC and Mike J returned after their walk we sampled both the wine and the beer for quality control. It was so good that Mike J went to sleep and TC had to retire upstairs to get changed. 23 sat down to dinner at 6 pm and a lovely time was had by all and we managed to drink a whole case of wine.