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-THE SOCIAL PAST.
+===== The Social Past. =====
-OCTOBER 21ST. EMBERS' SLIDES.
-Thanks to those photographers who saved the day when the Colour Slide Competition was postponed. Jack Wren gave an emcellent story in colour of the "Slow Trip down the Kowmung", Christmas 1958-99, and incidentally confirmed the accuracy of Pam Baker's comic sketches which illustrated Alex Colley's article (April issue of the.:SydneyBushwalker).
+=== October 21st. Members' Slides. ===
-THE SCENIC COLOUR SLIDE COMPETITION - OCTOBER 2nH.
+Thanks to those photographers who saved the day when the Colour Slide Competition was postponed. Jack Wren gave an excellent story in colour of the "Slow Trip down the Kowmung", Christmas 1958-99, and incidentally confirmed the accuracy of Pam Baker's comic sketches which illustrated Alex Colley's article (April issue of the Sydney Bushwalker).
+=== The Scenic Colour Slide Competition - October 28th. ===
 About 20 contributors showed 100 slides. The standard, uniformly high, was the best for some years.
-Bruce McInnes George Gray
-Len Fall Mike Peryman
+Bruce McInnes / George Gray - equal First.
-)) equal First
-Second Third.
+Len Fall - Second.
-Have you been up the Devil's Hole recently? If you intend to, beware'.
-.A track (fire access) has been cleared alongside the old walking trail from the Pubsite up past the swamp. Be careful:to pick the old trail, from this point because
+Mike Peryman - Third.
-The bulldozed horror keeps to the right of the creek and starts tu go up and up and up, and after you've staggered up this 1 in I incline it just disappears and you follow a goat track which leads to the cliff line. Scramble around to the left and behold', a massive steel ladder complete with safety guard zooms into
-a chimney and you end up near the start of the Narrow Neck track. This safety
+----
-guard is a tight squeeze for anyone but the oh so slim. We understand that you can follow the cliff line around to the Devil's Hole, but give me the old graded (even if washed away) track any day.
-The recent Nattai party found that a good road (coal mine) now leads to the valley near Sheehes Pass so that you can taxi down on a Friday night. UnfOrtunater the valley has been messed up for a few miles, but walking is pleasant further up.
+Have you been up the Devil's Hole recently? If you intend to, beware!
-Late-riser was just stirring fram dluMber when from outside the tent came "Oh2 look at the White ants".
-Late-riser leapt indignantly from her tent, ready with excuse and/or abuse, but was halted by the sight of Dad and daughter studying a colony of ISOPTERA.'
+A track (fire access) has been cleared alongside the old walking trail from the Pub site up past the swamp. Be careful to pick the old trail from this point because...
+The bulldozed horror keeps to the right of the creek and starts to go up and up and up, and after you've staggered up this 1 in 1 incline it just disappears and you follow a goat track which leads to the cliff line. Scramble around to the left and behold! a massive steel ladder complete with safety guard zooms into a chimney and you end up near the start of the Narrow Neck track. This safety guard is a tight squeeze for anyone but the oh so slim. We understand that you can follow the cliff line around to the Devil's Hole, but give me the old graded (even if washed away) track any day.
+----
+The recent Nattai party found that a good road (coal mine) now leads to the valley near Sheehy's Pass so that you can taxi down on a Friday night. Unfortunater the valley has been messed up for a few miles, but walking is pleasant further up.
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+Late-riser was just stirring from slumber when from outside the tent came "Oh, look at the white ants".
+Late-riser leapt indignantly from her tent, ready with excuse and/or abuse, but was halted by the sight of Dad and daughter studying a colony of Isoptera.
 Moral - If the cap fits, wear it.
-.
-THE 'WALKING TRIAL.
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-TIE TRIP DONN HARRY'S.
+===== The Walking Trial. The Trip Down Harry's. =====
 Helen Barrett.
-At 445 the alarm-clock dutifully went off, and half an hour later (after convincing themselves that that noise in Devil's Coachhouse was really only an owl, or spmething) three bodies emerged from their bags, ate a hearty breakfast a quarter of a billy of tea and five apricots) and pushed off.
-An ill-chosen adviser had assured them that they wouldn't get wet until the last stages of Harry's River, but needless to say by six o'clock number one had fallen offa plank, number two had slipped off a rock, and these two, with dispositions to suit the hour of the morning, had pushed in number three
+At 4.45 the alarm-clock dutifully went off, and half an hour later (after convincing themselves that that noise in Devil's Coachhouse was really only an owl, or something) three bodies emerged from their bags, ate a hearty breakfast (a quarter of a billy of tea and five apricots) and pushed off.
