t'Y And His Amazing Woodin Leg

Yesterday's squad consisted of KLM, t'Y and self. KLM, presumably as part of his return from injury, fancied doing the Winter Hill Race route and so we set off with that aim, following the route as closely as we could. The always faint, but now virtually invisible, route over to the Shooting Hut was traced, although we had to share the more used section that goes up to the mast with runners taking part in the Winter Hill Marathon.

We stuck to the race route all the way to The Knoll, although t'Y and I lost sight of our navigator down from near to the trig point and approached the Knoll by a less than optimum route.

It was soon after that, that t'Y managed to injure his right lower leg by making contact with something hiding in the undergrowth. We were all running out of time by then, so we turned for home, with t'Y in some pain. We got back to the Barn without completing the race route, but with about ten and a half miles having been covered.

Later in the day I rang the injured man who told me that there was a foreign (even more foreign than being from Yorkshire) body in his wound which his better half could not remove and he was on the point of being rushed to A&E.

Later on he texted me to report that a one cm length of twig had been removed and he was now recovering at home.

That's the first time I've heard of anyone being injured by a Twiglet!