Rosedale & Robin Hood’s bay, North York Moors, 23rd May 2004


Adrian Anderson, Adam Healey, Alison Shaw, Carol Finlayson, Ben Heggs, Richard Meunier, Rose Macmillan, Mary Illes, Helena Crofts, Phil Dean, James Ward, Arran Titley, Ashton Erler & friend.


One of the best turnouts for the year was seen for this less than strenuous Ben Lairig expedition. We managed to fill ‘Bella’ (the 9 seater for those without direct connection:) and also Ben’s trusty Fiesta. A trip to Tesco the night before saw us stock up on food drink and a sponge football – all a present from the generous club. The North York moors was our destination and parking on Blakey ridge, we descended down into Rosedale. Someway down the valley we managed to inadvertently corner a couple of sheep. They obviously didn’t see us as friendly walking folk so promptly performed high jumps over the barbed wire fence (not all making it first time). A little further along the group was stopped by a sighting of a strange animal – “just to the left of the yellow bit”. Adrian appeared to see this ‘mythical beast’ and one or two others said they could also. I’m still skeptical. Past a few boggy patches, where gaiters are recommended (note to self: don’t listen to others) and a short break at a ‘pile of stones’. Then onward and over the ridge down into Farndale, where although nice green dotty lines appeared on the map, there were no paths to be seen! (no reflection on the navigator 😉


A ‘short-cut’ later and we arrived at the ‘beach’, setting out the bbqs and beginning the games. I was in competition with the female cooks to produce the better burgers and sausages, but no more need be said on the result 😉 As with all clubs there are brave (or stupid) members, two of whom chose to take a quick dip in the North sea- mentalists. The afternoon was spent having fun, playing football, Frisbee, volleyball, gymnastics, burying Adrian and in some cases wrestling?! Now time for the classy Asti to be broken out, spraying over the departing captain with his farewell speech. Time to go, with the tide edging ever further up the beach. Rich decides he’s lost his keys and a Ben Lairig search party is sent out, finishing empty handed. Still, all is fine as Rich discovers he has pockets that he uses!


A lighter trip than by usual standards, but fun had by all with sun, sea and moors!



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