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May 2010 Meet Reports
February 20th/21st - Blackrock Cottage - Sean Kelly
Members present: Graham Harkness, Bob Kelly, Sean Kelly. Guest:
Katharine Bagshaw.
Winters come and winters go but this one will be remembered for a
long time to come. The quantity of snow and low temperatures in the
Highlands is the greatest for over 100 years. Even Wales and the
Lakes have not missed out on this bumper winter with all kinds of new
routes being done. When it stops snowing and the sun shines the
conditions are truly awesome. And so it proved to be as I journeyed
north, initially to Wales for a few days, and then on to Scotland for
a further weeks climbing.
The hut on that cold Thursday night had not been visited since before
Christmas and consequently interior temperatures were colder than
outside! By the time the first of the working party arrived on the
Friday evening some semblance of warmth existed within its stone
walls. However the biggest shock of the day had been the parking
charges at Pen y Pass being increased to £10! I kid you not. Arriving
early from Devon I decided to tackle the 'Horns' sometimes referred
to as the first or last nail in the 'Horseshoe' as a preamble up to
the Trinity Face, hoping for some good photos en-route. By the time I
stood underneath it was shrouded in typical Welsh mist rolling in off
the Irish Sea, this after a promising start to the day.
I was up early the next day and headed up into Cwm Cnifion in search
of ice. A very good but icy path below the Sub-Cnifion Rib attains
the upper Cwm and another iced-up stream gave an easy climb up to
Clogwyn Ddu, a dark sombre crag that dominates the cwm. This has in
recent winter become a forcing ground for local activists with many
desperate routes adorning its steep walls. The obvious gully was a
continuous stream of ice with a least three parties spread over its
length. Mist and a bitter wind shrouded the upper cliffs as I made my
way via the gully right of Tower Slabs up to Glyder Fawr. Not
surprisingly I encountered nobody on the plateau as I made my way
down via the 'Kitchen' path.
Day 3: Trinity Face, Snowdon
The next day the 'Working Party' worked, as I sneaked out of the hut
with ambitions on the Trinity Face. I suspected that conditions might
be favourable and so it proved with hard neve to sink in front
crampon points. I emerged onto the summit ice-field, with not another
soul in sight and bright sunshine glinting off a million snow
crystals. I paused to take in this wonderful scene, with abundant
icefalls draped over the face, before continuing on to the summit.
My original Scottish partner, Mark had cried off so it was with some
relief when Graham rang inquiring about the meet and was duly signed
up. I had a booking for the Alex Mac for the week preceding the
Blackrock Cottage meet, and Graham would arrive on the Wednesday
evening. Monday in Scotland was a wet driech day with mizzle and
sleet and so I opted for the minor top east of Am Bodach,
A'Chailleach, a not inconsiderable top of 903 metres. A good path
visible under the light snow cover, lead up from the old military
road, now part of the West Highland Way, towards the minor top of
Stob Mhic Mhattuin and so along to another minor top with the aid of
compass bearing and increasing snowfall that slowly obliterated any
path. A snatched granary bar on the well cairned summit then
retracing my steps back to the Highland Way.
My previous two winters in the Highlands had been a washout, and so
the Tuesday saw a repeat ascent of Stop Coire Sgreamhach along the
lovely Lairig Eilde. Memories of my outing the previous year with
Dave Lygate and Brian Street were wet in the extreme, but today
promised well with unbroken blue skies and a good covering of snow
and hard frost on the ground. I could make out two figures near the
head of the glen but was very surprised to discover that they were
mending the path in the depths of this winter. Tough lads! The recent
new snow now caused problems as I sunk up to my thighs as I toiled en
route to point 778 on the Sgreamhach ridge. Unnoticed, the weather
had begun to gradually change as dark heavy cloud obscured all views
to the north and the promised clear day another disappointment. The
ascent to the summit seemed endless as I toiled through deep powder,
as another false summit materialized out of the mist. My original
plan to traverse all the Bidean peaks was silently dismissed as I
made my way down to the col between the two tops. Locating the gap in
the cornice to gain the Lost Valley proved troublesome, stretched out
prone, probing with loose snow with my axe. A sling protruding from
the cornice was a red herring, but a quick scan further along the
ridge revealing a rucksack and below the way down to the Lost Valley.
A final sting in the tail locating the exit path from the valley via
obstacles of trees, rocks and snow.
Wednesday was a washout as it mostly snowed all day although some
from the hut, skiing on Aonach Mor said conditions were much better.
