The Fisher King
Trip Start Oct 10, 2008
71Trip End Ongoing
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While we were waiting, we watched a feisty squirrel chasing a crow around. Pete regailed us with tales of his friend's pet squirrel, Bogbrush. This semi-housetrained rodent used to play the piano badly and sleep in Pete's friend's bed. It also, apparently, ate all the nuts out of Pete's nutty chocolate bar, which is only to be expected, really. Pete should have known better than to tempt it.
Meanwhile, Pal was watching the feisty local squirrel and drooling. He was actually shaking with repressed desire to bound across the few yards separating him from a squirrel snack
The water in the quarry was quite low, revealing a certain amount of duckweed and litter. I pulled a kid's fleece out of the water and hung it on a tree to drip dry. I doubt if the owner is planning to come back for it.
The golden leaves from the surrounding silver birch trees brightened the scene of the dark water. It was very peaceful. There was a sudden flash of blue over the far side. Then again, the same flash. Skimming over the water in a gentle arc, was a kingfisher. It was irridescent against the dark greenish water. There were oohs and aahs from us.
Pete took Jenny and Kevin up the kamikaze route. Malcolm and I walked more sedately along the path and met up with the others on the ridge. The wind had picked up enough that I needed to put my windproof jacket on. It was still amazing weather for November.
One more summit photo, and we headed back down. Malcolm and Jenny took a longer walk and headed towards North Hill. I left Pete and Kevin at the pub. By all accounts the 'grabby man' was going to be there (see The Finishing Touch) and I really didn't want to have to deal with him again!