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May 2005 Meet Reports
Feb 13th/18th - Torridon Meet - Andrew Croughton
Day 1 - Arriving and passing
Due to the foul weather conditions and the distances involved to get
to the Ling hut most people had decided to forego the day on the hill
on Sunday in order to get to the hut early and settle in.
All arrived without difficulty except Trish who decided to take a
more scenic approach to the hut by driving straight past the parking
area admiring the clag covered hills of Torridon despite the best
efforts of the three people in the car park at the time shouting and
waving to her that she had past the car park entrance.
The hut is situated across from the parking area 10 minutes walk
around a small lochen, a fact that several members of the party had
over looked when food shopping, bringing far too many luxury items
and tinned food stuff.
Sean for one spent a good hour reorganising his car boot, including
driving 4 miles down the road to Torridon itself to find shelter from
the wind, in order to be able to carry out this task and thus be able
to carry the supply of food that was strewn about his boot in carrier
bags or loose on the floor in a single trip.
After navigating ourselves around the lochen and into the hut itself,
where the previous weekends group were just about ready to leave, we
were greeted by an excellent accommodation swelteringly hot due to
the number of gas burning lamps and splendid gas fire in the
lounge/dining area.
Unfortunately there was no shower and only a hand water pump, that
took forever to pump in enough water just to flush the toilet.
However having arrived in Torridon the night before, and spending the
night being buffeted by gale force winds whilst in the Torridon
campsite, we had discovered that not only was camping there free for
the winter months, but that free hot showers were available in the
toilet blocks, information that would be used to great advantage
throughout the week.
Day 2
Decidedly undecided as to what to do as the weather had still not
improved greatly we decided to follow Sean's lead in driving
around to the North-west side of Glen Carron and head up to Maol
Chean Dearg 933m one of the Munro's on Sean tick list. The hill can
be seen from the glen near the Coulags were we would start the ascent
from.
We set of in conditions that by now had started to improve very
slightly (Hoping that the snow on the summit was not too hard pact as
my crampons were back at the ling hut)
Following the east shore line of the Fionn-abhainn we passed the
Coulags cottage. A splendid bothy (corrie Fionaraich) which had pine
clad walls and a real fire in both downstairs rooms, three dormitory
style rooms upstairs, one of which was definitely intended for solo
travellers as it was tucked away under the roof space above the
stairs and only had room for one person or two very close friends.
We had a leisurely lunch break at this point, Sean reclining in his
chair, before Roger & Cath decided it was time to get moving and shot
off into the distance leaving the rest of us behind trying to catch
them up.
On reaching the snow line I was glad to find the snow was in
excellent condition, nice and soft underfoot and not too deep,
although it did get quite a bit steeper towards the first summit at
Bealach á Choire ghuirb, which made a very interesting ascent
especially as the first patch of blue sky suddenly appeared and
disappeared just as fast as we made our way to the top.
After reaching the top in the clag we enjoyed a brief dram of whisky
at the summit cairn, whilst some debated the wearing of crampons for
the descent, we retraced our route back to the cars.
A great day on the hill considering the prospects the morning had
shown. After separating at the cars the more organised members of the group
headed back to the hut, via the free showers at the campsite, to cook
their individual dinners. Brian and myself took a slight detour eating in
the Kinlochewe Hotel so that Brian could phone home, the four pints of
Tenents ember were just to while away the time waiting for the right time to
make the call, and to ensure that the most up to date weather forecast for the
next day would be posted outside the B&B on the way back to the hut.
On returning to the hut we discovered that the trip to the shower
block had not been totally uneventful.
Firstly Cath could not get her car started and then whilst at the
shower block the mountain rescue had to be called out to retrieve
Trish and her van from the mud that she had parked in.
Fortunately the mountain rescue Land Rover is only parked 20 yards
away at the Youth Hostel and Cath's car had just got a little bit
damp, a good spray of WD40 on the HT leads and a set of jump leads
soon got her on her way again.
