Two teams out today.
Heptonstall (Hawden Hole Woods and nearby paths!)
On a damp, intermittently drizzly day Fred and Frank were fortunate to be working in a sheltered woodland area on a variety of straightforward tasks. Namely:
installing a marker post; consolidating step-treads with aggregate; finding elusive (and sometimes non-existent) marker posts that required waymark discs and sorting out a wayward finger-post. These were not the most photogenic of tasks but typically we have:
|I know it's misty, Fred but there is a path there somewhere!|
|And there it is, Fred, just where the marker is pointing . . . but where are you?|
|Step-treads now consolidated with aggregate.|
'To dig or not to dig;- that is the question.
Whether 'tis better on the ground to drain
The rain and hail of horrendous downpours,
Or build a dam against the walls of water
And by opposing, stem them? To dig - to drain
Some more; and by digging find we endure
The aching back and a dozen nasty blisters
That flesh is heir to:- 'tis an outcome
Not to be envied. To dig - to drain -
To unblock the stream:- ay, there's the flood!'
[Exit, pursued by a squirrel. Whoops; wrong play!]
Gaddings (Jail Hole)
The other team, Stella, Richard J, Graham, Bernard and Gerald, worked on the Gaddings Jail Hole path at Lumbutts.
|Hoping the rain would stop.|
|Work progressed even during heavy showers.|
|Richard J and Bernard plan the next stage.|
|CROWS under the Rainbow.|
We shall return.