A walking club with a difference...

[SteelPoint]

A sexually-frustrated, middle-aged wife is persuaded by her cannily observant friend to do like her and join the local 'Ramblers'.

'A lovely hobby which will get you out of the house.'

'Come with our group on one of our summer evening rambles. why don't you? - you can forget all about hubby and kids for a few hours.'

'Get some fresh air inside your lungs.'

'No special equipment needed.'

etc., etc...

Oh yes, the walk was wonderful... full of the advertised benefits. She's noticed how there seems to be even numbers of men and women... mostly of her approx. age. And now, the group has returned to its starting point - what seems to be an old, locked up, house-sized foresters' shed in the centre of a small wood. Windows with covers over. Fairly remote...

... and the group leader is producing a key for the padlock on the door...

 

[Magineer]

Rooted in credibility/reality which is great - but tends not to go down too well here as it's too much like hard work.

Very interesting. Have PM'd you.

 

[Hypoxia]

I met my long-time partner at a Sierra Club 'Singles' hike in the Santa Cruz CA hills. I wrote an episode of Left Behind with similar hikes a couple hundred kilometers north amid more hills and redwoods. In fact and fiction, each hike is followed by rounds of beers and pizzas at local hangouts, after which those 'single' for the day or weekend pair-up and wander off. Some couples might have lost themselves in the underbrush until the group returned, too. Watch for those packing blankets on day hikes.

 

[SteelPoint]

I met my long-time partner at a Sierra Club 'Singles' hike in the Santa Cruz CA hills. I wrote an episode of Left Behind with similar hikes a couple hundred kilometers north amid more hills and redwoods. In fact and fiction, each hike is followed by rounds of beers and pizzas at local hangouts, after which those 'single' for the day or weekend pair-up and wander off. Some couples might have lost themselves in the underbrush until the group returned, too. Watch for those packing blankets on day hikes.

Interesting. A 'singles hiking club'. It shows how reality can sometimes be on the verge of 'surreality', with no need whatsoever to be inventing elves, alien tentacles, platform 9.75, or any similar such trash.

I and people like me have a need for persuasion that 'x' could be happening so, generally speaking, I crave everyday settings and believable characters who will help the reader accept at least the start to the tale.

My story, as outlined in its preamble, will take off into far-fetchedness once the 'ramblers group' gets past that padlock but then and only then... once, in other words, that setting has been established and the reader has been drawn in.

 

[sirhugs]

A club is a very caveman way to meet a mate.


I'll show myself the door...

 

[Hypoxia]

A club is a very caveman way to meet a mate.

Clubs and spades are cheaper than diamonds and fairly effective at extracting hearts but it gets messy. Give that caveman a Tarot deck (but not the Thoth edition) and a pack of French ticklers. Or teach him to make chocolate candy.

I'll show myself to the door...

Suppose the door doesn't wish to see you? Don't go pervy, there.

If a jock gets athlete's foot and an astronaut gets missile toe, does an hiking society member get club feet?