The Stuff of Legends
By Colin Maddison
(Translated from the book of Hut)
It was a dark and stormy night, the rain had lashed the windows and rattled the slates (not the new ones of course, just the old loose ones around the back and down the other end.) The morning was little better but a route was choosen. Lockwoods Chimney -a route of evil repute, the name of which is enough to strike terror into the hearts of men..........well Dave anyway!
On days such as these legends are born and today was no exception. In years to come K.M.C. members will talk in hushed voices of Brave Sir Dave (of Whittingham) who when danger reared its ugly head, turned and fled. Of brave Sir Duncan (of Lee) and Sir Dave (of Garland) who huddled together in the darkest most part of the chasm (very hushed voices would be best here.) Of brave Lord Dave (of Shotton) who........er......was there as well. And finally of brave Sir Colin who was subsequently most foully and cruelly murdered by the others. C.M.
Editors note: some contemporary historians disagree with the above account suggesting that Brave Sir Dave did not flee but simply made a tactical withdrawal. There is little evidence to support this theory.