Day 3
As promised by the previous night's weather forecast the
night skies had cleared giving a cold clear star filled night and
frost and ice lay on the ground the following morning.
Actually the morning dawned much better than expected with bellow
freezing temperatures and we were all keen to make the most of it and
headed out towards the triple buttresses of Beinn Eighe via Sail Mhor
and Ruadh-stac Mor.
This route leads us from the hut back to the cars and along the path
beside the car park up the Allt Coire an Anmoich underneath the crags
of Stuc a Choire Dhuibh Bhig and on into the valley beyond via the
Coire Dubh Mor.
As the valley widens in the middle you are met by magnificent views
of Carn Na Feola, Spidean a Choire Leith, Mullach an Rathain, Meall
Dearg and the northern pinnacles that line the summit ridges west of
Liathac, before heading North and then East to circumnavigate Sail
Mhor via a path marked by a cairn.
Unfortunately the snow overnight had made finding the path and cairn
extremely difficult and several routes were eventually taken before
finally joining the intended path.
On reaching Loch Coire Mhic Fhearchair via a splendid path by the
waterfalls we were once again met by magnificent views of the
surrounding hills and the triple buttress.
From this vantage point we could clearly see the summit ridge of
Ruadh Stac Mor and several steep snow filled gullies leading up to
the crest of the ridge. Also in the distance the distinctive form of
Slioch and the Cuillin Ridges on Skye could clearly be seen.
After a short lunch break we skirted around the loch anticlockwise
before taking to one of the snow laden gullies which lead us more or
less vertically up to the ridge just bellow the summit of Ruadh Stac
Mor (1010m) and even more spectacular views of the surrounding
panoramas.
From the summit the route leads back along the ridge across the
sandstone Bealach and up an interesting little scramble to Coinneach
Mhor then descends southeast to another bealach before climbing
eastwards to the trig point below Spidean Coire nan Clach.
The true summit is a short climb to the northeast from which Roger
had already returned before the rest of the group had reached the
trig point.
The final descent of the day lead us south over switchbacks before a
steep snow gully allowed us to descend very rapidly into Allt Coire
an laoigh to pick up a good path back to the road and the short walk
back along the road to the ling hut and the warming gas fire.
This was by far one of the finest winter hill days I have had in
Scotland for a long time, the weather condition could not have been
better and the visibility and views beyond compare, just shows that
it is always worth the effort to travel to these places for longer
than a single weekend in order to catch the best condition especially
during the winter.
Day 4 - Rest day
After yesterday's exertions and the return of the wet
weather we enjoyed a lazy start to the day with breakfast at the hut
before heading up the coast to Gairloch in order for some of us to
stock up on provisions.
On arrival the weather was wet but Cath's eye's had a certain glint
in them as she spotted several seafood restaurants and the only
response she could muster was smoked herring. (Trish referred to this
look as roll mop herring eyes).
Brian and I stocked up on evening meals for the next couple of nights
and were then lead into the nearby Heritage Museum Seafood Restaurant.
Roger and Sean once again had already beaten us to the top having
already found a table by the fire and ordered their food.
Cath settled for a smoked Mackerel salad and whilst various other
meals were ordered Roger hungrily sought any spare scraps of food he
could find to replenish his energy supply, depleted by the previous
two days on the hill running ahead of everybody like a puppy dog
excited about being let of his lead in the park.
After we had feasted Cath, Trish and I decided that despite the
inclement weather we would take a walk along the beach to stretch our
legs.
Brian Sean and Roger retreated to the cars with newspapers.
After twenty minutes or so the sun finally made an appearance
revealing crystal clear waters and a very faint outline of Skye
appeared briefly on the horizon.
Heading back to the car park we found the cars deserted, not knowing
were the others had gone we left a note on Sean's windscreen saying
we would be back in ten minutes and headed up the road to Gairloch
harbour and the chemist so that Cath could purchase some new contact
lens solution, before it closed.
