We arrive at the squidgy mess that is Black Hill, cratered and pitted by years of
abuse by anyone that comes near it.
You could bomb this place and it would improve. As we watch, it oozes, wobbles
and goes 'GLOOOP!". I pinch myself to make sure I'm not still hallucinating. Dank,
stagnant, pools gaze blankly and silently at the sky. The wind sighs mournfully
and seems to think of suicide. Further away there is a grey something which we
are convinced is a hand sticking out of the Peat. It is twitching slightly.
These days there is a slabbed path....Wusses!!
"we cant go up there !" quavers J "S'not safe!" He is wrong! it is perfectly safe.
We, on the other hand are in deadly danger! I can see a way however... Once
again I am foolhardy. "Follow me... !" I declare and step forward. As usual I sink
rapidly and have to be pulled out again. Once again this reduces everyone to
hysterics, me included.
Once again I am rescued! Twit!
Dunc decides he'd better wait for Clive and we'd see him later.... Fair enough. We
arrive at the ordnance survey point, an island in a quagmire "I can't be arsed to go
up to it" says J "Lets just get out of here! Quite right - we depart in the direction of
away! We head for the A635 dimly visible in the distance.
