For the first time in ages, I enjoyed a Gentlemen’s weekend away with a group of ten extremely personable and fascinating people. Dippy, an old school friend and an extended network of his friends do this type of thing once or twice per year; it’s a chance to chat, play gentle sport, stroll, eat, watch films, drink, and eat again, in an informal and matey atmosphere. Sort of like a polite stag do for the middle aged.
On top of that, and a lovely innovative touch suggested by mummy of the group, David Bramwell, we all (or most) gave short talks / presentations / led activities, ranging from Chris’s country walk with his guide to identifying native trees, to Pete‘s demonstration of a styptic pencil. Dave B’s Damanhur talk was possibly the one that sticks with me, in that it was a subject I knew absolutely nothing about before.
I also learned at the tender age of 38 to play poker, which now feels like a bit of a life skill and I can’t wait to play again.
I managed to come out of the weekend calorie-neutral by riding to the Manchester train and riding some 62 miles on the Sunday in what clearly felt like spring (even with a mild hangover).
Google Earth file of the walk here from the wonderful Garmin 305 (or see the Google Map below)
Google Earth file of the slightly uninspiring A-Road ride up to Birmingham New Street on Sunday.
Images here (I only had my phone camera – wish I’d taken the proper one as the weather and settings deserved better)