-Despite care taken, number one's shorts were ripped by 7.30, number two's by 8 o'clock, and as number three spent the trip partially submerged in the water, the condition of her didn't really matter. By 8 o' clock, the three, having morn down to their underwear, found themselves sprinting with remarkable agility towards the nearest bush vhenever they so much as heard a bird whistle.
-All in all the trip was without much incident but was great fun. The Cox was reached before four, but owing to the advice"you'll just about run up to Carlon's Creek in half an hour" (given by another ill-chosen adviser), too much time was taken strolling along the Cox and the beginning of Breakfast Creek. Needless to say, by 5.30 they were searching high and low for Carlon's Creek.
+An ill-chosen adviser had assured them that they wouldn't get wet until the last stages of Harry's River, but needless to say by six o'clock number one had fallen off a plank, number two had slipped off a rock, and these two, with dispositions to suit the hour of the morning, had pushed in number three.
-.
-Three hours and three miles later it was found. So with the thought of a meal ahead (5 more apricots) and the imaginary (?) snell of smoke to egg than on, they dethemselves respectable (?) again and finally made Carlon's with loss of morale and a mere 190 points.
+Despite care taken, number one's shorts were ripped by 7.30, number two's by 8 o'clock, and as number three spent the trip partially submerged in the water, the condition of her didn't really matter. By 8 o'clock, the three, having worn down to their underwear, found themselves sprinting with remarkable agility towards the nearest bush whenever they so much as heard a bird whistle.
-WALKING TRIAL PLACIMS.
-. The Stitts and Garth Coulter - Breakfast Creek - Cox's River White Dog ,.. (11 hours, 55 minutes)
+All in all the trip was without much incident but was great fun. The Cox was reached before four, but owing to the advice "you'll just about run up to Carlon's Creek in half an hour" (given by another ill-chosen adviser), too much time was taken strolling along the Cox and the beginning of Breakfast Creek. Needless to say, by 5.30 they were searching high and low for Carlon's Creek.
-. The Esgates and Heather Joyce - Mbrong Creek, Guouogang, North Ridge, Harry's River Canyon,
-GaloRg Creek ., (11 hours, 45 minutes)
+Three hours and three miles later it was found. So with the thought of a meal ahead (5 more apricots) and the imaginary (?) smell of smoke to egg than on, they made themselves respectable (?) again and finally made Carlon's with loss of morale and a mere 190 points.
-. Eileen Taylor, Judy Wagg, Frank Young - Breakfast Creek,
-ScrUbber's Hump - Harry's
+----
-River - Black Range - Cox's
-River, Galong Creek ...
+=== Walking Trial Placings. ===
-(12 hours, 20 minutes)
-SEENIN PROFUSION -
+. The Stitts and Garth Coulter - Breakfast Creek - Cox's River - White Dog ... (11 hours, 55 minutes).
+. The Esgates and Heather Joyce - Morong Creek, Guouogang, North Ridge, Harry's River Canyon, Galong Creek ... (11 hours, 45 minutes)
+. Eileen Taylor, Judy Wagg, Frank Young - Breakfast Creek, Scrubber's Hump - Harry's River - Black Range - Cox's River, Galong Creek ... (12 hours, 20 minutes).
+----
+=== Seen In Profusion - ===
 Waratahs in Nellie's Glen and along Narrow Neck.
-Wallabies or Kangaroos orWallaroos (they hopped anyhow) by the dozen in the Galong -Black Jerry's area.
+Wallabies or Kangaroos or Wallaroos (they hopped anyhow) by the dozen in the Galong - Black Jerry's area.
 Rabbits along Cox's Ewer.
-"ROUND ABOUT THE 11,1C.ES'l
-'
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+=== Hatswell's Taxi and Tourist Service. ===
+For all your transport problems contact Hatswell's Taxi and Tourist Service. Ring, write, wire or call any hour, day or night.
+'Phone: Blackheath W459 or W151. Booking Office - 4 doors from Gardner's Inn Hote1 (look for the neon sign.)
+Speedy 5 or 8 passenger cars available. Large or small parties catered for.
+Fares:
+  * Kanangra Walls - 30/- per head (minimum 5 passengers)
+  * Perry's Lookdown - 3/- per head (minimum 5 passengers)
+  * Jenolan State Forest - 20/- per head (minimum 5 passengers)
+  * Carlon's Farm - 10/- per head (minimum 5 passengers)
+We will be pleased to quote other trips or special parties on application.
+----
+===== "Round About The Lakes." =====
 Sheila Binns.
