9am this morning saw me with the club at Tonge Moor tramcar terminus. At 9.30, about 12 of us started towards Harwood, but turned uphill opposite Bradshaw Church. A hard grind of two miles followed, to the White Bull, a sharp drop, then up again, with Turton on our left in the valley. The climb continued for some miles, past Edgeworth Homes, the ‘Dog and Grouse’ and down again. Then more up over Edgeworth Moors. It was now 11 am, and as yet we had only covered, direct, seven miles. One of our party, Wilf, who is not afraid of speaking out, grew rebellious, and I became infected. We could see that our rate of progress was out of all proportion to the distance to the lunch place, and I was already hungry. Three almost new members had got well behind, so gradually, whilst climbing a stiff hill, they fell to the rear. On the summit of the moors we waited 15 minutes for the new members, and then the five of us carried on together, pottering.
We were surprised when, two miles later, we saw the club waiting. The leader came to meet us, and though he was rather wild over the delay, he saw that we were also ready for an outburst, and I must give him his due, he showed remarkable tact. From this point there was an excellent view of the wild moorlands across the Ribble, and all he said was “See Ingleborough?” The table mountain near Ingleton was very clear, and with this subject, he entirely disarmed us, and quelled our rebellion. We now joined a stony, bumpy, ‘rat hole’, which eventually brought us to Oswaldtwistle. The newcomers were again behind, and when the chain jumped on one machine, the club were lost sight of once more. I stayed with them, and the four of us broke into open mutiny. About two miles further on, the leader, who was waiting, asked us, in other words, “What game?” When he knew the facts, he asked me to take them for a shorter run, and I willingly consented, and so, rid of a drag, the club soon left us far behind. Descending to Whalley, one of our party broke his chain, and, after some searching, we got a mechanic to knock the rivet out. Came a stiff climb up Whalley ‘Nab’, from where are fine views of this historical district, and lunch at a farm. After lunch, we found the chain too small now! We spent some time messing about, but as luck would have it, three of the club came in, and the ‘Missing Link’ was found. A new route took us to Mellor Brook for tea, then via Cherry Tree, the hilly, moorland road to Tockholes (more fine views), and Belmont, where rain accompanied us home. 60 miles
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