Nigh on two dozen of ‘em.
Gaiters on. Maps in hand. Poles on bags.

Bantering.
Taking the piss.
None under 60. Silver hair and shiny eyes.

Waiting for the train to go down the valley.

‘As many Wednesdays as we can you know, but it gets hard sometimes to get these buggers together
Bit of a walk.
See how it goes.
His knees. His back. Me piles.
Laughter. Banter. Piss taking.
‘appen a few ales ont’ way back.
Anyhow that’s us train … come on yous buggers … …

and off they went ..

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