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 ====No.207 February, 1952 Price 6d.====
-|**Editor**|Ken Meadows, 103 Cooper Street, Maroubra
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-BUSHWALKING THE EASY WAY
+=====Bushwalking The Easy Way or The Prospectives Delight.=====
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-THE PROSPECTIVES DELIGHT:
+By A. Wilson (Just call me Alan).
-By A. Wilson
-(Just call me Alan).
 Hardened and experienced walkers will, I know, sneer at this trip but, fellow prospectives, ignore them.
-How would you like to go on a three day 120 mile trip accompanied
--6  by a 52115. pack? You wouldn'tl?!?1?!!! Not even if the trip covered the area from Bobbin Head to the Hawkesbury and along the Hawkesbury to the Colo and up the Colo to the Telegraph line and all the way back again? You still wouldn't??1!! Not even if I tell you that the trip is oneS long spinebash? What11: You don't believe me??1I Evidently the time has come to reveal the secret of my success.
+How would you like to go on a three day 120 mile trip accompanied by a 52 pound pack? You wouldn't?!?1?!!! Not even if the trip covered the area from Bobbin Head to the Hawkesbury and along the Hawkesbury to the Colo and up the Colo to the Telegraph line and all the way back again? You still wouldn't??!!! Not even if I tell you that the trip is one long spinebash? What!!! You don't believe me??!! Evidently the time has come to reveal the secret of my success.
-This historic trip was accomplished by those renowned walkers Jim Hooper, Ken Meadows, Frank Young, Keith Renwick and I also went on this trip. It was accomplished in a 25ft Halvorsen cruiser and needless to say all the walking done was between the bunks, the stove, and the steering wheel. Yes, now you have it. Of course we didn't walk 120 miles in three days. Not the terrible quartet (you will note I exclude myself).
-Getting down to the trip itself we left Bobbin Head boatshed, where the cruiser was hired for the weekend, at 1953 hours one Friday night. Captain Hooper was at the wheel and with a few concise, snappy orders given in true nautical phraseology soon had his A.B's thoroughly confused. Nevertheless the indomitable'Commander soon had the craft and "OPERATION VIKINGTI under water (sorry Jiml) under way. For the first two miles or so our way was lighted by bushfires which had been burning all that day in the Kuring-gai Chase area. Once we left them behind, however, the only thing visible was the skyline along the ridges on either side of the water. However, this did not seem to stop the inimitable Captain Hooper from attempting to push on at breakneck speed. Of course, such places as Jerusalem Bay (which was clearly marked by three illuminated brass balls) were easily recognised, even in the pitch dark. But I still maintain that seven knots on a night like the inside of Bunnerong is suicidal.
+This historic trip was accomplished by those renowned walkers Jim Hooper, Ken Meadows, Frank Young, Keith Renwick and.... I also went on this trip. It was accomplished in a 25ft Halvorsen cruiser and needless to say all the walking done was between the bunks, the stove, and the steering wheel. Yes, now you have it. Of course we didn't walk 120 miles in three days. Not the terrible quartet (you will note I exclude myself).
-Fortunately, however, I was saved from becoming another "Diogenes" by the fact that, just as I was about to make a rather heated comment
-on our speed, Keith Renwick took the wheel for his trick" (I think that is the correct term - is it not JIm?). Knowing that Keith is an even more cautious type than myself, and knowing that he would stop dead if we so much as passed a single pebble which he couldntt account for, I joined the other three on the bunks (get that fellow prospectives, bunks, things for spinebashing on). UNFORTUNATELY, the confidence I had placed in Keithts judgment over the years I had known him was rudely shattered soon after we had safely passed beneath the Hawkesbury Rail Bridge. The boat gave a tremendous shudder and on investigation it appeared that
+Getting down to the trip itself we left Bobbin Head boatshed, where the cruiser was hired for the weekend, at 1953 hours one Friday night. Captain Hooper was at the wheel and with a few concise, snappy orders given in true nautical phraseology soon had his A.B's thoroughly confused. Nevertheless the indomitable Commander soon had the craft and "OPERATION VIKING" under water (sorry Jim!) under way. For the first two miles or so our way was lighted by bushfires which had been burning all that day in the Kuring-gai Chase area. Once we left them behind, however, the only thing visible was the skyline along the ridges on either side of the water. However, this did not seem to stop the inimitable Captain Hooper from attempting to push on at breakneck speed. Of course, such places as Jerusalem Bay (which was clearly marked by three illuminated brass balls) were easily recognised, even in the pitch dark. But I still maintain that seven knots on a night like the inside of Bunnerong is suicidal.