-We are coming to the end of a lovely summer now - at least we ought to be since it is nearly the middle of September, so that even if the dry weather persists, -which heaven forbid for reasons hereinafter stated, we cannot expect the heat to hold much longer - and it really has been phenominal for England. Following a dry, very foggy, though not too cold a winter (we only had a slight fall of snow in these parts, with below freezing temperatures for about a month) we had a rather miserable and wet Easter, since then, however, it has been just about perfect.
-This summer I decided to make the effort to get out and about; to a certain extent I have succeeded. In April I rejoined the Youth Hostels Association and at the beginning of May had my first long cycling trip for many a moon. On Friday nigh-6s there is a convenient train from nearby Rochdale to,York, which arrives just before closing time. It was dark when I reached York, but having memorised the street plan of the town I was quite confident  of finding the hostel -cidth trouble, just a matter of two left turns and I would be on the main road which passes the door. Oh dear: Unfortunately I did not realise that the first left turn was immediately inside the city walls, I went on too far, ending up in a maze of one-way streets all of which seemed to have the "No Entry" sign facing me: Eventually I found a way through and got to the hostel a few minutes before 10.30 p m., after which the weekend went quite smoothly. Saturday, morning the idea was to roam round York and collect colour slides, and despite the fact the sun was slightly temperamental and usually managed to bide behind a bank of cloud at all crucial moments, I managed to get a few shots of the old, city walls, the Minster, and one or two other
+We are coming to the end of a lovely summer now - at least we ought to be since it is nearly the middle of September, so that even if the dry weather persists, which heaven forbid for reasons hereinafter stated, we cannot expect the heat to hold much longer - and it really has been phenominal for England. Following a dry, very foggy, though not too cold a winter (we only had a slight fall of snow in these parts, with below freezing temperatures for about a month) we had a rather miserable and wet Easter, since then, however, it has been just about perfect.
-FOR ALL YOUR TRANSPORT PROBLEMS
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+This summer I decided to make the effort to get out and about; to a certain extent I have succeeded. In April I rejoined the Youth Hostels Association and at the beginning of May had my first long cycling trip for many a moon. On Friday nights there is a convenient train from nearby Rochdale to York, which arrives just before closing time. It was dark when I reached York, but having memorised the street plan of the town I was quite confident  of finding the hostel with little trouble, just a matter of two left turns and I would be on the main road which passes the door. Oh dear! Unfortunately I did not realise that the first left turn was immediately inside the city walls, I went on too far, ending up in a maze of one-way streets all of which seemed to have the "No Entry" sign facing me! Eventually I found a way through and got to the hostel a few minutes before 10.30 p.m., after which the weekend went quite smoothly. Saturday, morning the idea was to roam round York and collect colour slides, and despite the fact the sun was slightly temperamental and usually managed to hide behind a bank of cloud at all crucial moments, I managed to get a few shots of the old city walls, the Minster, and one or two other places which have a niche in history. After lunch I remounted the iron steed and turned westwards, into the teeth of a howling wind, for the hostel at Burley Woodhead, situated high up on the edge of Ilkley Moor with a grand view right across Wharfedale. Sunday morning did not look too promising, but the rain which was falling at breakfast time ceased just as I was leaving, after a few miles the clouds parted, and then just as I got to Bolton Abbey the sun came down in force, giving a golden opportunity to take photos. After being snap-happy in the vicinity of said Abbey and further up the Dale at the Strid, I set off homewards, and was very tired by the time I got back, having cycled just over 100 miles.
--1,.4.TS1EIL'S  All & TOURIST sEav-Icz
-RING, WRITE, WIRE or CALL
+A Friday night in June again saw me on the train for York, but this time my route was to take me to Ripon and Fountains Abbey, thence up Wensleydale to the hostel at Aysgarth Falls, from where I intended to "drop over" into Swaledale to Richmond, to take some shots of the old castle there. However, although it was fine practically the whole of the weekend the lighting was very poor for Kodachrome, and again the And was-blowing gustily. At Fountains Abbey I managed to take a few slides, not too brilliant, but the idea of Swaledale was abandoned next morning, the clouds were low and black and there was a head wind which would be encountered all the way down the Vale of York making cycling very much a hard labour, so I set off back to that city by the shortest possible route. It was just as well, my legs were very weary by the time I reached the station, and the extra 30 miles to Richmond would have been more than the last straw.
