...and in the Darkness, lose them.

E had booked a walk on the Dark Side of the hills via the Malvern Walking Festival.  We duly turned up at the meeting point described in the leaflet, but no-one else did.  

Puzzled we summoned enough signal from the aether to look at the web page only to discover that the walk now started 3 miles away and was running in the opposite direction to the description in the book; and started half an hour ago.

'Miffed' would underdescribe E's reaction but we went over to the new starting point and picked a walk for ourselves.  However, as we'd not brought a map (not expecting to need one) we were rather limited in range.

Eventually we discovered that two nearly identically-described walks existed, both on Saturday, ... but different Saturdays.