What's in a name?

So, where was I? Oh yes... 'Twirlies on Tour'. Catchy name huh? Well WE thought so...

'You might want to rethink that one...' read the email from a mountain rescue colleague, followed by a helpful link. Hmm... a rapid Google and it seems we have a choice.

Either we're 'young, cute, sexy female dancers, generally of theatrical background'... or, at the other end of the scale, there's the pensioner option – 'you know, the ones who stand at bus stops with their free passes and ask if they are ‘too early’ because it is not yet 9.30am'...

Neither, I hasten to add, applies, so why Twirlies? Well it's all thanks to a certain team member (who shall, for the purposes of this blog, remain nameless) who expressed some surprise when confronted with an almost entirely female rescue party, shortly after falling over in a fell race, injuring himself quite badly. I believe he remarked that the number of 'twirlies' in this particular team appeared to be higher than in Rossendale. Which didn't go down too well. His use of the word 'twirlies' that is. And given his injuries, he might have chosen wiser words.

And then the story got bandied about a bit, not least of all by Gail and me as we wandered the hills of Lancashire, catching up on the goss and plotting our Coast to Coast adventure. Then a light bulb moment: 'Twirlies on tour! That's it! That's what we'll call it..' and, you've got to admit, it does have a certain alliterative ring to it...

And strictly no bus passes or ballet shoes allowed. Honest.