being an illustrated account of a study and exploration of a group of visitors to the English Lake District, 26-28/2/93
Nigeon O.S. maps)
"The Juggler." Three Balls for a major peak (Skiddaw, Great Calva, Grisedale Pike et al.) Two balls for little 'uns.
Ably accompanied during the trip by his trusty side-kick, Al the bear. Recognisable by stupid-looking "Burnley F.C." hat.
"Hi hee" came the cry from the bottom of the hill. It was Sam. She wasn't laughing.
Bounding down the snow in huge leaps. Eager to climb everything in sight. Poor old Sam - she's been in bed with a stinking «sniff» cold ever since «sneeze» we got back «cough». So I'll just say "GET WOOL SEEN" (is that right?)
What can I say about Phil? [Well, he's a complete F*©#!N@ idiot springs to mind -Ed] Ever juvenile ... I mean jovial. Throwing himself off mountains. Forward Rolls in the snow. Nearly missing the bus back. And then, of course, there were the irrepressible "FROSTIES" (How could we forget?)
Phil - he brings out the tiger in you
... and you!
(I never did understand that - anyone would think I was schizo or something - you ... and you! Well yes thanks, I think I got it the first time if it's all the same)
Phil - he grrrrrrrRRRRRATES!!
Oops! Sorry - that was wrong, I meant he's great (of course) {Love you really Phil, mi ol'
macka, mi ol' mate}
Just when you thought Benny's hat from Crossroads had been lost forever...
Our much-respected new "meets secretary" [but we always have cheese & peanut butter at the lunches - there's never any meat !?] showed that he possessed the required organisational skills by setting off on the Coledale round whilst his day-sack headed to the lofty peak of Blencathra. (O.K., so it did get a bit of help from the writer)
The weekend wouldn't have been quite the same without finding out all about "cleavage" and "bedding." Our resident old fossil was on hand to give us all in-depth explanations.
Carboniferous, Dudes!
(or whatever geologists say)
"Four minutes to go-oh!" - CUHWC's very own Wincey Willis ensured the trip kept to its tight schedule.
"We're gonna get locked out!"
"We'll have to sleep rough an the streets of Keswick all night, with just newspapers for blankets and dead pigeons for pillows..."
"Yeah, yeah... mine's another O.P." - NW
(who I draw even worse pictures of, so don't get one)
Keeping us heartily entertained an both days was Sarah. Steve ably assisted on Day 2 (especially when some buffoon forgot Adam's rucksack). Al the bear was very brave and he's only got short little furry legs.
Thanks to everyone for such an enjoyable weekend.