-ANY HOUR - DAY OR NIGHT
-'PHONE: Blackheath W459 or W151
+Whit Monday is a public holiday in this country, but for some reason - local custom - in this part of Lancashire work goes on as usual on that day and in lieu the following Friday is observed. My sister and family, plus a crowd from the yachting club, were all heading for Ullswater for the long weekend, they left Thursday evening but had no room weight-wise for the dog and me. Their menagerie consists of a small caravan, yacht and canoe, with the extra few "tons" which Cobber and I would have contributed they would not have had enough horse-power to get over Shap. We went by train very early next morning, and as we were in Penrith by 9.45 a.m. didn't lose much time. The weekend passed lazily, it was so much easier to laze in the sun beside the lake than exert myself, nevertheless one attempt was made to go for a good long walk. Along the top of the ridge to the east of Ullswater is an old Roman road leading to a mountain called "High Street" , I decided to have a shot at getting there. However I spent too much time following my nose and took too long to find the track, then it was a dry ridge and the poor dog was soon puffing like a train climbing a steep gradient and panting for water, so when I discovered a broken blister on my heel it was a good excuse to drop down into Martindale and amble back along the Lake to the camp, then for the rest of the weekend I was content to lie at the water's edge or paddle around in my niece's canoe.
-BOOKING OFFICE: 4. doors
-from Gardners Inn Hotel (LOOK FOR THE NEON SIGN).
+Lancashire cotton towns take it in turns to close down for their annual holidays, having what are known as "Wakes" weeks, though fortunately in recent years the week has lengthened to a fortnight, thank goodness! Bury always has the first two complete weeks in July, thus on the 4th of that month Cobber and I were again heading for the Lake District, this time for the Langdale Valley where we stayed at the Old Hotel, Dungeon Ghyll, a really excellent pub right at the foot of the Langdale Pikes. My sister drove us up, a great boon since it solved the problem of transporting the dog's 3' x 2'6" "basket" , and she stayed with us for the first weekend. During the ensuing ten days I had a concentrated innings of walking, it would have been a grand to have had a kindred spirit from S.B.W. along with me, but the dog made quite a good substitute and we thoroughly enjoyed ourselves walking by the Lakes and over the mountains in near perfect Kodachromatic weather! There were a few dull fine days when I still took photos willy-nilly (just in case next time I get there the conditions are even worse) and all in all I managed to get through three reels of film with 37 shots a time.
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+A few days stand out as being the best in a wonderful holiday. The first day was actually none too bright, which was a shame really for my sister had a new fast (40 Weston) Agfa colour film in her camera, I had normal Kodachrome in mine and we wanted to take photos side by side to be able to compare the merits and de-merits of the two types at a later date - and as soon as she started for home the sun came through! On the Monday Cobber and I set off for Blea Tarn, from where one could take dozens of photos looking back across the little lake to the Pikes. The Langdale Pikes, a group of five peaks, crop up again and again in photos of the area, for although they are almost a disappointment to climb they make an impressive mass seen from any angle and they stand out like beacons. From Blea Tarn we continued down the road through quiet Little Langdale and wended our way to Tarn Hows, a lovely spot between Hawkshead and Coniston. Tarn Hosws was originally a swampy area, but many years ago a small inconspicuous dam was constructed at the outlet; it raised the water level only slightly but has created a place of unsurpassed beauty. It was necessary to put a real brake on the taking of photos whilst there or it would have been possible to use up a whole reel of film. From there we ambled along quiet side roads and came down to Skelwith Force, took a few more photos, then waited for the bus to take us along the 4 1/2 miles of road back to the hotel. In the morning I'd had "elevenses" sitting by the side of the road, when I arose it was to find a sticky mass of tar adhering to my posterior - on the bus a very weary Cobber clambered on to my knee, his feet were thick with tar which was deposited on the front of me - such is the tale of a brand new pair of shorts being completely ruined, and I had a long job working with a jar of vaseline to get all the tar from his paws before it hardened up.
-FERRY'S LOOKDOWN 3/_
-JENOLLN STATE FORFST 20/-
+Tuesday the sun was again brilliant, the mercury soaring, took a bus nearly into Ambleside and than a path along by Rydal Water and Grasmere into Grasmere village. There a lady in a shop was telling me about broadcasts frun the R.S.P.C.A. which advised owners of snub-nosed dogs to keep them in out of the heat as quite a few were expiring in the high temperatures. Consequently, with the welfare of my own snub-nose beast at heart I went all the way back to Dungeon Ghyll by bus.
-CARION'S FARM , 10/-
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+Many years ago, in the dim days of youth, I'd spent a weekend in the Langdale Valley with a school party, during which we'd climbed Bowfell, up via Rossett Ghyll and down via The Band, the ascent had stuck in my mind as being an almost impossible climb and the descent was memorable for the number of twisted ankles, but despite such horrible memories I decided to have a go and what a chuckle I had to myself when I "bounced" to the top, it is just as easy as, say, Govett's Leap, and nowhere near as long. It was quite amusing to watch Cobber's antics in such rocky places as Rossett Ghyll, for, having no rubbers or nails in his "boots" he would slip and skid all over the joint, and then look at you with such a queer expression on his winkled Boxer face, but he was a game little beast all the way through, though each evening he went out like a light on the floor of the resident's bar!
