McArthurs Ridge

All groups headed north towards the stone sheep yards, with the W3s chasing them along, with Lloyd the huntaway barking away at the rear of the field. Hope the cough gets better Lloyd. No one seemed to be interested in hanging around too long and were soon on the return path. Although the navigation skills of the front walkers did appear slightly off, as they were forced to backtrack along one fence line to find the gate.

For those of you who thought it was slightly harder going to the sheep-yards than the return were correct, an altitude climb of about 120 metres according to John’s GPS.  All groups appeared to be back well in time for a cuppa, except for the W3s who only appeared at 3:30pm. Although I suspect they were sitting In front of John McArthur’s fire sipping a whiskey to keep warm  myself.