-Keith had tried to take the road bridge with him. On investigation we were told he had been expecting Peat's Ferry not a bridge that by
-rights shouldn't be there. This I admit customers set us all back on our feet until Ken suddenly pointed out the cause of the trouble. We
+Fortunately, however, I was saved from becoming another "Diogenes" by the fact that, just as I was about to make a rather heated comment on our speed, Keith Renwick took the wheel for his "trick" (I think that is the correct term - is it not Jim?). Knowing that Keith is an even more cautious type than myself, and knowing that he would stop dead if we so much as passed a single pebble which he couldn't account for, I joined the other three on the bunks (get that fellow prospectives, bunks, things for spinebashing on). UNFORTUNATELY, the confidence I had placed in Keith's judgment over the years I had known him was rudely shattered soon after we had safely passed beneath the Hawkesbury Rail Bridge. The boat gave a tremendous shudder and on investigation it appeared that Keith had tried to take the road bridge with him. On investigation we were told he had been expecting Peat's Ferry not a bridge that by rights shouldn't be there. This I admit customers set us all back on our feet until Ken suddenly pointed out the cause of the trouble. We were only a very short distance from Mud Island Mental Home. (I had wondered why I had suddenly felt an urge to get out and run alongside the launch. Now I knew.)
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-were only a very short distance from Mud Island Mental Home.(I had wondered why I had suddenly felt an urge to get out aad run alongside the launch. Now I knew.)
+Ken, the only member of the crew who was without nostalgic memories of this happy spot (he was a Gladesville boy himself), steered us safely past and Keith again took over. While everyone else did some solid spinebashing (prospectives!) Keith guided us up the river past Bar Point, Pumpkin Point, Big Jim's Point, and on to Mangrove Creek. Here a very important conferelce was held. The original plan had been to anchor here for the night but everyone had so far got in so much spinebashing that no one quite felt like sleep (or so I was told for I was quietly snoring on the starboard bunk). However, they finally continued with first of all Ken at the wheel and then Frank and Jim together substituting for yours truly, still snoring soundly, away on the starboard bunk. (Ah! the blissfulness of it, fellow prospectives, you've got to try it to believe it.)
-Ken, the only member of the crew who was without nostalgic memories of this happy spot (he was a Gladesville boy himself), steered us safely past and Keith again took over. While everyone else did some solid spinebashing (prospectivesI) Keith guided us up the river past Bar Point, P-%/Ipkin Point, Big Jim's Point, and on to Mangrove Creek. Here a very important conferelce was held. The original plan had been to anchor here for the night but everyone had so far got in so much sioinebashing that no one quite felt like sleep (or so I was told for I was quietly snoring on the starboard bunk). However, they finally continued with first of all Ken at the wheel and then Frank and Jim together substituting for yours truly, still snoring soundly, away on the starboard bunk. (Ahl the blissfulness of it, fellow prospectives, you've got to try it to believe it.)
-This exhausting effort on my part landed us at Wiseman's Ferry at 0130 hours at which time I was rudely awakened in order to be informed that we were anchored and it was time to retire (be sure you pick more ccnsiderate companions when you go).
+This exhausting effort on my part landed us at Wiseman's Ferry at 0130 hours at which time I was rudely awakened in order to be informed that we were anchored and it was time to retire (be sure you pick more considerate companions when you go).
