A milestone in our club's history was passed as Pride month ended and several dozen members members came back to earth – and a pint - from the summit of London's Primrose Hill.

What we were doing there? Nothing more than creating history! Following the tentative steps of those first 1974 walkers, we left, as they did, that bar in Great Windmill Street, following a rainy Old Compton Street to All Souls Church and the BBC. Here security guards waved us on to George Orwell's statue and inscription: ‘If liberty means anything at all it means the right to tell people what they do not want to hear.’

Even the weather was suitably impressed; sunshine pouring out as neoclassical Regents Park came in sight for our ritualised informal picnic, held amongst the flowerbeds. Post-Pride placard held aloft, a whistle blew and yes – our ever-bashful Chair led us, past the Zoo and Canal, up Primrose Hill's treacherous South Face. An ascent marked by photographers Bill F and David M vying for the perfect pose had its reward - distant skyscrapers by the bucketful. Surely a sight alien to those who began our journey fifty years ago...

A sign of our dedication—and thirst—came as most of those in attendance couldn't stop walking, eventually finding a beer garden and shade via Martin G`s inside information.

So much else in our community would today be unrecognisable by our founders. We look back at their achievements, and we thank them all!