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 |October 6-7-8|Putty Road, Culoul Range, Colo River Exploration. 25 miles Rough. Leader: Colin Putt. Private Transport.|
 | |Dungalla Heights - Box Falls - Tuglow Hole - Trailer Mountain - Morong Falls. 25 Miles Very Rough. Leader: Ben Estate. Private Transport.|
-|October 13-14-15|Barallier - Murruin Creek - Bindook Gorge Exploration. 25 miles Rough.
+|October 13-14-15|Barallier - Murruin Creek - Bindook Gorge Exploration. 25 miles Rough. Leader: Wilf Hilder. Private Transport.|
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+=====S.B.W. London Brigade.=====
+====News from Binnsie - 143 Brandlesholme Road, Bury, Lancashire.====
+....."Holidays for this year are now a thing of the past, but it was a grand fortnight and left me many memories to carry forward until the next one comes around in 48 weeks time! This year the two "halves" were of vastly differing nature, six days of the first week were spent in London, and the whole of the second in the Lake District (what - again). In London I was staying with Don and Bev Read who have a cosy little flat in the Royal Borough of Kensington, in the less exclusive area of that elite borough. The first evening we went to see the Russian Circus at Wembley; it was quite different from the usual run of circuses, a large part consisted of human acrobats but where the animals were concerned there was none of this caging of the Lords of the Jungle which doesn't really appeal to me very much. There was just one large bear very carefully muzzled, but all the animals seemed to enjoy performing just as much as the audience enjoyed watching them.
+On the Sunday we went out to Syon House at Brentford, the seat of the Duke of Northumberland, on the opposite side of the Thames to Kew Gardens. It is a place rich in history, especially Tudor history - Henry VIII's fifth wife being confined there just before her execution, and it was at Syon that Lady Jane Grey became "Queen" of England for ten brief days (poor soul).
+Bev and Don were not on holiday during my stay, they still have that pleasure to come, so during the day I meandered round sightseeing, and met them in the evenings to hit the highlights. On the Monday my destination was the Tower of London, and I walked round there trying to take photos until my feet were nearly killing me - how silly to try and sightsee in fashionable shoes - so I ended up getting a ferry from Tower Pier back to Westminster Bridge and the tube station, it was an interesting little trip, with a guide who knew every nook and cranny on the river bank giving a running commentary over the tannoy system. That evening we met Dorothy and Ron Knightley for dinner at the Festival Hall Restaurant, and afterwards to a concert in that wonderful hall given by the London Philharmonic orchestra in aid of the United Nations Association Fund, very good, "bits" of Mozart, Beethoven, Britten and Elgar.
+Next day I had another trip On the river, this time up to Hampton Court. It took much longer than anticipated, so that on arrival I didn't dare get lost in the Palace itself but spent the time in the gardens which were really beautiful (and very photogenic) before going back to get ready for the evening's outing. The next piece of entertainment was the new Rodgers and Hammerstein Musical "The Sound of Music" based on the true story of "The Trapp Family Singers", very good indeed. All the artists were good, but it was particularly interesting to see Constance Shacklock in her first appearance in a musical.
+On the Wednesday I had a marathon "bushwalk" through London - it just happened that way for though I'd meant to get buses from place to place there was always something in between to be seen. Started off from St. Paul's down Ludgate Hill and Fleet Street to the Law Courts at Temple Bar, then past Australia House along the Strand to Admiralty Arch and through into St. James's Park. "Admired" Buckingham Palace and up Constitution Hill to Hyde Park Corner, where I did get a bus to Marble Arch, there, to rest my barking dogs, a cup of coffee in Lyons Corner House, before going into Hyde Park and Kensington Gardens, ending up at the Albert Hall by way of Peter Pan's statue and the fountains. That evening we went to a straight play "The Miracle Worker" at Wyndham's, excellent, a play to set you thinking, the story of the early years of Helen Keller and the beginning of her education by Anne Sullivan. Anna Massey, daughter of Raymond Massey, took the part of Anne Sullivan,. and there are no adjectives superlative enough to describe her performance, nor that of Janina Faye who played, or mimed, the part of the child Helen Keller.
