Since my wife is extremely vulnerable, going underground with other people is a risk I can't afford to take until she at least has had both jabs. However, if the person I go underground with is already dead, that does rather mitigate the risk!
Let me explain... Having been put in charge of the ashes of the late Steve Thompson and transferred him to a suitable container (the carton of a good Islay single malt) I spent the summer and autumn taking him round places in the Peak that had been special to him, or where we'd got up to what he habitually described as "mischief". One place we'd looked at in the past was Wardlow Sough, but by the time it was finally re-opened he'd given up going underground. Chris Heathcote had asked me about the miner's initials in the sough, so it seemed right to take Steve underground one last time. Jeez, it's got really claggy underfoot since 2019 - now I understand what Dave Williams said about it being gloopy in there!
We followed up with a quick pint in the Red Lion, as was fitting...