Here you can see the report from our latest walk and also some of the pictures that were taken.

Unless otherwise stated, report by Paul Coates and pictures by Keith Bilton.

Report and photos by Keith Bilton

Thursday 13th. March 2008

Hamer, Cropton Forest, White House Farm, Russell’s Wood, Hancow Road, Yatt’s Farm, Rosedale Abbey( The Coach House Inn), Northdale, Northdale Rigg, Hamer.

Very windy on the tops, sunny morning, grey afternoon turning bright.

Nathan, Col, Keith, Paul Holmes, Paul Craggs, Jack,Ray

Keith,Jack

A change to the scheduled walk today due to the absence of our two leaders who chose to seek pleasures elsewhere. Bob is still in ‘Naam and Paul, who chose to forego the company of his mates in favour of a company freebie i.e. free transport, free booze, free meal, free transport home and a free day off afterwards. It must also be reported that Dudley, who had the slightest of sniffles, decided to join the sick, lame and lazy club who were also conspicuous by their absence from the mid-day pub stop.

Rosedale from Yatt's Farm

The journey from Hull was one of the quickest on record with no hold ups from the usual tractors and heavy goods vehicles. We wondered if word had got round that Bob was out of the country and the pleasures of winding him up would have to be put on hold for a couple of weeks.

The much maligned “here’s a path” Jack Rhoades was entrusted with the map reading and, it has to be said, he did a stirling job. He was severely tested when we reached Cropton Forest due to the fact that the Forestry Commission had decided to fell half the trees, thereby obliterating all signs of the footpath.

But Jack, with unerring accuracy, soon had us on track and earned deserved praise from the ranks. We passed the seat where a year ago Dennis, with that cheeky grin, had lit up a fag and we had all started coughing and clutching our throats. Memories!

On the way down to Yatt’s Farm, Jack remarked that you tended to see a lot more scenery when you weren’t floundering about hopelessly off route!! To a man we agreed, although some of the group were too busy relating the jokes sent to them by text, to notice any scenery!

This must be the path

The last field before Yatt’s farm contain some exotic chicken coops, which, with some imagination, looked like miniature detached houses.

Luxurious chicken coop	Desirable country residence!

We reached the pub in good time and, as we started putting on our bluies, the plant containers adorning each entry to the pub yard became the centre of attraction. The scene depicted on these containers, due to public decency and the risk of this website being closed down, cannot be described. Needless to say that cameras (and camera phones) were clicking frantically, but rest assured, the images obtained will never darken these pages.

The interior of the pub was cosy and there was plenty of room (we were the only customers). However the beer was a letdown, all that was on offer was Foster’s and Black Sheep, not that Keith (who was driving) was bothered, he’d have been gutted if a good selection had been on offer. The Black Sheep appeared to be fouler than usual and the three pulled were swiftly returned to the bar. Another barrel was put on and there were no complaints after that.

Keith appeared to be pleasantly surprised by the amount of petrol money he received and even more surprised when this amount (due to bad maths) led to more cash. He thought he was dreaming when Sherlock said he’d forgotten it had gone up to £1.25 and even more cash was distributed. The icing on the cake was in the share out afterwards and Keith left the ale house a considerable richer man. Jack then announced that, due to our making good time and the low mileage of the afternoon, we could spend more time in the pub! This must be a first and I must report that there was even a ‘whispering’ of a coup d’état against our regular leaders!

The afternoon was the usual slog up Northdale and whinging of ‘let’s get to the top first’ when Jack proposed a grub stop. Needless to say that the whinging came from a couple of our more ‘portly’colleagues.

Can we get to the top before we eat?

A great day out and many thanks to Jack for his map reading skills.That Market Weighton map certainly has paid for itself ten fold!

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