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+Dog and I were invited for a day out in a car on the Friday, two girls staying there had a Morris Minor tourer and for their last day intended to go to Wastwater. Again we went up to Blea Tarn, then over Wrynose Pass to the head of the Duddon Valley. From that point over into Eskdale goes the old Roman road, Hardknott Pass, which has now been surfaced for vehicles, but after the difficulty of making the steep climb up Wrynose in a small car Ludrey did not feel like facing the even steeper Hardknott (1 in 3 in spots) and she decided to go the long way round, down the Duddon Valley, round into Eskdale, round again to Wasdale. It was a lovely run and we could see right over to the central Scafell group, took a few photos but missed out on many many more as I didn't feel I could keep asking them to stop too often just for my benefit especially as neither of them were camera fiends. From Eskdale we went round into Wasdale and right to the foot of Styhead Pass, then back to the side of Wastwater where we stopped to brew. Cobber had a wonderful time paddling at the edge of the lake, but he has a phobia where water is concerned and will not go out of his depth - you can throw a stick into water just two or three inches out of his depth, he will stand and cry at it, but go after it, not on his life!
-FARES: KAN' ANGRA WALLS 30/- per head (minimum 5 passengers)
-WE lian BE PLEASED TO QUOTE TRIPS OR SPECIAL RARTEtS ON
+The next day my sister was coming up, hoping to get some more Agfa slides and to take the dog home after dinner. It was a beaut morning whilst I was waiting for her and my niece but in the early afternoon the clouds began to gather putting photography right out of the question, and just after tea the rains came. It pelted down all night and right through Sunday, and I was glad to have got rid of the dog for though animals are welcomed at the Old Hotel they do ask you not to take them into the lounges. Had he still been with me I guess it would have meant spending the time supping in the bar! Instead I sat in the lounge knitting and chatting, watching the heavy squalls chasing one after another across the face of Pike O'Blisco on the other side of the valley, the stream in front of the hotel which had been bone dry was soon racing through nearly four feet deep. Monday morning dawned no better but by middy hopes had risen and for my last day it dawned fine and bright. Once again harnessed to a Paddymade pack I set off for Rossett Ghyll en route for the rooftop of England, Scafell Pike, a mere 3210 feet, but it is a reasonable climb really when starting from the Old Hotel which is only just about 300 feet above sea level. Not having met many other walkers abroad during the previous week it came as quite a surprise to find a goodly collection of people on the way up and on the summit, it was almost as bad as Blackpool sands on Bank Holiday! The day was amazingly clear, we could see right over Morecambe Bay to the south, and northwards across the Solway Firth to the Galloway Hills in Scotland, nearer, to the west, the atomic power station at Winscale was belching white smoke into the atmosphere. Going back to the hotel I joined up with two other guests and we decided to change our route and go over Esk Pike and Bowfell, then down the Band, that latter is a long ridge leading down to the head of the Great Langdale coming out within a hundred yards of the hotel. I was trying to hurry and get back for afternoon tea, but within cooee of the place the brake linings gave out in my knees and I had to sit down to let them recover, so instead of cakes and a cuppa we revived ourselves on a pint shandy when we hit the bar.
-APPLICATION.
-.
+Next day home, back to old smokey, and it really is old smokey here, but on the way back I cantered up Orrest Head near Windermere railway station for a last look at the mountains. It was rather sad leaving them, but all being well it won't be long before I get back, albeit for a short weekend, as we intend to go up for a night at the beginning of October.
-places which have a niche in history. After lunch I remounted the iron steed and turned westwards, into the teeth of a howling mind, for the hostel at Burley Woodhead, situated high up on the edge of Ilkley Moor with a grand view right across Wharfedale. Sunday morning did not look too promising, but the rain which was falling at breakfast time ceased just as I was leaving, after a few miles the clouds parted, and then just as I got to Bolton Abbey the sun came down in force ,, giving a golden opportunity to take photos. After being snap-happy in the vicinity of said Abbey and further up the Dale at the Strid, I set off homewards, and was very tired by the time I got back, having cycled just over 100 miles.
