It’s a very scary thing to mix one’s friendship groups but I gambled, inviting various friends to the marvellous cottage of Backdane. It’s a place I’ve been to four times before for the winter solstice with my hippy friends in a completely isolated spot over a mile from the nearest village and about ten miles from Leek, the nearest town. This time a couple of my hippies came, five friends from Warwick, one of Wins’ friends, and a couple of Caroline’s climbing people. We spent the evenings eating, drinking, playing guitar, building fires and generally having fun, while in the day we went ‘swimming’ in the river and walked to Ludd’s church, where we climbed over lots of rocks and Caroline took us for a squeeze through a hole in one of the rocks that she found half way up the side of the chasm.
Anyway, to those of you that came, thankyou for a fantastic time and for getting on with each other so well, and for those of you that didn’t you’re very silly and should think again about being busy next time we’re having an adventure. Our entry in the guestbook reads as follows,
Oh Kempez man he was insane,
He said “why don’t we go to Backdane?”,
We had lots of fun,
And we drank lots of rum,
And we’re sure to come visit again.