2022 begins with a new Blog

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 Here it is - the New 2022 not much improved, Blog.  Note the address in your favourites and you will be able to refer to it at will.

 The group is evolving yet again, like a Phoenix emerging from the Ashes, or like Morning, flinging a stone that puts the Stars to flight.! We now have the WADS as a subsection aiding morale and participating in the distribution of largesse from the Gardens. Masked or Unmasked we shall head onwards and hopefully not too steeply upwards.

   We now have two lists - the Active List for those who want to actively participate either in walking or banter, and the main WAGS list for those that are enthusiastic about reading blogs and attending major dinners, and who still want to be part of the group but are less able to participate, Leaders are few, Rod John and Terry appear to be the principle choices, at least while I am temporarily seconded to the WADS , Antje, Yves, and Ingrid also lead, and Myriam when suitably briefed and with the sea on the required side of the route. However everyone has at least one walk in them, and I hope to see all members of the Active List lead at least once during the season. Volunteers pick your date

   We have two 2 1/2 Blog Authors and hope to have some trainee bloggers flexing their typing digit. Again, volunteer please.

   Haven't 2020 and 2021 been Very Strange Years. I was searching for a witty parody of this song by the inimitable Frank Sinatra:-



but alas it seems no one has written anything so I will have to settle on these dated parody words to the song. Any budding songsmiths in the group, please try and be more relevant.

When I was 17
I drank a very good beer
It was a premium light, a simple brew of barley and hops
We'd hide from the cops, we had to stay unseen
When I was 17

When I was 21
I drank a very good beer
And another one, then another one, until they were gone
From dusk until dawn, we thought it was fun
When I was 21

When I was 35
I drank a very good beer
It was an imported brew for those select few of independent means
We'd eat fine cuisine, we felt so alive
When I was 35

But now I'm older still
And I no longer count the years
I've seen Vietnam, men on the moon, and presidents shot
But no matter what, through tears and through cheers
There has always been the beer.

You know the tune, now sing the words!

 Enough and over to John (probably) for a riveting account of the first walk of 2022.    

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