-At 0830 hours I was awoken again but this time I had no objections whatsoever. There straight in front of me lay the most beautiful scene imaginable. By ordinary standards it was not out of the ordinary. But I had just enjoyed the longest sleep I'd had for weeks. There were no
-worries on my mind. Technical College had closed, the Finals were aver, there were two clear days ahead before returning to the salt mines and there before my eyes lay this scene. There was the river stretching into the distance with bright green reeds against the dark green of the ridges and to cap it all a clear blue sky with one or two scattered clouds and just enough breeze to stop it from being too hot. I lay there daydreaming till the otters woke up then I put my thoughts into action. Grabbing the camera in one hand and green filter and lens hood in the other I headed for the dinghy closely followed by Keith. By the time our shutter clicking orgy was finished breakfast in some mysterious fashion had made its appearance on the table. At 1104 hours we f:nally got under way and several minutes later arrived at Upper Wiseman',, Ferry. Here Jim and Ken went ashore to find out if we could get petrol th,a following day (Sunday) if we needed it. Of course the fact that the local hostelry was on the opposite side of the road to the service station may have nothing whatsoever to do with the fact that thcy didn't arrive back till 1204 hours but I ask you. One hour to walk two hundred yards and back and ask one simprE quesTia (halHal),
+At 0830 hours I was awoken again but this time I had no objections whatsoever. There straight in front of me lay the most beautiful scene imaginable. By ordinary standards it was not out of the ordinary. But I had just enjoyed the longest sleep I'd had for weeks. There were no worries on my mind. Technical College had closed, the Finals were over, there were two clear days ahead before returning to the salt mines and there before my eyes lay this scene. There was the river stretching into the distance with bright green reeds against the dark green of the ridges and to cap it all a clear blue sky with one or two scattered clouds and just enough breeze to stop it from being too hot. I lay there daydreaming till the others woke up then I put my thoughts into action. Grabbing the camera in one hand and green filter and lens hood in the other I headed for the dinghy closely followed by Keith. By the time our shutter clicking orgy was finished breakfast in some mysterious fashion had made its appearance on the table. At 1104 hours we finally got under way and several minutes later arrived at Upper Wiseman's Ferry. Here Jim and Ken went ashore to find out if we could get petrol the following day (Sunday) if we needed it. Of course the fact that the local hostelry was on the opposite side of the road to the service station may have nothing whatsoever to do with the fact that thcy didn't arrive back till 1204 hours but __I ask you__. One hour to walk two hundred yards and back and ask one simple question (Ha!Ha!).
-Having hoisted them aboard we moved off and throbbed steadily upstream at a steady seven knots. Quite a lot of driftwood was met with but all was avoided till I discovered that by standing-on the seat behind the steering wheel and using your foot you could steer ald look at the scenery (with your head through the hatch) at the same 1-Imc,. Unfortunately I paid TOO much attention to the scenery (ESPECY THE CURVES) End managed to run into the biggest lot yet encounter f,12 travelling at full speed (but I still haven't managed to wovk Frank (sorry!) got there).
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+Having hoisted them aboard we moved off and throbbed steadily upstream at a steady seven knots. Quite a lot of driftwood was met with but all was avoided till I discovered that by standing on the seat behind the steering wheel and using your foot you could steer and look at the scenery (with your head through the hatch) at the same time. Unfortunately I paid TOO much attention to the scenery (ESPECIALLY THE CURVES) and managed to run into the biggest lot yet encounter while travelling at full speed (but I still haven't managed to work out how Frank (sorry!) got there).
 About two hours after leaving Wiseman's we reached the Colo and proceeding up it till out of sight of the main river we moored in a quiet spot for lunch. Here everyone suddenly came to life and cameras appeared from all corners and much evidence of the perfect suitability of this method of travel for spinebashing was collected.
-An hour later we set off again heading upstream at a steady pace until the setback of a very low road bridge was encountered. But this did not stop the terrible quintet for long. Retiring downstream we quickly dismantled the mast with the aid of a screwdriver and returned to the fray. This time we made it with exactly an inch and a half to spare and the dire prophecy of an ominiscent local to the effect that we wouldn't get one hundred -yards before we got stuck ringing in our ears. Captain Hooper merely gave a scornful laugh at this but posted yours truly and Frank Young in the bows with a lead which Jim had thoughtfully brought along with instructions to give a yell if the soundings fell below a fathom. This wasn't long in happening but with the scornful words of the local still in our ears, the local still in sight, and a firm belief that the launch didn't draw more than eighteen inches of water we gave each a meaning look and agreed that we'd get the launch up to the telegraph line crossing the Colo above this bridge or bust. The soundings fell to four feet, then three feet, then two feet and back to three, then back to two and still we kept going. Soon we came to a clear sandy bottom which we could clearly see two or three feet below the keel of the launch without any need for the lead but still we kept the rest in ignorance. Then we saw the telegraph line and let forth a triumphant cheer.
