There were eleven of us altogether. Let it be said at the start that we were lucky with the weather. Except for a short burst of rain as we came down from the hill it was dry, with even a few moments of sunshine.
We had good extensive views at the top by the hill fort, mysteriously grayed by threatening clouds, and found a spot in the lee of the hill fort ramparts for lunch that gave us shelter from the very fresh breezes. Later we came across a trail of strange white arrows on the ground – they gave my uncertain leadership a boost. Clearly they were providential!
At the conclusion of the walk six of us repaired to the Penscot Inn. The company was at its friendly, cheerful, best.