JonRoger searches the memory banks of his time.
"I certainly do not remember as though it were yesterday (probably about right in my case; anyway what can an aging rocker remember about anything, right?). It was at an unheard of crag called Pontesford Rocks which is, I think, in Shropshire. Don’t ask me what we were doing there? The rock climbers had an arrangement with the walkers – the walkers could go where they pleased, so long as it had a rock or two, and the walkers paid for the bus. It seemed like a good arrangement to me."
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