The Hills Are Alive with the Sound of Mobiles

Trip Start Oct 10, 2008
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Saturday, January 5, 2013

It was a beautiful day - the fourth in a row without rain, which made the prospective trip up the hill that much more appealing. Elaine cried off, having forgotten to get out of bed, but Kevin, Pete and a reckless driver called Chris did make it, though Chris seems unlikely to make it again in the near future, as they are about to confiscate his car, amputate his licence and threaten him with imminent death if he so much as tries to drive a car at 38 in a 30 zone again. I guess they are putting film in the speed cameras again.

David was also there, and he turned on his walk-tracking pedometer to compare it with the run-tracker on my phone. They both use GPS, though mine is infinitely more irritating, not only because it uses up all the batteries, but because it announces in a loud voice every five minutes the distance and lack of average speed you are achieving.

Given that the Malverns walk is designed to be a social event for all abilities, the average speed was about half that of dragging my four kids reluctantly up a precipitous mountain, whilst their shoes are glued to the floor by mud and chewing-gum. Mensans talk instead of walking, especially Pete, who is particularly good at it. To be fair, that's the point of the walk and I wouldn't have it any other way.

The quarry was underwater, as was to be expected after the phenomenal rainfall we've been having, and it was windy at the top. I managed the annual standing on the toposcope to mark a further year of summits, then it was back down to the virtually empty pub for Thai rice and overpriced fizzy drinks.
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