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-"ROUND ABOUT THE 11,1C.ES'l
+===== "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.
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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.
-SPEEDY 5 or 8 PASSENGER CARS AVAILABTF,
-LARGE OR SUALL PARTS CATERED FOR
+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:
+===== "What Was In The Billy, Mike?" =====
-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.
-We all admit that if you go bushwalking you are a little peculiar - but if you go on a trip led by Snow Brown you are insane. "What walk is going this weekend?" I enquired innocently. "Oooht Snow' s trip down the Wolg,an. Are you coming?" said Heather Joyce enthusiastica.11y.
+We all admit that if you go bushwalking you are a little peculiar - but if you go on a trip led by Snow Brown you are insane. "What walk is going this weekend?" I enquired innocently. "Oooh! Snow' s trip down the Wolgan. Are you coming?" said Heather Joyce enthusiastica11y.
 Unmoved, I asked, "What's the country like? Who is going?"
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-s beautiful country, I'm sure you would enjoy it" Jess Martin volunteered.
+"It's beautiful country, I'm sure you would enjoy it" Jess Martin volunteered.
-Heather thought, "Well, there -will be the Stitt s, Snow, Mike Peryman, Hooper, myself - oh, and Evelyn Esgate and several others I believe."
-The"others" couldn't rake it any worse. Fancy walking with that notorious mob. Then I thought of Jess Martin' $ reply, shuddered at Heather' s and pictured "Its beautiful country" again.
+Heather thought, "Well, there will be the Stitts, Snow, Mike Peryman, Hooper, myself - oh, and Evelyn Esgate and several others I believe."
-Friday night with four rucksacks for company,Heather,Hoop and Mike in the boot, we headed for Newnes, When driving into the Wolgan turn left inmediately after crossing the first cattle grid. Failing to do this switch off the motor and relax as gravity will govern further speed and direction. The vanguard of the party was located about 1 a m. and after several futile attempts to wake Snow we retired.
-Six thirty found Mike searching unsuccessfully for water, Snow trying to reuse
+The "others" couldn't make it any worse. Fancy walking with that notorious mob. Then I thought of Jess Martin's reply, shuddered at Heather's and pictured "Its beautiful country" again.
-the Stitts, Miss Esgate and myself exchanging insults and the remainder quietly preparing to move, Trust Snow to camp five miles from water. After twenty minutes deliberation on the part of the leader he declared water was essential and advocated moving to Newnes which was rather belated as the party were already moving.
-Breakfast over, we walked down the river and rambled around the ruins, which we found most interesting, until about midday. The weather was overcast and Snow suggested that we =we on and have lunch when it rained and this we dutifully did. By three it had cleared so we proceeded to the Annie Rowan and Wolgan junction. This valley is quite spectacular with very impressive cliff s , one of which appears concave. The campsite was excellent and Hoop and Pete Stitt took care of the fire which in turn took care of us.
+Friday night with four rucksacks for company, Heather, Hoop and Mike in the boot, we headed for Newnes. When driving into the Wolgan turn left inmediately after crossing the first cattle grid. Failing to do this switch off the motor and relax as gravity will govern further speed and direction. The vanguard of the party was located about 1 a.m. and after several futile attempts to wake Snow we retired.
-On Sunday morning Snow decided to try Annie Rowan' s Creek but those who knew him wisely dissented. Six of us accompanied him to see that he came to no harm and although he maintained that the right hand cliffs would not "go" he led off in that direction. It was essential for Bill Ketas to leave that night but as the going became more difficult he began to doubt his chances so he sprained Gwen Seacht s ankle by pushing her over and then volunteered to return with h er
-Half a mile further upstream a likely route was noticed on the left face and we crossed to attempt it. We were going well. when Evelyn gave a scream from above and we took cover from the expected avalanche but she had only encountered a snake which maintained its self respect and did net bite her. Pity. Mike followed Snow up a
+Six thirty found Mike searching unsuccessfully for water, Snow trying to rouse the Stitts, Miss Esgate and myself exchanging insults and the remainder quietly preparing to move. Trust Snow to camp five miles from water. After twenty minutes deliberation on the part of the leader he declared water was essential and advocated moving to Newnes which was rather belated as the party were already moving.
-broad slot and over a chockstone and I approached likewise. Now I don't know whether I'm powerful, or whether the kick Mike gave that stone did it, but when I applied my weight to it I found myself in its crushing embrace. So there we were: the stone keen to reach the bottom of the gorge and I just as keen to reach the top. Mike came back and asked was I O.K. - as Evelyn wasn't near I told him - and he pulled me out.