When we returned Sean was busily rearranging the back of his car once
again in order to fit Brian in thinking that we had gone off
abandoning him.
They had not spotted the note on the windscreen and when it was
suggested that "Andrew wouldn't just go off and leave you would he
Brian"
Brian's response came back without hesitation:
"He's got all the food the whisky wine and keys for the hut in his
possession of course he would."
On the way back to the Ling Hut we stopped off at the Moru mountain
sports shop at Kinlochewe run by a very friendly local in order to
check on the weather forecast.
We were greeted with a smile and a brief history of an old lady in
the village eighty two years of age who had not known the weather in
the area ever to be as variable as it was at the moment, apparently
winters just aren't what they used to be.
We were also let in on the secret of the BBBC (British Brown Bear
Commission).
On the wall of the shop was a very convincing poster alerting all
visitors that the BBBC had released a small number of brown bears
into the wild and that if spotted their whereabouts were to be
relayed to the BBBC via the local Youth Hostels and hotels in order
that their movements could be monitored and food left out for them.
Apparently this was a rumour started by our friendly shop owner
himself in order to sell 200m of 2mm cord he had mistakenly ordered
rather than the intended 20m he had intended to order.
At the same time as the posters had been spread out around the area
and fliers placed in all the hostels and hotels, back at the mountain
sports shop was a nice little display of 2mm cord being advertised as
bear hanging cord, for food sacks, in order for the food to be hung
out of reach of the bears.
The sales of the cord shot up and amazingly several bear sightings
were reported to the police who spent several months investigating
the mysterious sightings which also made the papers and local news.
Day 5
Another uninspiring start to the day but the enthusiasm of it
being the final day at the hut lead to a surprising eagerness to
venture out on to the hills.
Two routes were planned for the day.
Roger Sean and Brian decided to head back along the Coire Dubh Mor
track between Beinn Eighe and Liathac in order to attempt a route up
one of the snow gullies onto the ridge of the northern pinnacles.
Trish Cath and I decided that we would head back to Kinlochewe and
Incheril to climb Slioch (the spear)
From the car park at Incheril the path to Slioch follows the
Kinlochewe river northwest wards towards Loch Maree. The tranquillity
of the path was a pleasant one, allowing the legs to settle in to the
task ahead.
Despite a slight detour around the shores of Loch Maree after missing
the big stone marked arrow pointing out the fork in the path, due to
the baby goats pointed out on the opposite shore line, we made fairly
good time to the footbridge over Abhainn an Fhasaigh.
After just a few metres we started to climb, gently at first then
more steeply up the Coire na Sleaghaich (corrie of the slog) and the
western slopes of Sgurr Dubh, an interesting steep snow ascent
leading up to a small lochen still frozen despite the major thawing
of the day before, which had lead to much of the snow banked hill
sides being cleaned of their white overcoats.
From here the ascent became slightly more entertaining following the
steep and sandy southeast ridge of Slioch onto the wide plateau just
below the summit cairn.
Now back in thick mist and clag with the wind buffeting us we decided
to forego the second summit along the unseen ridge east of us and
headed back down out of the wind to retrace or own tracks back to the
Gleann Bianasdail, with the wind at our backs.
Retracing the steep slopes of Sgurr Dubh were not without interest,
having opted to stay with trekking poles rather than ice axe I
slipped and bum slid for several feet.
Once at the bottom I had time to get the camera out and enjoy the
sight of Cath giving an excellent lesson of how to use an ice axe, to
bum slide down the slope, and Trish an entertaining guide in how not
to use the same, whilst kangarooing and tumbling her way through the
snow and heather.
The path back to the car was very welcome after the long slog back
down Coire an Sleaghaich despite it being dark before we finally
reached the cars.
Returning to the hut we expected to find the three others either
still out on the hill or only just returned and as tired as we were.
