Tunics - the making of, and the snow walk

Now the uniforms are all coming together nicely we have decided to begin our training walks. The first one was a bit spur of the moment. The snow was coming down and Alan sent an email around. Anyone fancy a snow day tomorrow? It seemed fitting that since the walk idea was originally from the previous snow day, almost exactly a year to the date, that we would treat it as a training walk.

So on a very snowy morning I set off on a round trip of Leeds to pick the guys up. After several slippery encounters with roads between Simons and Alan’s we finally arrived.

We’d headed north to Addingham, where we left the car and wandered up Beamsley Beacon, finding several snow drifts on the way. At the top the snow was thigh high in places and Alan, being the shortest, struggled to keep up with me and Simon. Though he soon found a way to get ahead of us and began crawling along the top of the snow.

After a brisk stop for lunch we descended via our own path, which took in the places where the snow looked the deepest. Then the inevitable happened as I ran ahead and managed to get both legs stuck in a drift up to my waist, losing balance I fell face first into the snow. Holding out my already frozen hands to stop my fall I looked around to see both Alan and Simon in hysterics. After several attempts at getting me up Alan ended up on his back in the drift too. A hour and half later we were in the car on the way to a nice warm pub.

Rob