-"Okay, stop her" we shouted "and have a look over the side"I
+An hour later we set off again heading upstream at a steady pace until the setback of a very low road bridge was encountered. But this did not stop the terrible quintet for long. Retiring downstream we quickly dismantled the mast with the aid of a screwdriver and returned to the fray. This time we made it with exactly an inch and a half to spare and the dire prophecy of an ominiscent local to the effect that we wouldn't get one hundred yards before we got stuck ringing in our ears. Captain Hooper merely gave a scornful laugh at this but posted yours truly and Frank Young in the bows with a lead which Jim had thoughtfully brought along with instructions to give a yell if the soundings fell below a fathom. This wasn't long in happening but with the scornful words of the local still in our ears, the local still in sight, and a firm belief that the launch didn't draw more than eighteen inches of water we gave each a meaning look and agreed that we'd get the launch up to the telegraph line crossing the Colo above this bridge or bust. The soundings fell to four feet, then three feet, then two feet and back to three, then back to two and still we kept going. Soon we came to a clear sandy bottom which we could clearly see two or three feet below the keel of the launch without any need for the lead but still we kept the rest in ignorance. Then we saw the telegraph line and let forth a triumphant cheer.
+"Okay, stop her" we shouted "and have a look over the side"!
 Gently Frank and I laid them out side by side on the floor and then went ashore to record this historic event with our cameras. Unfortunately I ruined my effort (the last on the roll) by moving the camera but Frank's shot will record this event for posterity.
 When we returned the others were just recovering and by the time we got under way again it was 1710 hours. Then our glorious effort ended in an anti-climax. After getting down below the bridge again and restoring our mast to its normal position we GOT STUCK and not once but THREE TIMES.
-We finally arrived at Wiseman's at 2022 hours and after mooring started to settle down for the night. Fortunately I stepped out for
- a look at the stars and at the same time Jim, who was fiddling around with a prismatic compass, took a second bearing on the ferry within five minutes of the first.
+We finally arrived at Wiseman's at 2022 hours and after mooring started to settle down for the night. Fortunately I stepped out for a look at the stars and at the same time Jim, who was fiddling around with a prismatic compass, took a second bearing on the ferry within five minutes of the first.
-"That's funny", Jim said to no one in particular "its different. The boat must have moved."
+"That's funny", Jim said to no one in particular "it's different. The boat must have moved."
 I took a look at the shore at this, I didn't have to look far, it was right under my nose. Considering we had anchored about two hundred yards out in the stream the effect on my nervous system can be imagined.
-"Start the engine, Frank", I screamed in my best falsetto. Frank looked startled and Jim stuck his head out to see what was going an and then added his voice to mine. Fortunately we were in time, but only
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+"Start the engine, Frank", I screamed in my best falsetto. Frank looked startled and Jim stuck his head out to see what was going an and then added his voice to mine. Fortunately we were in time, but only just. After the excitement had worn off and both anchors had been well and truly stuck in the mud everyone retired to bed.
-just. After the excitement had worn off and both anchors had been well and truly stuck in the mud everyone retired to bed.
-Next morning after breakfast a short run was made up the Macdonald River then back to Wiseman's Ferry for some petrol. The good ship LHG left Wiseman's on the return journey at 1220 hours on Sunday and made good progress until Bar Point was reached. Here we ran into a head wind and when the Hawke sbury Bridge was reached all cameras were out but not very many shots were taken as the afternoon was dull and the choppiness of the water made high shutter speeds necessary. Once we left the Hawkesbury and came out into the open area of Broken Bay our speed was reduced to a crawl and we burnt petrol at such a rate we had to put into Jerusalem Bay to get some more. Unfortunately the boatshed was closed and we had to borrow some from another Halvorsen with the aid of rubber tubing (from a snakebite outfit) of approximately i" diameter, and a two- pint billycan. The headwinds had already made us late and This last operation held us back nearly another hour with the consequence that we arrived back at Bobbin Head Boatshed nearly two hours later than we had told them to expect us.