I was considerably cheered to see Graham that evening.
Day 7: Graham crossing Aonach Mor towards Aonach Beag.
So Thursday saw us heading for Aonach Mor and an early Gondola,
before the long climb in even deeper snow to the heavily corniced
crest, in really wonderful weather, clear blue skies and no wind. A
skier with touring gear, glided gracefully past as we struggled in
the fresh powder on towards Aonach Beag, leaving deep tracks which
would prove useful for the return trip in thick weather. The warden
at the Alex Mac, Nick, remarked that the moist warm air from the
coast caused this phenomenon to occur towards midday, then clear as
evening approached. Although we had purchased tickets for the top
chair Health & Safety rules barred us from using this aid on the
descent.
Friday was an early start as I sneaked out of the hut shortly after
five with head-torch, sometime successfully navigating the new path
from the North Face car-park to the Ben, or more precisely Carn Mor
Dearg. It had long been an ambition of mine to photograph the
panorama that is the north Face of Ben Nevis. Today would afford that
opportunity to realise this aim, as the sky gradually brightened,
promising another fantastic day of brilliant clear light and distant
hills, now mostly ascended, emerging from the morning mist. As I
progressively gained height, the most impressive vista emerged before
my eyes, accompanied by light so blindingly bright that I was
appreciative of photo-chromatic lenses protecting my eyes from the
glare. Never before can conditions in Scotland be described as
Alpine, rather than the Arctic norm. I wonder to myself if Graham was
appreciating this while skiing on Aonach Mor across the Allt Daim.
The ascent seemed endless, but it did involve climbing over 4000 feet
before the summit was gained. As I moved over Carn Dearg Meadhonach,
past an improvised bivvy, the cornices assumed more menace and I
wisely trod well to their right. Looking closely, I could make out
and faintly hear, an early pair on North East Buttress and another
party making their laborious way up towards Gardyloo Gully in the
recent deep new powder. Relaxing on the top, I shot off pictures in
all directions. A group of 3 appeared traversing the CMD arête and as
they approached my lofty perch I noticed that they were in running
gear, carrying lightweight sacs, and some sort of short crampon
attached to their lightweight footwear. It emerged that they were
also traversing the Grey Corries before descending to the lonely
Leacach Bothy!
The descent was not without incident as I slowly made my way down,
passing a group scaling the exposed pinnacles on the East Ridge of
Carn Dearg Meadhonach. It was becoming increasing warm in the
afternoon sun so I stopped to remove layers and carried on down to
the junction with the Allt a'Mhuilinn path. But something felt wrong.
I couldn't feel the weight and swing of the camera across my
shoulder?it wasn't there! I must have put it down earlier when I
stopped, but that was ages ago. I quickly glanced up the slope hoping
that someone descending could pick it up for me, but the hill was
empty, devoid of any human presence. I would have to retrace my
steps, but how far was the question? So I re-ascended the mountain
over heather and snow clad slopes, skirting around rocks, frantically
scanning for evidence of a Nikon D300 with its bright yellow strap.
The camera could be replaced I reasoned but the photographs I had
were priceless. By now I had climbed about 1000 feet and there was no
sign of any camera. Tired, I stopped and dropped my head, despondent,
hands on knees?and there it was, at my feet. A few more inches and I
would have stepped on it! With renewed vigour and feeling on top of
the world, I literally danced my way back to the car.
Day 8: Panorama of the North Face, Ben Nevis.
Collecting my things from the Alex Mac I motored over to Blackrock
Cottage and bumped into Graham who had also had a great time trying
out his newish skis purchased from the famous second's shop that is
Jim Gregson. A fire or two was quickly lit, then we retired to the
Kingshouse for dinner, while the temperature in the hut approached
normal. By the time we returned Bob and Katherine had arrived, and so
the meet was officially together.
And so great plans were hatched for the following day. Ben Lui was
quickly rejected because of the current avalanche risk. Bob fancied
Bidean but that was retracing old ground or rather snow from earlier
in the week. So it was that a traverse of the Aonach Eagach emerged,
and cars were carefully sited at both ends. The weather continued
glorious as we toiled up the endless grind to Am Bodach. Translated
this means 'Old Man' which I certainly felt as I put one weary foot
in front of another. Yesterday's exertions had taken their toll. It
was with a certain sense of relief that the summit was attained and
the enfolding view westwards encouraged my efforts, along with intake
of food and hot drink.
