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Manchester Indoor Ice Wall
Friday 1st December at 8:30am
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Nottingham Indoor Wall Monday 16th October 4pm
Stayed in challets in Aviemore. Had some rough winter weather at first, on Sgorr Gaioth, and an aborted Carirngorms expedition with Cairngorm summit being as far as we got in to the interior, until a second attempt at an expedition made it over to Ben Macdui, to experience our first pure 100% whiteout. This meant you could see your feet, and tiny sculpted features in the snow up to 3 feet away, and beyond this, just featureless white; ground or sky indistinguishable. We repeatedly sent someone ahead to take bearings on, heading over towards Loch Etchachan. This person was visible at up to 20 yards, so it took a long time, with no sense of traveling uphill or downhill at all until finally we were off down to the loch. Stayed in the Fords of Avon shelter, excactly 4 Karrimats of floor space, and just room to sit up under the corrugated iron roof. Next day walked out over Bynack More, with the weather already turned, the snow stripped off, and a group of bedraggled reindeer standing around aimlessly in the mist near the summit, ignoring us completely.
The weather remained cac for the rest of the meet, some doing the Drumochter Four without emerging from the mist at any of the cols, Simon celebrating his 100th Munro by taking half a bottle of Baileys which was rationed from summit to summit, the younger keenie types much in disapproval of such disregard for mountain best practice.
The only event of lasting significance was the writing of 'Yesterday', one of our club anthems, in the Dalwhinnie cafe by Newkie Niel. An ode to the joys of not going walking on a crap day while others do so. It features our Alpine hero Steve Bashford, our famously teetotal VP, Rupert, and a passing reference to the previous, even crapper meet. The tune was kind of nicked from the Beatles, as was the title, and not a lot else.
Yesterday ----- all I did was sit in a cafe ------ and I think I'll do the same today ------ oh I don't care, what others say.
Suddenly ----- I can't see my hand in front of me ----- What's the point in trusting Stevie B? ----- cos all he's done, is history
Why---we---had to come, I don't know and I can't cope. Why---not---Slob all day, not walk down an avalanche sl-o-o-ope.
Rupert Weare ----- doesn't even like the taste of beer ----- He'd be lost without his posey gear ----- So just make sure the valley's near.
Time to go ----- Had enough of rain and driving snow ----- Makes us reminisce about Glencoe ----- that's when we climbed not one Munro!