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If you don't want this for a time, please comment it-Fabian !Next Ice Climb
Manchester Indoor Ice Wall
Friday 1st December at 8:30am
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Nottingham Indoor Wall Monday 16th October 4pm
What's the point of it???
You have a finishing party. You get a finishing number, your name appears in the annual SMC journal, you become the proud owner of a very nice certificate, and for an extra charge, some merchandising, like a Munroist tie, or even cuff links.
.....Here's Melinda, up a mountain clutching Gordon, as usual, and, rather more unusually, what looks suspiciously like a bottle of intoxicating liquid.
Chris, meanwhile, set off one winter day with a huge party posse, only to see them wimp out one by one as they ascended into the roaring blizzard. Only three made it to the summit to share a very brief celebration.
Simon took from 1988 to 1995 to make a lightning first MPS compleation (although admitedly he didn't do that much else constructive during the time, well OK, he did give himself a good head start on the Corbetts, but that really is about it, oh and starting MPS, I suppose that was some kind of structive).
Julie, our first minibus driver, and still a dedicated bagette (lady bagger) is now trampling Corbetts and Grahams.
Any other MPS compleationists please send in your photos and we'll stick them here.
And of course, we do it for views like this, on the kind of day when non-baggers, in fact anyone with any sense at all, stay in bed. OK, there's no guarentee, but there's a good 20% chance of a better view than a non-bagger may ever see in his or her walking career. This is a fact, proved time and time again. I don't just mean the elation of a that first, otherwise ordinary, colour view, on descending below the cloud base after hours of grey sensory deprivation in the heart of a raincloud. No, I mean views objectively more spectacular than any pleasant conditions could ever offer. Like this one on the Paps of Jura in December 2006 as Heathrow was paralysed in freezing fog.