Day 9: Bob just before the descent off Am Bodach, Aonach Eagach Ridge. Bidean in the background.
I recalled from an earlier traverse of the ridge in the splendid
company of Jim Hindley, John Dwyer and Lester Payne, that the descent
from Am Bodach was not without problems, and so it proved. A belay
was quickly arranged and Bob and Kath dropped down towards the col. I
abseiled and got the following party to flick off the sling and so we
traversed that wonderful ridge, with a clear path to follow in the
powder, leading towards the pinnacles. The main problem here was
caused by slow nervous groups ahead that are in essence, winter
walkers rather than climbers. For good reason is the traverse of the
ridge 3 in the current guide. And so it proved as no surprise that
the party experiencing difficulties ahead were parents with young son
in tow, complete with his new Christmas crampons. He was last on the
rope, which offered little in the way of protection when he had to
descend the pinnacles, and his father out of sight belaying. As he
nervously skarted about on small holds I quickly set up a top rope
utilising a large sling over a convenient spike, and with directions
from us, his father carefully lowered him to the ledge. It was a
relief to pass them at the next pinnacle as we had lost over an hour
waiting behind them. The way ahead was now clear and apart from one
or two bum slides on bare rock the top of Sgorr nam Fiannaidh was
soon attained. Some mist that had drifted over the ridge now started
to clear to preface a beautiful clear evening as Bob and Kath took
turns performing giant bumslides down towards the road, wire fence
and waiting car. I contented myself with tripping on a hidden wire
across the path and landing somewhat ingloriously among large scree.
With no broken bones evident we arrived at the cars, but Bob
experienced key problems and spent cold nervous minutes effecting
entry. We were all grateful that Graham had returned early from his
skiing at White Corries as plumes smoke belched forth from both
chimneys of the hut.
February 28th - Mountain Biking - Katie Horgan
KMC Members: Pete Hughes, Sue Brooke, Peter McNulty.
This was an explore of the tracks through the Irwell Valley and
became a meet led by the real locals - Pete and Sue - thanks guys!!
An opportunity for me to wear a work hat and find out everything the
Forestry Commission has got wrong with the single track - now roads -
and also a chance to get really muddy on the bits they haven't
touched yet!
The whole valley is a real gem in that it's on a lot of doorsteps and
has a lot of variety - the Marin Trail it ain't - but there's enough
for the inexperienced and the more able who want to get some practice
in without using the car.
Starting from the heights of Hurst Wood in Whitefield, we admired the
view of the M60 before heading down onto Sustrans Route 6. Over the
motorway and onto the new FC tracks - to much grumbling, although I
guess it stopped me coming off so much, since there's not a lot of
single track! To escape the wide, open, mud free paths, we turned
uphill into Phillips Park in Prestwich, which still has some
twisting, muddy and occasionally steep single track. Pete persuaded
us down a track with a small drop and a lot of mud and ended up in
the puddle at the bottom?none of us made it down on a saddle! We
then bobbed back down into Waterdale and past 13 Arches viaduct to
cross the river and wobble and slide alongside Pilkingtons Tile
factory, past Clifton Marina and the sewage works. More muddy
delights as we hit the canal towpath - but not the canal itself - to
the pub in Ringley. This was after Sue entertained us with a
spectacular head over heels slow motion tumble down a soft, leaf
strewn banking. Fortunately she falls well and then had a great
excuse to be fed quantities of chocolate!! Quick stop for coke and
crisps before picking up the Canal to Nob End - honestly, that's its
name. Then a turn about onto the Bury branch of the canal and back
along the Outwood Trail to Hurst Wood.
Hey, no rain, only about 6 motorbikes and 1 fall - that makes it a
pretty successful meet, even with 4!
March 6th/7th - Birkness, Buttermere - Chris Thickett
Joint FRCC/KMC meet report or 'A first lesson in Mandarin Chinese'.
KMC contingent: Dave Wylie, Mark Garrod, Michelle Harvie, Bob Kelly,
James and Kasia Hoyle, Koy Oi Ding (G), Laura Collier (G), Kate
Harvey (G).
FRCC contingent: Richard Morgan, Ken Jackson, Neil Roden, David
Wright.
FRCC/KMC: Bob Anderson, Chris Thickett.
On the way to Buttermere, Richard climbed Ingleborough. Although he
did it by his favourite path, the meet organiser wasn't impressed
with the geography. Better was Dave's ascent of the Knott Rigg/Ard
Crags ridge - whilst more modest, it could at least be considered to
be Buttermere-ish.
