What a difference the summer makes. The route today, much of it noted for being a quagmire in the winter, was bone dry in comparison. Mud was not a problem and nor, I’m glad to say, were horseflies. Bracken had obscured one path so, armed with shears, the leader and a friend had nobly cleared it one evening. Several stiles were rickety but we finished the walk without mishap and then tucked in to a cream tea provided by the leader.