Walking Sticks

I'm not talking about the stick you see old men using to keep their balance and walk from A to B and point at things with, no, I'm talking about real ramblers walking sticks, those things that look like ski poles, but for walkers! Rambling is basically the equvallent of walking across your garden but on a grand scale, your garden becomes the country side, but all in all, it's just walking on grass, this is the bit that riles me, these rambling types, (grey hair, weird beards, stupid dress sense and a flask of weak coffee - and that's just the women!), they all have these bloody walking sticks, I've seen them (some even have two), they drive to their start point, walk around the car put their bum bags on and set off along the tarmac, unaided, perfectly able to put one foot in front of the other, but as soon as they put one foot onto grass, out comes the stick, and some have a clever stick that is like a transformer and folds into the size of an atom, no, as soon as they hit grass, they feel the need for a stick, and I would like to know why because it's not that hard to walk on grass and it doesn't hurt as much as tarmac does if you happen to fall over. I'm not going to talk to one of these rambling types any time soon, they hang around in their own little groups, presumably because these rambling types are mind control experts, those who talk to them and don't die of bordom are whisked away to a secret location (Thirsk), taught how to talk like Mr Bean and given a kagool and a stick and sent out into the wild, god help us, they are like rats, you are never more than 10 feet away from someone who thinks it's a good idea on a rainy day to walk up a grassy knoll!