- Notice I am wearing my Boston Red Sox T-shirt that was most generously sent me by Dan Leone, a god among men. He informs me that they were the winners of the 2007 World Series. It’s strange, but I don’t recall the United Kingdom having an entry in this international tournament. Perhaps we were knocked out in the early stages; we usually are.
I have yet to build up the courage to inform Dan that his team have made an error in the printing of all their merchandise. You would have thought that someone would have noticed they misspelt “socks” by now. - I was initially concerned that Amy’s reluctance to walk at anything faster than 0.1mph would hold back the hike. However I needn’t have worried as it appears Paul travels at a net speed of 0.09mph due to feeling compelled to stop every three meters to photograph pieces of wood.
- Oli brought his walking stick with him, and I was rather surprised that it did not appear to make him look like a prat. I am increasingly tempted to apologize to Greg so he’ll send me that customized, collapsible, titanium trekking pole with a ruby eyed Bucky the Marmoset head on it that he got me for Christmas.
- This was the first official outing of the walkie-talkies I bought in November. We gained much enjoyment messing around with them, although mine didn’t seem to work properly and the others deliberately changed frequency of theirs without telling me. The bastards.
- Dave chose to prove his manliness to us by forgoing the offer of a lift to the starting point and walking four and a half miles from his home before we even began. He was pretty quick to accept a lift back though so it appears his testosterone only holds out for about eight miles. I’m pretty sure his voice was getting higher towards the end too.
Cross posted at The Dales Walk blog
That seems like an awful lot of walking - even with a lift to the starting point. I would have been inclined to mimic the little one and ask for a ride along the hike.
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No wonder they changed the frequencies on you. I can clearly see that Oli is trying to contact you and you’re just ignoring him.
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Bloody typical, You always take Oli’s side Jeff. Here I am, typing my fingers to the bone trying to keep this blog nice for you, and what do you do? You come along, usually at some godforsaken time in the morning, and don’t back me up in the slightest.
Men! Pah!
I’m wondering about the walkie talkies. Seems to me that with the tight grouping in the picture a string and a couple of tin cans might have worked just as well. Or you could just turn around and speak in a normal tone of voice. But pictures can sometimes play tricks with depth perception.
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When he family went out for the New Year’s walk I was in bed releasing alcohol back into the world. My walking boots are crying in the corner.
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is that a ‘Nordic walking’ stick….
my parents tend to drag them along on almost every walk they make..
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It’s a walkie-talkie! I just thought Oli was picking his nose.
You and that Red Sox shirt over there would be something like me wearing a cricket shirt here, right?
Except I don’t know a single cricket team.
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That’s a great photo. That’s very sweet that you pretended a walking stick doesn’t make one look like a prat. You are a good friend.
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I’m not sure if the walking stick is Nordic or not to be honest. It’s spring loaded, and didn’t help me one bit along the fairly flat canalside…
I thought that I’d been snapped picking my nose, but I’m glad to see that I was using the walkie talkie, and as was rightly pointed out, Dan was ignoring me.
To be fair to him though, his kept distorting both the sending and receiving of pointless messages, and we found it was a lot easier just to talk/shout to each other. Then the batteries went dead.
And Whit - shush!
Walking? What are you doing?! Don’t you know they’ve invented cars for this sort of thing? Man, you Brits have been around a lot longer than we have, but… oh, wait. I’m sorry. I’m living in L.A.
Nobody. Walks. In. L.A. They look at you funny if you do…
I looked at this photo for quite a while til I remembered what it reminded me of - the scene in Reservoir Dogs where all the various coloured misters were walking down the road……though of course in the film they are a)nattily dressed b)without children and c)on their way to commit a crime, so quite why I’m reminded of it I’m not sure but I am.
The Dogs shot is a common problem when taking photos of men walking. Especially at weddings when they’re all in suits too.