Most of clan McDrooper piled down to Edale with monsieur Eglise in September...one of the best attended trips for ages. It was a cold on Friday night although the nitrogen content of the air was still in a gaseous form so it wasn't that cold. Nothing that a few beers, mindless campsite-distrurbing chatter and a few rounds of burping and farting couldn't handle.
Dr Simpson turned up Saturday morning, we headed off for more KIMM training...managing the heroic distance of 21km in 4 hours.... otherwise known as walking pace so it wasn't that promissing. DM ran back to the campsite but I bailed out at Lawrenfiled crag so I could attempt to get my lardarse up a few VDiffs and amuse Eglise et Al in the process.
The pub session at Edale on Saturday night was most excellent, Droopers managing to drink the pub out of ales...probably due to shoddy stock taking more than superhuman liver stress by us but it still left us resorting to alco-pops!
Sunday was much of the same, DM and I managing a sweaty jog over Mam Tor, Eglise, Al, Mo and Jenny bailing the day's climbs due to sudden shower syndrome and Roystar improving his cunning polish language skills in the start of Pennine way cafe