Other early Friday arrivals were Ken Jackson, Uncle Bob and myself
who all decided to circumvent the lake known as Crummack. Foot
bridges formed some interest on this pleasant ramble in reasonable
weather given what the recent winter had thrown at us. Two bridges at
the outlet of the lake, not considered by the Ordnance Survey to be
included on their otherwise fine maps, saved quite a bit of time and
effort. A third bridge, seemingly surplus to requirements, was
located in the lower reaches of Scale Beck, ship- or bridge-wrecked,
presumably a victim of the autumnal floods hereabouts.
On Saturday, a bunch of KMCers (including the President) won a
commendation for their expedition to Great Gable via Fleetwith Pike
and returning over Haystacks. Others climbed Stybarrow Dodd and
adjacent fells. One lone early riser (Bob K) took the unusual
decision to climb fells in the Ennerdale area including Haycock and
Caw Fell as well as Grike and Whoap, these latter known collectively
as Grope. The remainder of meet were to be found on the High Stile
ridge during some part of the day, either alone, in the main group or
a disintegrating subgroup. At one stage all were on the top of Red
Pike within a few minutes of each other. We were rewarded with
wonderful views of the snow covered fells in sunshine with further
glimpses of the Isle of Man and the Mull of Gallaway.
Uncle Bob was the most pleased given his wonky legs and the steep
climb. Accompanied by Ken, he decided to take the easy descent to
Scale Force only to find this path destroyed by the November deluge
and therefore difficult to negotiate. With some of the young ladies,
I traversed across High Stile to High Crag, sometimes labouring in
deep, soft snow. No complaints, though - it was brilliant!
The fire raisers in the party established a cosy atmosphere in the
hut on Saturday night. Ding, a young lady of Malay origin, was
induced into giving those present a lesson in Chinese. We learnt the
symbols for mountain, river, forest, jungle, woman - in fact, most of
the common hazards the average mountaineer would be likely to
encounter. We understood a combined symbol of mother and son means
'good'. Less understandable was that a woman under a roof (i.e. in a
house) means 'peace'. Ken suggested that it really means 'her
indoors!' To read a newspaper, 800 such symbols have to be memorised.
A feverish and seemingly enthusiastic cleaning of the hut early on
Sunday morning preceded the day's activities. People then abruptly
disappeared to enjoy the splendid weather both nearby and further
afield, leaving me in a daze. This was a lucky daze as the good
fellow Ken offered me a lift to the top of Honister - duly accepted.
The climb up Dale Head was frequently punctuated by "Wow!" After a
frosty night the snow was much harder than the previous day. The
subsequent traverse over Hindscarth and Robinson was interrupted
first by the FRCC (Richard) and then the KMC (James and Kasia) going
in the opposite direction.
And all that was needed to complete a perfect weekend? Although the
ice cream cafe at Wilkinsike Farm was undergoing reconstruction, a
caravan temporarily was open for business and besieged by
enthusiasts. As the temperature was only a few degrees above freezing
I thought it better to choose cappuccino flavour for my walk back
along the lake back to the hut.
March 14th - Stanage/Burbage Walk - Iain McCallum
Members: Alan(H) Jones, Alan(L) Jones, Bob Kelly, Iain McCallum,
Lorna Marsland, Alan Peck, Phil Ramsbottom, Peter Scholefield, Peter
Walker, Keith Williams, Dave Wylie.
Guests: Katharine Bagshaw, Laura Collier, Ding Koy, Kate Harvey,
Chris. Marsland, Julia Partington.
On a rather cool but dry day sixteen members and guests set off from
our starting point near Bamford Station along Saltergate Lane, the
old salt way from Cheshire to Sheffield, towards Stanage Edge. Soon
we left the lane and continued up the side of Bamford Golf Course -
along the way marked path with its notice "This is not a public right
of way". A rather cheeky notice given that the right of way runs
across the Golf Course to the lane above. By various paths and lanes
we eventually reached the Long Causeway leading to Stanage Edge. Just
below the Edge we re-grouped and stopped for our elevenses. Below our
perch was the Buck Stone. In the old packhorse days this stone was an
important staging post and it provided a refuge for the men and their
ponies.
Snow and ice still lay on the path along the Edge but it did not
hinder our progress and we made good time towards the Trig Point.
