The arm that delved into Saturday's luck dip tub must have been long indeed, because it reached right down to the bottom and unearthed an almost forgotten star! Good to see you back on on the fell, Matt, and pleased that your appearance in the Super Geriatrics' relay squad had not discouraged you for another year.
Also emerging from the bran was t'Y, YJ (claiming to be there just to be sociable, but was always running on the several occasions that we saw him, although his hearing is obviously failing as he didn't hear our greeting called from Noon Hill when he passed below on George's Lane).
Making his inaugural appearance was young Andy, who had originally taken up running primarily to keep fit for his drumming (this week Andy, next week Charlie Watts?), but now has his sights set on a slightly more ambitious target. However, we may not see Andy again, as t'Y bent his ear for most of the outing, and if that didn't put him off, perhaps the many socialising stops that we made might have convinced him that he'd get a few more miles under his belt on his own rather than listening to us chewing the fat with old friends.
One of our longer stops was with the Rucksack Club, which included NLN, FSS, Scary Mary (the baby of the Supergeriatric Relay squad) and Ultra Man Dennis, who may soon be joining us on a Saturday UTUP.
No sign of my Born Again Christian recruit, perhaps he's been born again as something else.
T'Y and Andy went home first (dates respectively with Tesco and a bearded iguana) then me, leaving Matt to roam the fells alone, like a sort of Mattie Celeste.
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