-A scramble to the top, a short break, an orange and we moved on over open, flat ridges. In an attempt, to reach the Newnes side of the creek Evelyn climbed to within 10' of the creek only to be recalled when we realised Peter Roberts was too ill to follow, During the lunch break we elected to make a three day weekend out of it.
+Breakfast over, we walked down the river and rambled around the ruins, which we found most interesting, until about midday. The weather was overcast and Snow suggested that we move on and have lunch when it rained and this we dutifully did. By three it had cleared so we proceeded to the Annie Rowan and Wolgan junction. This valley is quite spectacular with very impressive cliffs, one of which appears concave. The campsite was excellent and Hoop and Pete Stitt took care of the fire which in turn took care of us.
-This may seem rather rash but as we reckoned on a possible 18 mile walk, had Peter sick and two hours of daylight left there were few other alternatives. We continued along the ridge beset by gale fame winds and sleet and at dusk descended to the shelter of a cave by the creek.
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+On Sunday morning Snow decided to try Annie Rowan's Creek but those who knew him wisely dissented. Six of us accompanied him to see that he came to no harm and although he maintained that the right hand cliffs would not "go" he led off in that direction. It was essential for Bill Ketas to leave that night but as the going became more difficult he began to doubt his chances so he sprained Gwen Seach's ankle by pushing her over and then volunteered to return with her.
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+Half a mile further upstream a likely route was noticed on the left face and we crossed to attempt it. We were going well when Evelyn gave a scream from above and we took cover from the expected avalanche but she had only encountered a snake which maintained its self respect and did not bite her. Pity. Mike followed Snow up a broad slot and over a chockstone and I approached likewise. Now I don't know whether I'm powerful, or whether the kick Mike gave that stone did it, but when I applied my weight to it I found myself in its crushing embrace. So there we were: the stone keen to reach the bottom of the gorge and I just as keen to reach the top. Mike came back and asked was I O.K. - as Evelyn wasn't near I told him - and he pulled me out.
-Sing a songof Kowmung, Swimming thru' the pools, Four and twenty walkers What delightful fools.
-And when the trip is over, The crowd began to sing Wasn't it a dandy trip We'll have to do agin'.
+A scramble to the top, a short break, an orange and we moved on over open, flat ridges. In an attempt to reach the Newnes side of the creek Evelyn climbed to within 10' of the creek only to be recalled when we realised Peter Roberts was too ill to follow. During the lunch break we elected to make a three day weekend out of it. This may seem rather rash but as we reckoned on a possible 18 mile walk, had Peter sick and two hours of daylight left there were few other alternatives. We continued along the ridge beset by gale force winds and sleet and at dusk descended to the shelter of a cave by the creek.
-Not another singing commercial, but a suggestion for a hit, summer trip again this Xmas.
-This time you can astound your friends by producing a collapsible canoe (1 lb. 13 ozs.), inflate and Hey presto'. you and your rucksack can be water borne with ease and comfort (no more wrapping packs in groundsheets). A serious suggestion for Kommung aid The Blockup type trips, and now available at Paddy's.
+Mike prepared a stew out of what food we had which was duly eaten and then put our dessert of prunes into a billy and, handing it to Snow said, "Put some water in this billy Snow".
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+Snow threw the contents out, then queried, "What was in this billy, Mike?"
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+Mike thought he was joking, then turned the colour of his own hair and handed him a torch suggesting that it would assist him to recover the contents.
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+Peter, next morning, was feeling much better so after a meal of rice and apricots we moved up on to the right hand ridge, walked to the headwaters of the creek, crossed it and shortly after had the pleasure of walking on to the Newnes railway. This track, graded for a timber road, was easy going until the "glowworm tunnel" which was rather fascinating. What little food we had left was now devoured including a tin of fruit which I had somehow overlooked.
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-Mike prepared a stew out of what food we bad which was duly eaten and then put our dessert of prunes into a billy and, handirg it to Snow said, "Put some water in this billy Snow".
+From the tunnel into Newnes was uneventful though the view was exceptional while on the railway track. Search and Rescue were on the job at Newnes in the form of Heather and Hoop with Judy Wagg for company. Snow now informed us that it was his birthday and in a moment of revelation the reason for being overdue was obvious - he had decided to celebrate his birthday walking.
-Snow threw the contents out, then queried, "That was in this billy, lake?"
-Mike thoughthe was joking, then turned the colour of his own hair and handed him a torch suggesting that it -would assist him to recover the contents.
