Following a few days walking in the Peak District with some of the club members, Tom Caple was inspired to write this poem
Mam Tor Or Can’t make me blue, John
Sure-footed, you can climb the way
With ease to Mam Tor top: wet day
Or dry, weather doesn't matter
To those whose breath’s held for chatter
As the hill yields to thrusting boot,
Giving up its incline foot by foot.
Not so, for those who lead a life,
Like me, unbalanced – constant strife
‘twixt keeping up and staying up,
Then rolling like some clumsy pup,
As foot and slick stone disagree
And leg gives way to treachery.
So on we trudge through wind and rain;
Then, together now, see pain’s gain,
Freely given by ancient stones,
Ignoring Lear-like weather’s moans,
Now we’ve done our climbing duty,
We can view breathtaking beauty.