-A Friday night in June again saw me on the train for York, but this time my route was to take me to Ripon and Fountains Abbey, thence up Wensleydale to the hostel at Aysgarth Falls, from where I intended to "drop aver" into Swaldale to Richmond? to take some shots of the old castle there. However, although it was fine practically the whole of the weekend the lighting was very pour for Kodachrome, and again the And was-blowing gustily. At Fountains Abbey I managed to take a few slides, not too brilliant, but the idea of Swaledale was abandoned next morning, the clouds were low and black and there was a head mind which would be encountered all the way down the Vale of York making cycling very much a hard labour, so I set off back to that city by the Shortest possible route. It was just as well, my legs were very weary by the time I reached the station, and the extra 30 miles to Richmond would have been more than the last straw.
+The enjoyment of this lovely weather is rather blighted now by an extremely serious shortage of water, and the way the barometer is at present it does not look as though we will ever have rain again. Bury is an old mill town, and as such still possesses many rows of tiny dwellings which were flung up without bathrooms or any form of modern sanitation. During recent years owners of these abodes have been encouraged to install such facilities, and in the vast building programmes which have been carried out postwar they have been automatically included, but has the Irwell Valley Water Board increased its water storage capacity by one half pint in the same number of years? Not on your life, they just seem to have relied on the abnormal series of wet summers to keep its supplies going. Total storage capacity for the eight towns which are served by the board is only 136 days, but after a dry winter we commenced this summer with only 79 days' supply, there has been a negligible rainfall since, result, we now have 16 days or se left, and that only because Manchester has helped out with several hundred thousand gallons daily. You can imagine what the main topic of conversation is these days, and just how bad tempered the citizens are feeling because of restrictions. They began early in June with a ban on watering of gardens, washing down cars, etc but now we are asked to have no baths, save all washing water for the flushing cf toilets, do not use washing machines, etc. etc., and if the supply gives out altogether, heaven help us. I'm just waiting for that weekend in the Lakes so that I can soak in a good deep bath!
-Whit Monday is a public holiday in this country, but for some reason - local custom - in this part of Lancashire work goes on as usual on that day and in lieu
-the following Friday is Observed. My sister and family, plus a crowd from the yachting club, were all heading for Ullawater for the long weekend, they left Thursday evening but had no room weight-wise for the dog and me. Their menagerie consists of a small caravan, yacht and canoe, with the extra few "tons" which Cobloer and I would
+Soon after the holiday I had a short hostel trip to Chester, the Saturday was stinking hot with all the tar on the roads melted, the Sunday was, of all things, wet, the last drop of rain we've seen. During August I got nowhere as my sister and family went on their holidays and I had to stay around the homestead; this month we've had a visit from one of our relations, now my father has gone to stay with my brother for two or three weeks and I cannot leave the dog! Winter is only just around the corner, with its short days and long dark evenings, possibly fog (although we had enough of that last year to last a lifetime) and maybe buckets of snow during January and February, but if next year is anything like this one I shall hope to get out and about again fairly frequently.
-have contributed they would not have had aaough horse-power to get over Shap. We went by train very early next morning, and as we were in Penrith by 9.45 a m. didn't lose much time. The weekend passed lazily, it was so allmh easier to laze in the sun beside the lake than exert myself, nevertheless one attempt was made to go for a good long walk. Along the top of the ridge to the east of Ullswater is an old Roman road leading to a mountain called "High Street" , I decided to have a shot at getting there, However I spent too much time following my nose and took too long to find the track, then it was a dry ridge and the poor dog was soon puffing like a train climbing a steep gradient and panting for water, so when I discovered a broken blister on my heel it was a good excuse to drop down into Martindale and amble back along the Lake to the camp, then for the rest of the weekend I was content to lie at the water' s edge or paddle around in my niece' s canoe.
-Lancashire cotton towns take it in turns to close down for their annual hblidays, having what are known as "Wakes" weeks, though fortunately in recent years the meek has lengthened to a fortnight, thank goodness'. Bury always has the first two complete weeks in July, thus on the 4th of that month Cobber and I were again heading for the Lake District, this time for the Langdale Valley where we stayed at the Old Hotel, Dungeon Ghyll, a really excellent pub right at the foot of the Langdale Pikes. My sister drove us up, a great boon since it solved the problem of transporting the dog' s 3' 4: 2'6" "basket" , and she stayed with us for the first weekend. During the ensuing ten days I had a concentrated innings of walking, it would have bee a grand to have had a kindred spirit from S B W. along with me, but the dog made quite a good substitute and we thoroughly enjoyed ourselves walking by the Lakes and over the mountains in near perfect Kodachromatic weather: There were a few dull fine days when I still took photos willy-nilly (just in case next time I get there the conditions are even worse) and all in all I managed to get through three reels of film with 37 shots a tine.