There were few climbers about on the Edge. No doubt this was due to
the cold windy conditions. Near the Trig Point we clambered down the
rocks and onto the path leading to Higgor Tor (434m). At this point,
Alan(L) Jones and Peter Walker left the group and made their own way
down to Hathersage. But at Higgor Tor we gained another member,
Alan(H) Jones and his dog. Our next objective was Carl Wark, the Iron
Age Fort. (Nowadays some experts think that the fort is actually
post-Roman.)
From there we followed the path down hill to the bridge at Burbage
Brook. Across the bridge we re-grouped before continuing south along
the Brook and then across the road into the Longshaw Estate. Here we
shed another member of the group, Kate leaving us to make her own way
back to Bamford. The rest of us carried on through the woodland to
the Lodge where we stopped for lunch. (Originally, this splendid
building was used by the Duke of Rutland as a shooting lodge, but it
is now owned by the National Trust).
After lunch we made our way through the estate to Padley Gorge and
then down to the bottom of the Gorge near to the now disused Bole
Hill quarry. (Most of the stone used in the construction of the dams
and reservoirs in the Derwent Valley was transported by rail from
this quarry. It must have been a real hive of industry at that time).
Along the valley we headed for the River Derwent and Leadmill Bridge.
By this time the sun was out and it was now quite warm. On our way we
passed Padley Chapel and the ruins of the Hall. (In July 1587, two
catholic priests were seized here. They were taken to Derby where
they were tried and executed. The anniversary of this sad event is
now remembered in July by a service in the Chapel).
Nearing Leadmill Bridge we met Frank and Margaret Williams and family
walking through the field near the river bank. We stopped for chat
with them and then pressed on, crossing the river at the bridge. Once
across the bridge we followed the path along the river bank towards
Shatton. Close to the stepping stones across the river we stopped for
a drink and a chat. We then continued along the river to Shatton and
so back to our starting point near Bamford Station.
Everyone seemed to have enjoyed our walk in the Peak blessed with a
touch of Spring weather. It was good to have the company of so many
aspirant members on this meet.
Thank you all for your support.
March 21st - Muddy March Hare - Katie Horgan
Sunday 21st March dawned bright and sunny, making for a drier course
than in previous years. Mountain Rescue were stationed around the
course, while the guides, as always, efficiently set up the cake
stall and handed out water and mementoes at the end. About 50 people
turned up to make bunny ears and run in the Fun Run, with the first
runner coming in, in just under 10 minutes.
The trail race was won for the second year by Phil Williams of
Rochdale Harriers in 22:20. This was slower than last year, but a
couple of alterations to the course have made it slightly longer and
added one more short climb. The first lady home was Victoria Mousley
of Accrington AC in 26:56. It was a great family atmosphere and a
great excuse to get very muddy. All supported by great volunteers and
the Moses Gate Ranger team.
April 2nd/5th - Easter - Ty Powdwr - KMC
No written report, but a pictorial snapshot of the meet from Ding Koy
and Dave Bish is available in the Picture Gallery.
April 11th - Llantysilio Mountain Traverse - Jim Gregson
Members: Mark Garrod, Michelle Harvey, Iain McCallum, Christine
Beeston, Dave Wylie, Bob Kelly, Sandy Gregson, Jim Gregson.
Guests: Laura Collier, Julia Partington, Katie Harvey, Julien Bodard,
Ding Koy.
The day was beautiful, to match the area so it was an enjoyable
eye-opener for those who had never walked in the Llangollen hills
before. After an abrupt start we went smoothly over Velvet Hill,
peering down on Valle Crucis Abbey (now sadly closely neighboured by
a hideous caravan park) then up the road past the Britannia for a bit
of collar work to get back onto the hills. A suitable pause allowed
the heat to dissipate then on in leisurely fashion to intersect the
Horseshoe Pass at Cwm Oernant before crossing over to contour into
the Ponderosa for morning coffee. All of our rucksacks did not cut
quite so much of a dash as the ranks of gleaming motor cycle
machinery worth many thousands of pounds but we had the moral high
ground of having walked there.