However what we did find was three very relaxed people glass of wine
in hand, who had been back at the hut since 2.30 in the afternoon,
having spent the morning on a low level traverse of the Coire Dubh
Mor track deciding that the ascent of the Dru Couloir (v/vi) not to
be in the best of conditions. (They had decided on the Dru Couloir
when they got back to the hut so they could say they had failed on
something more impressive than the simpler northern pinnacles grade
(ii) they had intended to climb from the out set)
Perhaps Fat Mans Folly would have been a more appropriate choice for
the day.
Well that's about all, thanks to Cath Sanders, Trish Cranston, Roger
Daley, Brian Street and Sean Kelly for joining me on the trip and
sorry to John Evans and David Lygate, who had to pull out due to work
commitments at the last me, you missed a good week.
Feb 27th - West Pennine Moors - Keith Williams
Present: Iain McCallum, Alan (L) Jones, Chris Thickett, Lorna
Marsland, Joe Flynn, Christine Beeston, Dave Wylie
Guests: Kate Sparks, Kate Smith
The dawned bright and frosty with a dusting of snow above 250m. We
thought the boggy bits may have been frozen over and so they largely
were apart from one very deep hole where the ice just couldn't stand
the combined weight of Chris and Iain so they both went in - up to
their knees. Having got these antics over it was just plain walking.
ALJ met us exactly as planned on the top of Great Hill and before
long we were at Tockholes where some of us enjoyed a memorable pint
of well-kept Bobbins Bitter while others sampled the cafe.
By the time we'd reached Darwen Tower things were warming up nicely,
so twenty minutes on the sun lounge were indicated in order to
explore the merits or otherwise of ASBOs in restraining potential
suicides. This was an apt topic as two members were hanging over the
tower balcony 10m above . . .
After that, it was just walking: very pleasant with the oranges of
the moorland grass and rushes picked out by the winter sun and the
usual drabness lifted by the sparkle of snow and ice.
March 12th/13th Alex Macintyre Memorial Hut - David K. Lygate
Sheena Hendrie, Duncan Lee, David K. Lygate, Colin Maddison,
Bridget Mapleson, Ann Sanderson.
Considering that at one point we could have taken seventeen places in
the Alex Mac, five above the number we had booked & that just two
days before, the Hut Custodian had bent the rules & allowed the KMC
to bring an extra person, it is rather disappointing that only six
people turned up on this meet. Most of the cancellations were
received on the Friday, if at all, which meant that two BMC members
in Glencoe & enquiring about accommodation had already been turned
away, never mind those KMC members I had told that the hut was full.
Some had personal reasons to cancel, which is understandable.
However, we could have still filled our allocation in the hut with
those who only stayed away due to a bad weather forecast that they
had heard. The whole situation was very difficult to understand,
since this forecast was not one that anyone that attended had read /
heard, or like any of the weather conditions we experienced during
the length of the weekend.
We were all up early on the Saturday morning, with Duncan & Colin off
to the Ben, Bridget & Ann to the Mamores, while David & Sheena had
chosen to attempt the Aonach Eagach Ridge from east to west. For
Sheena, this was one of the mountain ridges that inspired her to
start rock climbing, yet she had never attempted the traverse. Up on
the Aonach Eagach, the conditions were very mixed on this three star
ridge & we felt it raised the grade from II/III to a clear grade III.
It was David's fourth winter traverse of the ridge & felt the hardest
yet. However, it was still highly enjoyable, with lots of bright
sunny intervals & just some stronger winds on the final summit at the
exposed end of the Loch. Then it was straight down & into the
Clachaig for some wonderful seaweed beer (better than it sounds &
with a dark chocolate finish). We then had the problem of retrieving
the car from the top of the Glen. After being devoid of any luck with
hitching from within the bar, David had to resort to the main road
before it got fully dark. Within seconds there was a lift, it was
Jesper Jorgenson with a friend & amazingly he had recognised the
hitcher both in the dark & facing the opposite direction. After he
had helped rescue the car, we all went back to the bar to meet Sheena
to chat about old times.