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-A few days stand out as being the best in a wonderful holiday. The first day was actually none too bright, which was a shame really for my sister had a new fast (40 Weston) Agfa colour film in her camera, I had normal Kodachrome in mine and we wanted to take photos side by side to be able to compare the merits and de-merits of the two types at a later date - and as soon as she started for home the sun came through: On the Monday Cobber and I set off for Blea Tarn, from where one could take dozens of photos looking back across the little lake to the Pikes. The Langdale 'Pikes, a group of five peaks, crop up. again and again in photos of the area, for although they are almost a disappointment to climb they make an impressive mass seen from any angle and they stand out like beacons. From Blea Tarn we continued down. the road through quiet Little Langdale and wended our way to Tarn Hows, a lovely spot between Hawkshead and Coniston. Tarn Hcsws was originally a swampy area, but many years ago a small inconspicuous dam was constructed at the outlet; it raised the water level only slightly but has created a place of 'unsurpassed beauty, It was necessary to put a real brake on the taking of photos IAThilst there or it would have been possible to use up a -whole reel of film. From there we ambled along quiet side roads and caa down to Skelwith Force, took a few more photos, then waited for the bus to take us along the 432-- miles of road back to the hotel. In the lad/ming I'd bad "elevenses" sitting by the side of the road, when I arose it was to find a sticky mass of tar adhering to my posterior - on the bus a very weary Cobb or clambered on to nv knee, his feet were thick with tar which was deposited on the front of me - such is the tale of a brand new pair of shorts being completely ruined, and I had a long job working with a jar of vaseline to get all the tar from his paws before it hardened up.
+=== Sanitarium Health Food Shop and Vegetarian Cafe. ===
-HEALTH FOOD WPadVEGETARIAN CAFE
-CHRISTMAS FESTIVITIES"
+Christmas festivities!!
-AT HONE We have a complete range of Christmas Cake ingredients also cakes and very suitable presents such as boxed glace fruits, nuts in paclats and jars, fruit juices.
+At Home: We have a complete range of Christmas Cake ingredients - also cakes and very suitable presents such as boxed glace fruits, nuts in packets and jars, fruit juices.
-IN CAMP Everything in the non-perishable class for the camper
-at Christmas - nut-me at dried fruits, nuts, biscuits,
+In Camp:P Everything in the non-perishable class for the camper at Christmas - nut-meat, dried fruits, nuts, biscuits, breakfast foods, non-fat dried milk, tinned fruits.
-breakfast foods, non-fat dried milk, tinned fruits.
-OUR NEW SPECIAL "BIX" sweetened wheatmeal biscuits Try them T.
+Our new special "Bix" sweetened wheatmeal biscuits! Try them!
-HUNTER ST. SYDNEY. BWI725.
-Tuesday the sun was again brilliant, the mercury soaring, took a bus nearly into Ambleside and than a path along by Rydal Water and Gra onere into Grasmere village.
+Hunter St. Sydney. BW1725.
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-There a lady in a thop was telling me about, broadcasts frun the R.S.P.C.k. which advised owners of snub-nosed dogs to keep them in out of the heat as quite a few were expiring in the high temperatures. Consequently, with the welfare of my own snub-nose beast at heart I went all the way back to Dungeon Ghyll by bus.
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-Many years ago, in the dim days of youth, I'd spent a weekend in the Langdale Valley with a school party, during which we'd climbed Bowfell, up via Rossett Ghyll and down via The Band, the ascent had stuck in my mind as being an almost impossible climb and the descent was memorable for the number of twisted ankles, but despite such horrible memories I decided to have a go and what a chtckle I had to myself when I "bounced" to the top, it is just as easy as, say, Govett' s Leap, and nowhere near
-as long. It was quite amusing to watch Cobbert s antics in such rocky places as Rossett Ghyll, for, having no rubbers or nails in his "boots" he would slip and skid all over the joint, and then look at you with such a queer expression on his winkled Boxer face, but he was a game little beast all tho way through, though each evening he went out like a light on the floor of the resident' s bar:
-Dog and I were invited for a day out in a car on the Friday, two girls staying there had a Morris Minor tourer and for their last day intended to go to Wastwater. Again we went up to Blea Tarn, then over Wrynose Pass to the head of the Duddon Valley. From that point over into Eskdale goes the old Roman road, Hardknott Pass, which has now been surfaced for vehicles, but after the difficulty of =king the steep climb up Wryn ose in a aall car Ludrey did not feel like facing the even steeper Hardknott (1 in 3 in spots) and she decided to go the long way round, down the Duddon Valley, round into Eskdale, round again to Wasdale. It was a lovely run and we could see right over -to the central Scafell group, took a few photos but missed out on many many more as I didn't feel I could keep asking them to stop too often just for my benefit especially as neither of them were camera fiends. From Eskdale we went round into Wasdale and right to the foot of Styhead Pass, then back to the side of Wastwater where we stopped to brew. Cobber had a wonderful time paddling at the edge of the lake, but he has a phobia where water is concerned and will not go out of his depth - you can throw a stick into water just two or three inches out of his depth, he will stand and cry at it, but go after it, not on his life:
