Cary wrote--
Mark eschews GPS and compass, and casually marched us off into the woods, up hill & down dale, pointing at the map at various points when we asked where we were. According to the export testimony of a local, as we marched up toward his house, people didn't have a right to wander anywhere they bloody well liked & Mark was hopeless at reading a map. But the air was clear, the sun shone, the meadows colourful with spring flowers & we all got back to the starting point which, after all, is all you want really. A great 14 miler, but very probably a bit more, Mark couldn't be sure.