+Next morning after breakfast a short run was made up the Macdonald River then back to Wiseman's Ferry for some petrol. The good ship LHG left Wiseman's on the return journey at 1220 hours on Sunday and made good progress until Bar Point was reached. Here we ran into a head wind and when the Hawkesbury Bridge was reached all cameras were out but not very many shots were taken as the afternoon was dull and the choppiness of the water made high shutter speeds necessary. Once we left the Hawkesbury and came out into the open area of Broken Bay our speed was reduced to a crawl and we burnt petrol at such a rate we had to put into Jerusalem Bay to get some more. Unfortunately the boatshed was closed and we had to borrow some from another Halvorsen with the aid of rubber tubing (from a snakebite outfit) of approximately 1/8" diameter, and a two-pint billycan. The headwinds had already made us late and this last operation held us back nearly another hour with the consequence that we arrived back at Bobbin Head Boatshed nearly two hours later than we had told them to expect us.
-Nevertheless we had had a great weekend and I can truthfully say the most enjoyable I've spent for years. Naturally Halvorsen's aren't exactly hired for nothing but the total cost for each member of our party of five (the boat will comfortably hold six) including food and all fuel, etc. was Z3.10.0. Considering all the mod, cons. aboard (such as icechest, gas stove, Dunlopillo mattresses on all four bunks and more for free if wanted, radio, LC., etc.) and the privacy, and the choice of going or stopping as you feel, this is a fleabite.
+Nevertheless we had had a great weekend and I can truthfully say the most enjoyable I've spent for years. Naturally Halvorsen's aren't exactly hired for nothing but the total cost for each member of our party of five (the boat will comfortably hold six) including food and all fuel, etc. was £3.10.0. Considering all the mod. cons. aboard (such as icechest, gas stove, Dunlopillo mattresses on all four bunks and more for free if wanted, radio, WC., etc.) and the privacy, and the choice of going or stopping as you feel, this is a fleabite.
 (Note. By special arrangement with the management several snaps of the extensive spinebashing are on view on the notice board for the benefit of other prospectives.)
-mamallasnlalalisemOuallounlmosime
-IDEAS AIND SUGGESTIONS FOR THE REUNION.
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+=====Ideas And Suggestions For The Reunion.=====
 Last year's Reunion Committee, consisting of Gil Webb, Kevin Ardill, Ern French and Edna Stretton, has been reformed to organise the coming Reunion. When this Committee meets in the near future various items will come up for discussion so if anyone has any suggestions for the following subjects please contact a Committee member and pass on your ideas.
-(1) Opening procedure for the campfire - this must be simple and impressive.
-(2) Initiation ceremony for new members - this must be short
+  - Opening procedure for the campfire - this must be simple and impressive.
-and sweet but we do not want a repetition of last years
+  - Initiation ceremony for new members - this must be short and sweet but we do not want a repetition of last year's effort where we almost killed some of the unfortunate victims.
-effort where we almost killed some of the unfortunate victims.
+  - Activities etc. for Sunday - such things as damper competitions and the like.
-(3) Activities etc. for Sunday - such things as damper competitions and the like.
-One other point, campfire items in the form of songs, qket-ches and entertainment from me-Abeps or groups of member are required so vilny not
+One other point, campfire items in the form of songs, sketches and entertainment from membeps or groups of members are required so why not get your heads together now, and work out some really good sketches? Gil Webb will be enquiring for such items for inclusion in the campfire programme. Remember it's your Reunion, so let's get together and make it the best ever.
-get your heads together now, and work out some really good sketches? Gil Webb will be enquiring for such items for inclusion in the campfire programme. Remember it's your Reunion, so let's get together and make it the best ever.
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-WITH EYES THAT DO NOT SEE
+=====With Eyes That Do Not See.=====
 By Allen A. Strom.
-Maybe you've met him too: The bloke who's GOT to have it rough and tough, who laughs at the simple beauty of a rural setting and whose parochial limkts of mind lead him to believe that there's no land but the Blue Mount&Ins. You organise yourself flat to get the party through
-f new country, you feel flushed with success; he growls about the waste of time and money ... the bloke that looks with eyes that do not see!
+Maybe you've met him too! The bloke who's GOT to have it rough and tough, who laughs at the simple beauty of a rural setting and whose parochial limits of mind lead him to believe that there's no land but the Blue Mountains. You organise yourself flat to get the party through new country, you feel flushed with success; he growls about the waste of time and money... the bloke that looks with eyes that do not see!