+----
-Peter, next morning, -was feeling much better so after a nnal of rice and apricots we moved up on to the right hand ridge, walked to the headwaters of the creek, crossed it and shortly after had the pleasure of walking on to the Newnes railway. This track, graded for a timber road, was easy going until the "glowimrm tunnel" which was rather fascinating... What little food we had left was now devoured including a tin of fruit which I had somehow overlooked.
-From the tunnel into Newnes was uneventful though the view was exceptional while on the railway track. Search and Rescue were on the job at Newnes in the form of Heather aid Hoop with Judy Wagg for company. Snow now informed us that it was his birthday and in a moment of revelation the reason for being overdue was obvious - he had decided to celebrate his 121_rthday walking.
+=== Paddy Made. ===
-MUCH ADO ABOUT NTJTTIN'
+Sing a song of Kowmung,\\
+Swimming thru' the pools,\\
+Four and twenty walkers\\
+What delightful fools.\\
+And when the trip is over,\\
+The crowd began to sing\\
+Wasn't it a dandy trip\\
+We'll have to do agin'.
+Not another singing commercial, but a suggestion for a hot summer trip again this Xmas.
+This time you can astound your friends by producing a collapsible canoe (1 lb. 13 ozs.), inflate and Hey presto! you and your rucksack can be water borne with ease and comfort (no more wrapping packs in groundsheets). A serious suggestion for Kommung and The Blockup type trips, and now available at Paddy's.
+Price;.. £3. 0. 0.
+Something else else new - lightweight portable gas stoves with disposable cylinders for your gas supply. Total weight 1 1/4 lbs., cylinder life up to 4 hours cooking time. New cylinders 7/11 each and staves 57/6d. A must for all campers and walkers.
+Get your friends out walking.
+Paddy Palling Pty Ltd. Lightweight Camp Gear.
+Castlereagh St., Sydney. BM2685.
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+===== Much Ado About Nuttin'. =====
 Clem Hallstrom.
 Puffing Billy Bunter states (October issue) that my "thesis (on food) obviously came from the very kernel of the nuts". What did the honourable gentleman mean?
 The name nub is popularly given to all those fruits which have the seed enclosed in a bony, woody, or leathery pericarp.
-The name also refers to the part that threads on to a screwed rod or bolt. A "tough nut to crack" is a tern used for a diff icult problem to be solved. A nub, referring to a human. being, is a person who takes a keen delight in expressing an opinion, with little or no in otice taken by those -who are supposed to be listening.
-A nut can also be used in describing a person whose mentality is regarded to be below normal.
+The name also refers to the part that threads on to a screwed rod or bolt. A "tough nut to crack" is a term used for a difficult problem to be solved. A nut, referring to a human being, is a person who takes a keen delight in expressing an opinion, with little or no notice taken by those who are supposed to be listening. A nut can also be used in describing a person whose mentality is regarded to be below normal.
-Puffing Billy Bunter may have cans e to show a certain contempt for iv thesis, intimating it came from the kernel of a nut. Very few people possess a certificate claiming the virtues of intelliE;ence. We all claim the right of common sense even though there is no proof by certificate. Such a certificate I do not hold nor has any other Bush-walker bothered to make application to my knowledge.
-But I an certain I could never be offered a well prepared steak just to satisfy a
+Puffing Billy Bunter may have cause to show a certain contempt for my thesis, intimating it came from the kernel of a nut. Very few people possess a certificate claiming the virtues of intelligence. We all claim the right of common sense even though there is no proof by certificate. Such a certificate I do not hold nor has any other Bushwalker bothered to make application to my knowledge.
-hungry ego. Puffing Billy Bunter would have no compunction but to accept, a given steak. More often than enough his expectations would fail to fulfil the objective resulting in
-a grave disappointment that would bear him no avail. Even though interest may be taken in other people' s camp fire kitchens it is necessary that a greater interest be taken in one's awn. A sound policy is to be wise and independent and not to rely on the
+But I am certain I could never be offered a well prepared steak just to satisfy a hungry ego. Puffing Billy Bunter would have no compunction but to accept a given steak. More often than enough his expectations would fail to fulfil the objective resulting in a grave disappointment that would bear him no avail. Even though interest may be taken in other people's camp fire kitchens it is necessary that a greater interest be taken in one's own. A sound policy is to be wise and independent and not to rely on the sharing of other people's meals.
-sharing of other people's meals.
-.
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 BUSH BATHS 7 GOOD BAD & INDIFFEREN.T.
 Dorothy Hasluck.