Our first joint walk with the Warwickshire gang (AKA the Bear Walking Group), started in a car park, in a wood, where the sudden rustle of brown and gold leaves drifting through the haze declared that summer was packing up all that nonsense and jolly well handing over to autumn, thank you very much. The sky stayed grey all the way through, and this canalside snap of the entourage enjoying elevenses was taken during the brightest part of the day, but the rain held off, we had a good banter comparing notes about the joys of organising a hectic walks programme, enjoyed a pub with three real ales and perry (perry!!!) half-way, and even squeezed in a cream tea on the way home... oh, and the route was a nice little wander, too!
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