-The next day my sister was coming up, hoping to get somemore Agfa slides and to take the dog home after dinner. It was a bead, morning whilst I was waiting for her and my niece but in the early afternoon the clouds began to gather putting photography right out of the question, and just after tea the rains came. It pelted down all night and right through Sunday, and I was glad to have got rid of the dog for though animals are welcomed at the Old Hotel they do ask you not to take them into the lounges. Had he still been with me I guess it would have meant spending the time supping in the bar: Instead I sat in the lounge knitting and chatting, watching the heavy squalls chasing one after another across the face of Pike O'Blisco on the other side of the valley, the stream in front of the hotel which had been bone dry was soon racing through nearly four feet deep. Monday morning dawned no better but by middy hopes had risen and for my last day it dawned fine and bright. Once again harnessed to a Paddymade pack I set off for Ros sett Ghyll en route for the rooftop of England, Scafell Pike, a mere 3210 feet, but it is a reasonable climb really when starting from the Old Hotel which is only just about 300 feet above sea level. Not having met many other walkers abroad during the previous week it came as quite a surprise to find a goodly collection of people on the way up and on the summit, it was almost as bad as Blackpool sands on Bank Holiday: The day was amazingly clear, we could see right over Morecambe Bay to the south, and northwards across the Solway Firth to the Galloway Hills in Scotland, nearer, to the west, the atomic power station at Winscale was belching white smoke into the atmosphere. Going back to the hotel I joined up with
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-two other guests and we decided to change our route and go over Esk Pike and Bowfell, then down the Band, that latter is a long ridge leading down to the head of the Great Langdale coming out within a hundred yards of the hotel. I was trying to hurry and get back for afternoon tea, but within coc.)ee of the place the brake linings gave out in my knees and I had to sit down to let them recover, se instead of cakes and a cuppa we revived ourselves on a pint shandy when we hit the bar.
-Next day home, back to old smokey, and it really is old smokey here, but on the way back I cantered up Orrest Head near Windermere railway station for a last look at the mountains. It was rather sad leaving them, but all being well it won't be long before I get back, albeit, for a short weekend, as we intend to go up for a night at the beginning of ;October.
- The enjoyment of this lovely weather is rather blighted now by an extremely serious shortage of water, and the way the barometer is at present it does not look as though we will ever have rain again. Bury is an old mill town, and as such still possesses many rows of diny dwellings which were flung up with dut bathroems or any form of modern sanitation. During recent years owners of these abodes have been encouraged to install such facilities, end in the vast building programmes which have been carried out postwar they have been automatically included, but has the Irwell Valley Water Board increased its water storage capacity by one half pint in the same number of years? Not on your life, they just sem to have relied on the abnormal series of wet summers to keep its supplies going. Total storage capacity for the eight towns -which are served by the board is only 136 days, but after a dry -winter we commenced this summer with only 79 days' supply, there has been a negligible rainfall since, result, we now have 16 days or se left, and that only because Manchester has helped out with several hundred thousand gallons daily. You can imagine what the main topic of conversation is these days, and just hew bad tenpered the citizens are feeling because of restrictions. They began early in June with a ban on watering of gardens, washing down cars, etc but now we are asked to have no baths, save all washing water for the flushing cf toilets, do net Use washing machines, etc. etc., and if the supply gives out altogether, heaven help us. I'm just waiting for that weekend in the Lakes so that I can soak in a good deep bath.:
-Soon after the holiday I had a short hostel trip to Chester, the 3aturday was stinking het with all the tar on the roads melted, the Sunday was, of all things, wet, the last drop of rain we've seen. During August I got nowhere as my sister and family went on their holidays and I had to stay areund. the homestead; this mJn th we've had a visit from one of our relations, now my father has gone to stay with my brother for two or three weeks and I cannot leave the deg: Winter is only just around the corner, with its short days and long dark evenings, possibly fog (although we had enetzh of that last year to last a lifetime) and maybe buckets of snow during January and February, but if next year is anything like this one I shall hope to get out and abc.Mt again fairly frequently.
 "WHAT WAS IN  THE BILLY MIKE?"
 Carl Doherty.