Musings From The Padded Cell

A Pint Of Lemonade And A Bus Timetable Please.

Walking is man’s best medicine. Hippocrates I woke to a beautiful Spring morning last Saturday. The sun was shining and birds were tweeting in the remaining available trees on my street. It was time again to make our annual pilgrimage to Grassington from the start of the Dalesway in Posh Bradford; we were Ilkley bound.

Wake Me Up Before You Go Go.

The festive season had started with a funeral. As we listened to a life rich and full – recalled eloquently by his two sons – a passion for sport and all it brings shone clearly through.

Bonus Issue – The Doghouse.

“Evidently, it’s not fair to leave Carol at home all day with the dog?” John Martin Molynuex – February 2016. With this pensive and sombre email came staggering news that our founder and spiritual seeker of ale would not be joining us on our latest walk. It was like contemplating going to the moon minus […]

Pass The Sudocrem.

“It took me fifteen years to discover I had no talent for writing, but I couldn’t give it up because by that time I was too famous.” Robert Benchley.

The River.

As sure as the seasons change, there will hopefully always be our festive winter walk to look forward to. A record fourteen brave souls had signed up for the annual ale expedition…but things would not go to plan.

No Country For Old Men

The fourth annual Christmas hike had had a gloomy run up to our gathering in search of beer and bonhomie. Indeed, several Sunday nights at The Scruffy with Patch had been full of rather foreboding tales of impending tragedy. We’re we really all “dooooooomed” as the little tubby balding one was predicting?

Big Al Walks Again

Dark clouds hovered over the grey drabness of Shipley station as ten not so wise men amassed to begin the annual pilgrimage to Appletreewick in search of fine ales, hearty conversation and sumptuous food. Another day on the piss…what festive joy…oh come all ye faithful!

Six Go to Appletreewick

I woke to a cold, dark and wet Saturday morning with a head far too fuzzy after a later than intended stay on my stool at The Scruffy. It was time again to pull on the shorts and walking boots for the annual winter trek from Ilkley to Appletreewick. Unable as we had been, to […]

Winter Wonderland

Walking in a Winter Wonderland Every year a few of us make a pilgrimage following the River Wharfe from the start of the Dalesway route in Ilkley to our eventual destination up stream. There is no science in that this is governed by the desire to consume as much ale as possible before we are […]