each other's hands and feet, tightly frozen in a thick matting of snow, and the bright colour of our waterproofs weaving their way up impossible paths. We rested for lunch, but it was clear that with or without food a completely new route would have to be found. Both flesh and spirit were by now rather unwilling, so we turned for home—defeated, but at least fit to fight another day! D.R.D.C. UPPER TEESDALE It was not a nice day! Starting near Dufton with the mist at our boot tops we followed the Pennine Way to the crags of High Cap Nick. Following the now customary communal cup of coffee, we venture deeper into the cloud and bog following the course of Maize Beck. The day had been punctuated by explosive bangs which were by this time becoming rather too frequent and close for comfort. The source of these was a military range which was considerably closer than the map seemed to suggest. After following what could only be described as a rather circular and very wet route, we eventually descended beneath the clouds, which had to that time been our constant companions, and found ourselves heading for Murton, not far (well not very far) short of the bus. We passed some disused mines which were investigated inquisitively albeit briefly. On crossing a bridge along the road, Mr. Du Croz introduced us to "Pooh-sticks" (the rules can be found in "Winnie-the-Pooh", A. A. Milne) Unfortunately Mr. Hamilton's stick sank! I think we enjoyed the day, but it would not go down as one of the best. D.H.H.
WALKING CLUB A wide variety of walks have been possible due to the fine weather early on in the year; this makes walking so pleasant and bracing. A walk along the edge of Sutton Bank in the warm weather of late May proved popular with the members of the Club, whose opinions of the walks are always readily available. We walked to the Kilburn White Horse past the gliding station where we were able to see gliding in progress. In February we took a path from Thixendale across the Wolds to Wharram le Street passing through the site of the mediaeval village of Wharram Percy. The church, in a rather decayed state, is all that remains of the village buildings, but the East Riding C.C. masons were making repairs to the walls and roof of the church to help preserve it. Early in the Summer Term we had a most exhilarating walk in blazing sunshine and clear skies on the moors near Saltersgate. We walked down through, and returned on, a track above the Hole of Horcum. As the A level exams approached the frequency of walks decreased allowing time for mental exercise. N.D. 61
