When I was told that Mildred had died I was shocked. She was one of those who helped me on my first challenge in 1988, and we had kept occasionally in touch. When we last met she was giving a slideshow about a visit to Hudson Bay. I remember her grousing about heather-bashing and I have a picture of her precariously balancing on a rock in the middle of a stream. And of course there was "the night she slept with the vicar".

David 1/2 twintower