-  Perhaps I've got things wrong; but for what it's worth, I'd like
-to contend that there's more in our ramblings than hgetting on to good walking countryh. Often we are ready to give opinions on technical problems of land usage and to bandy geographical terms because we've
+Perhaps I've got things wrong; but for what it's worth, I'd like to contend that there's more in our ramblings than "getting on to good walking country". Often we are ready to give opinions on technical problems of land usage and to bandy geographical terms because we've "been about". If that is so, then let's see that the trips we organise aim at giving a clear concept of the build of our native land aad how Man is using (or mis-using) it.
-problems
- about". If that is so, then let's see that the trips we organise aim at giving a clear concept of the build of our native land aad how Man is using (or mis-using) it.
 It is not enough to look however, since one must see with knowing eyes -- an uncommon attribute of your common and garden variety of tourist who, having heard the jargon "education by travel", continues to perambulate with self-satisfaction but very little benefit.
-It is very difficult to give children from the West a clear conception of amountain or to adequately impress upon them the difficulties that the broken, stoney ridges gave the early explorers. Conversely, I have met many grown-ups who thought the world was a land of mountains and coastal plains. The city dweller is particularly prone to these errors of judgment and there would appear to be much of 'this kind of ignorance wrapped up in the urban versus rural hatreds.
-On the score of this hypothesis, any land is worth visiting, at least once if not more frequently.... and this can apply even to the most wretched; for as citizens we are often called upon to approve or
+It is very difficult to give children from the West a clear conception of a mountain or to adequately impress upon them the difficulties that the broken, stoney ridges gave the early explorers. Conversely, I have met many grown-ups who thought the world was a land of mountains and coastal plains. The city dweller is particularly prone to these errors of judgment and there would appear to be much of this kind of ignorance wrapped up in the urban versus rural hatreds.
-disapprove of government policy (or public opinion) with regard to such lands. Even beauty has no particular habitat as Paterson reminds us ...
-"River or maintain or shining star, There's never a sight can beat ... Away to the skyline stretching far, The endless mile of the wheat."
+On the score of this hypothesis, any land is worth visiting, at least once if not more frequently.... and this can apply even to the most wretched; for as citizens we are often called upon to approve or disapprove of government policy (or public opinion) with regard to such lands. Even beauty has no particular habitat as Paterson reminds us...
-Have you ever tried to visualise a district before you visited it? Perhaps we read what we can and build upon the concepts that past
+"River or maintain or shining star,\\
-" experiences have given. Not infrequently we miss the 'bus' entirely. So often the source of information is doubtful   written at second
+There's never a sight can beat ...\\
-or third'hand or worse. Has your idea of tableland, or slopes, or Riverina, or Gippsland always measured up in actuality? Does a trip leave an impression of the land's geography upon you?
+Away to the skyline stretching far,\\
-An efficient map reader whilst looking at flat sheets, transforms the details into relief; mental recall of the map will come thereafter, in relief, assisted therein by actual observations in the field. Our geographical knowledge of our native land needs to bear that stamp ...
+The endless mile of the wheat."
-.
-the land in relief, plants and animals, Man's pursuits and social living knit together like a mighty jig-saw all built up by first hand observation from eyes that lock AND SEE. This is patriotism of the first order!
+Have you ever tried to visualise a district before you visited it? Perhaps we read what we can and build upon the concepts that past experiences have given. Not infrequently we miss the 'bus' entirely. So often the source of information is doubtful ... written at second or third hand or worse. Has your idea of tableland, or slopes, or Riverina, or Gippsland always measured up in actuality? Does a trip leave an impression of the land's geography upon you?
-=.0.1.1MEMMEll
-TEE NORTH OF ENGLAND.
+An efficient map reader whilst looking at flat sheets, transforms the details into relief; mental recall of the map will come thereafter, in relief, assisted therein by actual observations in the field. Our geographical knowledge of our native land needs to bear that stamp ... the land in relief, plants and animals, Man's pursuits and social living knit together like a mighty jig-saw all built up by first hand observation from eyes that look AND SEE. This is patriotism of the first order!