Duncan & Colin had a successful day on The Ben, their chosen route,
Point Five Gully also three stars & 325m of Grade V. This was
Duncan's first grade V winter route, the only minus were the
inevitable spindrift avalanches near the top, but these were
overshadowed by the great satisfaction he felt while rolling &
smoking a cigarette on the summit as they both surveyed the views.
In Bridget's own words, "Thanks for organising not far off perfect
Scottish winter weather for ones first foray after 6 years
abstinence. Saturday consisted of scrambling about in the vertical
bog/trees to get up to the Ring of Steall for rather too long (Ann
thought it jolly adventurous fun, me not impressed), trotted up ridge
in stunning conditions (observing amazing spindrift plumes from
summit ridge...), beautiful blue sky lots of snow until reached final
ridge to top of first top when found ourselves crawling through
spindrift and shouting to understand each other so decided to abandon
plan. Found the sensible way up to Ring of Steall w/o bog/trees on
descent so something useful from day.
Sunday was super walk up the valley to the west of hidden valley,
over Stob Corrie nan Lochan and back down Lost Valley. Bidean saved
for another day/year due to time restraints."
Everyone had a marvellous day & were all looking forward to a night
in the pub. However, after the meet leader had been bollocked by one
of the wardens for not giving any cancellation notice (that we were
taking less than half of our booked allocation). We found that Ruth &
Ron were great Wardens with the fantastic banter, banjo playing &
dancing, along with the other group from the Mynydd, we all had a
great night.
For the rest, Sunday saw, Duncan, Colin, David & Sheena on the
Buachaille Etive Mor climbing Crowberry Gully, a 300m Grade IV, also
with three stars.
We split into two parties with Duncan & David going first. Gearing up
at the start of the route, Duncan produced a 'Wallace Tartan' rope,
for David this was the sign that it was going to be a perfect day,
things can only go right when you are climbing with your clan tartan!
This was a highly sociable way to climb with both parties catching
each other on the belays, but not holding the other back. There were
quite a few exciting moves on the route, but the cave pitch (the
crux) was the most interesting, with very thin ice, bridging moves &
dry tooling required. David & Colin watched from the safety of the
cave, as Duncan led it magnificently & showed us how it should be
done. At the summit of Stob Dearg, it was windy, but the magnificent
views were as far as the eye could see. Duncan & Colin had done a
great job & had individually led the whole route & here at the
summit, they agreed that it had been harder than the grade V they had
completed the day before, so we were all well chuffed.
Safely back at the car there was only one thing left to do, it was
straight to the Kingshouse & toast a wonderful weekend.
For those that had made the effort it was an incredibly enjoyable
three star weekend & will rightly be remembered as the highlight of
the 2005 winter season.
March 13th - Peak District Walk - Iain McCallum
Members present : Linda Crossley, Andy Croughton, James Hartley, Bob
Haynes, Alan (H) Jones, Iain McCallum, Alan Peck, Phil Ramsbottom, Nigel
Rosenbaum, Keith Williams, Dave Wylie (11)
Guests present : Emily Hulley, Zoe Rosenbaum, Hannah and Harry Rosenbaum(4)
On bright frosty morning we set off from Longshaw Lodge through the
estate towards the Grouse Inn and Froggatt Edge. Zoe, Hannah and
Harry accompanied us for part of the way along the Edge. Harry was
celebrating his sixth birthday ! After short descent through the
woodland below the Edge we crossed the river Derwent by Froggatt
Bridge and followed the river downstream for a few hundred metres to
reach the path leading to Knouchley Farm. On the hillside we stopped
for "elevenses" against a wall. Here Emily joined us having started
a little late from the Froggatt car park.
