February, well over twenty five years ago; I found myself the reluctant organiser of a walking party at one of their annual meets. I was standing in for my father so these people were, at best, acquaintances and many of them were bordering on being total strangers. They were a mixed group ranging from fit young mountaineers through to venerable fell walkers who were nearing the end of their fell walking days.
The usual plan was to have two routes to suit the weather and the fitness of the walkers.