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+=====The North Of England.=====
 By E. Rowen.
 It's not far. off Springtime in England and this period could be ideally spent in the Lake District.
 The days are frosty and there is still a bit of snow on the mountains. The ideal starting off place is Windermere, situated on Lake Windermere, site of many speedboat records. On arrival at Windermere we have usually made for the Y.H.A. Hostel just outside the town and spent the night there.
 The next day can be spent walking across to Grasmere via Ambleside. Ambleside is situated at the north end of Lake Windermere and is a very pretty place. Incidentally, it is possible to take trips on Lake Windermere, steamers making round trips. From Ambleside we continue on to Grasmere for the night.
 Grasmere is another pretty spot and was where the famous Wordsworth had his home. His grave can be seen in the churchyard.
-Froth Grasmere we set out over Helvellyn to Patterdale on Lake Ullswater. The climb up to Helvellyn is quite enjoyable and the top of this mountain, when reached, is as flat as a pancake. In fact, there is a tablet stating that a small aircraft had once landed there.
-From the top we go down to Patterdale via Striding Edge, a sawtooth ridge stretching down into the valley. Although q uite accessible, this ridge has a few exciting spots on it.
+From Grasmere we set out over Helvellyn to Patterdale on Lake Ullswater. The climb up to Helvellyn is quite enjoyable and the top of this mountain, when reached, is as flat as a pancake. In fact, there is a tablet stating that a small aircraft had once landed there.
+From the top we go down to Patterdale via Striding Edge, a sawtooth ridge stretching down into the valley. Although quite accessible, this ridge has a few exciting spots on it.
 After spending the night at Patterdale we walk over the hills to Keswick. A pleasant walk, but without any outstanding features.
 Keswick is probably the largest of the Lakeland villages. To the north Saddleback Mountain rises up, while Lake Derwentwater lies to the south.
-From Keswick we go by bus to Seetoller from where we start to climb by the road up to the Homster Pass. Almost at the top of the Pass is a state quarry and one can spend an hour or so watching the large slabs of slate being split up into houe slates. The splitting is done by hand and the slates are used throughout the British Isles instead of tiles.
-From Homster we climb up on to Green Gable, down a saddle and up
+From Keswick we go by bus to Seetoller from where we start to climb by the road up to the Homster Pass. Almost at the top of the Pass is a state quarry and one can spend an hour or so watching the large slabs of slate being split up into house slates. The splitting is done by hand and the slates are used throughout the British Isles instead of tiles.
-on to Great Gable (the climber's paradise). From the top of Great Gable the view is magnificent looking down Wastwater. On the left hand side of Wastwater are Wasdale Screes and during s torms the lightning sometimes
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+From Homster we climb up on to Green Gable, down a saddle and up on to Great Gable (the climber's paradise). From the top of Great Gable the view is magnificent looking down Wastwater. On the left hand side of Wastwater are Wasdale Screes and during s torms the lightning sometimes strikes the screes mhich move down into the Lake causing a tidal wave. Some years ago a car travelling along the road on the opposite side of the lake was wrecked by one of the waves and the occupants killed.
-strikes the screes Which move down into the Lake causing a tidal wave. Some years ago a car travelling along the road on the opposite side of the lake was wrecked by one of the- waves and the occupants killed.
-Just under Great Gable is Black Sail Pass and there is a Youth Hostel in this Pass which is most useful, particularly to climbers who wish to-spend a few days on Great Gable.
+Just under Great Gable is Black Sail Pass and there is a Youth Hostel in this Pass which is most useful, particularly to climbers who wish to spend a few days on Great Gable.
-After the night at Black Sail Hut we set out over the Pass down to the foot of Scafell Pike, England's highest mountain. Climbing to the top a similar view to that from Great Gable is obtained, but we must regretfully move on vfa Langdale Pikes to Grasmere.
+After the night at Black Sail Hut we set out over the Pass down to the foot of Scafell Pike, England's highest mountain. Climbing to the top a similar view to that from Great Gable is obtained, but we must regretfully move on via Langdale Pikes to Grasmere.
 The times involved in this average a day between Youth Hostels. However a check can readily be made at any of the Y.H.A. centres in England who have booklets on the various districts you wish to visit and make suggestions as to trips.
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