Another leisurely stop for lunch was made before a saunter along the
Llantysilio Mountain ridge took us west with sundry ups and downs,
enjoying a superb panorama of nearly all of North Wales' high
mountains (only Cadair Idris refused to show) with a few snow
remnants on the Carneddau. Those new to the area were suitably
impressed with this outlook. Just after Moel Morfydd we dropped off
the ridge to follow an intricate route through varied rural
surroundings to eventually approach the banks of the River Dee in
very warm sunshine. Yet another halt was called by Horseshoe Falls,
and within minutes those in the party who were obviously Charles
Kingsley fans (Literary allusion for the well-read) were stripping
off and desporting themselves in the gently flowing waters of the
river. It would be true to say that all these were naiads
(mythological allusion for the very well-read) as the male contingent
of the party confined themselves to a spectating-only role.
When the ladies were sated of water we decamped the short distance to
the car park at the end of a very pleasant day's walk, leaving Dave
to go urgently in search of diesel in the fleshpots of Llangollen.
[NOTE: There is currently NO FUEL to be had in Llangollen! WebMaster.]
The meet was well-supported so thank you to all who came for splendid
company.
April 25th - KMC Hotpot - KMC
Afternoon Walk - Mark Garrod
Members present: Michelle Harvie, Mark Garrod, Dave Wylie, Bob
Kelly, Robert Clark.
Potential Members: Laura Collier.
Our select band of walkers gathered at 1pm for a pre-Hotpot yomp.
Differing views were heard about the start time. Bob normally
finishes his walks about then, and Dave is normally just about awake
by 1, but all seemed happy with the 6pm finish to allow us to arrive
at the Globe in plenty of time.
The walk was in generally good weather, apart from a very heavy and
cold, prolonged shower which hit us, and soaked some of us, on Lees
Hill and around Higher Swineshaw reservoir. I suppose it is April!
Laura completed her train-to-and-from-the-walk, having arrived via
Hadfield, by leaving us at Carrbrook to go to back to work via
Mossley - full-marks. We late-lunched / snacked / tea'd at the little
reservoir above Carrbrook, and then slid our way up the rocky
stream-bed of Far Harehill Clough, which gives approx ½ mile of
ascent largely on rock and slime (or in water). Thanks to Jim Symon
for that route variation. Good views were enjoyed once we got to
Wimberry Moss, and on returning over Wilderness and Ogden Clough to
Arnfield. We all earned our Hotpot and Apple pie.
Pete Walker and Alan (L) Jones also walked in the area, but our paths
didn't cross.
Bamford Edge Climbing - Dave Shotton (Heather's stand in)
Members: Christine Beeston, John Castick, Virginia Castick, Dave
Dillon, Roger Dyke, Joanne Heslop, Al Metelko, Dave Shotton, Chris
Williams.
Guests: Mark Anderson, José Antonio, Julien Bodard, Neil Britton,
Richard Edgell, Katie Harvey, Mark Heslop, Ding Koy, Carolyn Mills,
Julia Partington, James Williams.
There was an impressive turnout in particular of guests (many of them
now becoming regular faces on meets!) at this delightful gritstone
crag. During a dry and sunny late morning and lunchtime, various
routes were climbed on the Lower Tier, including Recess Crack
(VDiff), Sandy Crack (S), Brown's Crack (HS) and Bilberry Crack (VS
5a). A prolonged rainy squall then encouraged many of those present
to head for the tea and gear shops of Hathersage. Those who remained
enjoyed a later dry respite during which further climbs were made on
the upper parts of the edge, including Loader's Bay (Diff) on Gun
Buttress. More ominous rainclouds moving in from the west led to a
calculated retreat at around 4.30 p.m., though not quick enough to
avoid a bit of a soaking!
Photographic Competition - Mark Garrod
Members Present: Lots.
Potential Members: Yes - great to see you there.
An excellent turnout for the evening, with 40 members partaking of
the Hotpot and Apple Pie, and 6 others having to resort to the
Globe's bar menu due to late-bookings. It was especially good to see
some elder statesmen of the club such as Ken and Derek. The
photographic competition was reasonably well supported by members,
but my plea for next year will be for more members to have a go, and
also for all entries to come with information on location and members
in the shot.
Derek Seddon kindly agreed to judge this year's competition, and
talked us through the winning shots in each category. The winners and
runners up were:
| | 1st | 2nd | 3rd |
| Climbing Action | Sean Kelly | Midge Castick | Ding Koi |
| Mountain Action | Midge Castick | Sean Kelly | Sean Kelly |
| Mountain Landscape | Michelle Harvie | Sean Kelly | Sean Kelly |
| Human Interest | Alan "Hyde" Jones | Midge Castick | Dave Dillon |
All the above photos are in the Picture Gallery for those who weren't
there to see them on the night.
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