On our way through Stoney Middleton we passed the so called "Roman Baths"
a hot spring (17c). Soon we reached the Miners' Arms in Eyam where we
stopped for a drink. Andy had to curb his impatience for a pint as we
were a little too early and we had to wait several minutes for the
pub to open.
From Eyam we turned north and headed towards Eyam Moor following the
path by the Ladywash Mine and across the Sir William Hill road before
stopping for lunch in the shelter of a disused quarry on the top of
the moor. By this time the sun had disappeared behind the clouds and
a keen wind was blowing. Here we regrouped being joined by Bob
and Alan and his hungry dog. After admiring the fine panorama of
Kinder Scout, Whin Hill, Stannage, Higger Tor, Carl Wark and
Millstone we dropped down the hillside to Stoke Ford in Bretton
Clough. From there we headed for Leadmill Bridge via Hazelford. En
route the sun returned. Once across the bridge we turned south along
the river and so to Padley Chapel where in July1587 two priests were
captured. They were later executed by hanging, drawing and quartering
in Derby. Following our ascent of Padley Gorge we made for Longshaw
Lodge and very welcome cups of tea and cakes. But alas all the
delicious cakes had gone!
Thank you all for coming on my walk. I hoped everybody enjoyed the
day.
March 20th - Howgills Walk - Dave Bone
Present:
Dave Bone, Dave Whittingham, Dave Wylie, 'New' Dave (Guest!), Roger
Daley, Alan (L) Jones, Peter Walker, Joe Flynn, Lester Payne and Iain
McCallum (by Email).
For once a splendid forecast was had for the day, and it was hoped
that many more than the 3 Thursday pub definites would turn up. Two
cars arrived at the start point of Fairmile Gate, NW of Sedbergh on
the western side of the Howgills, in good time at 10am and for a
while it looked like a 4 Dave's meet, until Roger spoilt it all. We
were just about to leave as Joe's contingent turned up after a
contretemps with a learner Driver on the narrow lane, and the 9 left
3 minutes later than advertised. Unknown to us, Iain McCallum was
ahead of having started from further up the road at 9-30, but we
never managed to catch him up in the day.
The advert was for Becks, ravines, waterfalls, solitude and a good
bit of up and down work on some of the steepest grass hills in
England. The circuit is ~12miles with 1450m ascent. One mile N along
road, follow Carlin Gill to its head at Docker Knott, followed by
some cross graining east to get to some of the better hills, skirting
Hazelgill Knott, to Randygill Top. Then S via Kensgriff to Yarlside.
A steep descent S then SW takes us to a path, climbing up to the
Calf, highest point of the Howgills. South via Calders to Arant Haw -
out via the west ridge, then N to Bram Rigg beck. Follow the wall, up
and around Castley Knotts, and on to the start point.
The team soon spread out following Carlin Gill, with many stream
crossings, scrambling along the stream bed and narrow traversing
sheep style trails. This is one of the 2 best walkins in the
Howgills, bringing one to the end of the line at the attractive
waterfall of the Spout. Honestly, the best way out is up the grass
slope to the North, with a ramp line through the rock band taking one
to the hanging valley above the fall - but we had two dissenters that
went way up and over the steep broken ground to the south, before
rejoining higher up the valley. Here had the first of many losses as
Peter elected to head directly for the Calf for a shorter circuit.
Emerging from the head of the defile to the open ground at the
watershed where there was the first signs of many small groups of
Ponies ranging, wild mustang style around and over (yes - over the
tops) the northern Howgills, and the real effort of the walk began
with crossing the grain. It was a day of unbroken, hazy sunshine with
a keen SE breeze.
The planned route was followed with lunch on the shoulder below
Simon's seat, where we were spotted by Iain. Alan was our next break
away on the following ascent, with other mutterings of imminent
departure. The Wittering complaints gained volume on the near
crippling steep grass slopes of Randygill Top and Yarlside but all
were now committed to the route to the Calf as the only sensible
route back to the cars! The long re-ascent to the Calf marked the
last significant height gain and a collapse by the trig point.
