On Friday afternoons Robbie would go out to the edge of the Peak District

in their decrepit old Ford van and search for snow atches through binoculars

Word of the latest prospects would then get around, and Plum's disciples

would gather as directed for the week-end. 

They had a wonderful time together and seemed to share their week-ends

between the Karabiner MC and the Barnsley MC, they were members of both clubs. 

It would be difficult to find anyone on the hills in those post-war years

who did not know Plum and Robbie.

They were very proud of their new dwelling, and Plum painted a panorama

of mountains all around the main room above the picture rail.

Plum wearing his brand new boots. Standing up to his knees in a 

Peak District river. Calls to Robbie, 'We must send these boots back - they leak.'