Leaving Joe and Lester to head directly for the car, the survivors
staggered on behind the leader on the long ridge to Arant Haw, the
day's finest viewpoint in the late afternoon light. Down, down to
some jittery river crossings with trembling knees and up to the
intake wall below Castley Knotts where Dave Wh dropped down to the
road, being unable to face the additional 50m descent on his knees,
that following the wall would involve. This left 4 to complete the
planned walk, with all returning safe and unsound in twilight by
6-45. A splendid day out - only a 'short' DAB walk, but there were
signs of strain in some legs!
April 10th - Presidents Hotpot - Susan Brooke
Walk: Froggatt, Curbar, Gardom, Birchens and White Edge.
Members: Christine Beeston, Sue Brooke, Andrew Croughton, Joe Flynn,
James Hartley, Bob Haynes, Alan (Hyde) Jones, Colin Maddison, Craig
and Sue Marsden, Iain McCallum, Lester Payne, Alan Peck, Brian
Street.
Guests: Kate Sparks, Roisin Maddison, Phoebe and Thomas Marsden.
A slight delay at the start to wait for young Thomas, who was
suffering from travel sickness, was followed by a crafty move by
Craig and Colin who waived Sue and the children off then drove round
to the crag to sneak in a few routes. With Iain in the party the
president led from the back and managed, despite a recci of the
route, to lead everyone astray on the only occasion that she got near
enough to the front to issue directions. Joe and Lester laid claim
to having walked to the crag from Curbar Gap, missing the main party
whilst they were off route and in the circumstances I decided to give
them the benefit of the doubt!
The KMC breed their youngster's tough and despite the keen pace set
by Mr McCallum they did us proud. Tired childitus did not set in until
the pull past Gardoms, which was perfect timing, giving the adults a good
excuse for a stop at the Robin Hood!
A division in the party took place, with Alan and Bob rushing to get
back to bathe and spruce up for the evening whilst those that chose
to stay sweaty sat around in the sunshine socialising with fellow
club members. There were claims made to people having done a lot of
climbing but little was witnessed, however we did see Duncan doing a
fine impression of the pied piper of Hamlin, but, unfortunately for
the parents, he managed to get that wrong, bringing the children back
again!
Despite there being plenty of time to spare Mr McCallum continued
over White Edge at his usual fine pace, which unfortunately saw us
back to the start with time to kill, so we just had to visit The
Grouse and force down another pint!
Meal
With 48 people attending I am not going to try to list everyone, but
thanks very much for such a tremendous turn out and such good company.
I'm please to say that Elsie was right and The Swan did us proud.
For the princely sum of £5.75 there was a plentiful supply of hotpot
(both met and veggie varieties) and bread, followed by a generous
helping of apple pie and custard. The committee I was so impressed
that we're tempted to book again for next year!
Slide Show
Jenny and her team of projectionists did a tremendous job,
particularly given the tight time scale they had for putting the show
together. Jenny was seen collecting the majority of entries on the
Thurday night and had to arrange them into categories for judging on
the Friday. Stuart Eyres, the Photographic and Reprographic Manager
at CCLRC Daresbury Laboratory, judged the pictures, but unfortunately
could not be with us on the night because of a family commitment
(neice's first birthday party).
Winners
Rock Climbing Action: Sean Kelly
Mountain Action: Sean Kelly
Mountain Landscape: Andrew Croughton
Human Interest: Kevin Anderson
Once again thank you very much to everybody for such an enjoyable day
and a wonderful evening. Particular thanks go out to Andrew for
recci-ing the walk with me, the committee for all their support, the
photographers; for yet another impressive display and without whom
the evenings entertainment would not be possible, and to Jenny and
her team of helpers for pulling things together and getting it right
on the night!
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