+After London, the Lakes, the usual hotel at the head of the Langdale Valley, for it is one which would be hard to better, situated as it is right at the foot of the Langdale Pikes, the ideal hotel for walking types, comfortable, good food and excellent company, though there were two elderly couples from the South of England right out of their element, who wanted to know what you did in the evenings - the answer staring them in the face, too tired after the day's walk to do anything but sit (in the bar) and talk. Before going up I'd sat down and worked out at "Walks Programme", six walks for fine days, six walks for wet ones, perfectly planned, but the best laid plans... My sister and niece were up the first weekend, sometimes Pip is in a walking mood, sometimes not, and this time she was rather inclined towards the latter, not being helped by the weather which was dull and overcast, inclined to rain or drizzle. We went round to Thirlmere by car then set off to walk over High Tove to Watendlath but as we got to the cairn we could see mist swirling up out of the far valley and rain coming our way, with Pip not very keen to go down only to have to come up again, we just turned roand then went back to the car and Langdale. Monday, according to plan, I set off for Keswick, over the Stake Pass, down Langstrath to Rosthwaite in Borrowdale, then via Watendlath to Derwentwater. In all I guess it was a distance of some 16 or 17 miles for me, but well over 20 for Cobber who did a lot of to-ing and fro-ing in the early part of the day, and we both arrived very wearily in Keswick, the dog worn out, my feet playing up badly. Found out afterwards I'd collected three blisters, entirely my own fault, not having gone far the first day I thought my socks mould do a second and save washing, the blisters I'm sure were a result of that and having to do a few miles road bash.
+Tuesday I decided we'd better take life easy, so we went into Ambleside by bus and did a simple little walk up Wansfell Pike. It was a beautiful day, and a lovely walk up a "mountain" just over 1500 ft. from which you could see almost half the Lake District. That evening the weather broke, there was a most peculiar storm which blotted out all the valley in blackness, very weird indeed. Still suffering from the effects of the marathon to Keswick, and with the weather bad, on the Wednesday we had a wet splash up to Chapel Stile, the village in Langdale Valley, in the morning, and a trot up the Blea Tarn track in the afternoon, but by Thursday we were raring to go again. I joined up with another lass at the hotel for a walk to Waterhead, on Windermere, she was showing me a new way down the valley which avoided the road, a footpath on the far side of the stream. It was very pleasant, but we had fifteen minutes fun when we came to a 6 ft. wall with a six-barred gate padlocked, trying to get the dog through. The wall was too high for him to scramble over, and he couldn't jump the gate, so one on each side we tried to lift it a little to make roan for him to crawl under. It was like a little creek underneath and Cobber didn't want to get his undercarriage wet, finally Sally climbed over to make him realise he'd got to come, or be left, and one at each end of the gate we heaved and to our astonishment that time it lifted a good 12 inches, and his lordship cantered through. As we got to Windermere the weather really fined up, the sun was quite warm and bright, it was grand, and that evening in the bar everybody was laying plans for what they'd do the following day, expecting similar conditions, but oh no, we woke to a steady downpour. Again by bus to Ambleside, and we walked the 8 miles "home" in swimming conditions, along the side of Rydal Water and Grasmere (Loughrigg Terrace), then over Red Bank back into "THE" valley, soaked to the skin when we reached the hotel, and so ended the week. But it had all been good fun, on the whole I think the much maligned (weatherwise) Lake District, had fared better that week than many other parts of Britain, and certainly I'd not got wet so often as in the week with Bookie last year, maybe next, when I hope Eddie Stretton will be with me, will be better still.
+There have been a few weekends away this year to brighten the normal, everyday routine of living. It began with New Year, when I went up to London to celebrate with Ron and Dorothy, we were joined by the Reads and Dorothy Brigden. We all were armed with colour slides - but no projector, so it was a good excuse for another weekend get together in February. I've found it quite feasible to get to London for weekends since discovering there's a train from Manchester at five minutes past midnight which lands me there in time for breakfast, a bit sleepy perhaps, but nevertheless it's worth the effort, and I hope to make use of that train a bit more often in the future.
+At Easter we had an S.B.W. rendezvous in Derbyshire, Bev, Don and I stopped two nights each at Matlock Bath and Hartington Hall hostels; this year, for the first time, the place where I work gave us Easter Monday holiday too, and I was able to enjoy the full weekend away. Dorothy, Ron and the children were camping in the vicinity of the hostels in that wonderful invention, a Dormobile. We met up with them each morning after completing the hostel chores. Weatherwise it was a poor weekend, but otherwise excellent, we visited "stately homes of England", old and interesting churches, and managed a  short but muddy walk up Dovedale.
+Two other weekends away have been spent cycling with Pip in the West Riding of Yorkshire, we take the bikes so far by train on the Friday night, to get us over the worst of the East Lanchashire mill towns and give us a good start for Saturday morning. Summer was late coming this year, and both those weekends were rather chilly, Whitsuntide weekend at the end of May even saw a few moments frozen rain, but apart from that conditions were not too bad for pushing bikes up and down hills.
+Now I've come to a quiet spell, am not very keen on hostelling in August when the places are overrun by children on school holiday,  but I'm going to visit my brother and family in Birmingham when we get our long weekend in September (in lieu of August Bank Holiday) and we are booked into the Old Dungeon Ghyll for a weekend at the end of October, being the first we could get with accommodation available for my sister and family and myself. After that I guess we settle down to the long winter nights by the fireside - and start planning for next year!"
+=====W Weekend On The Cox.=====
-LONDON BRIGADE.
-NEIATS FRCDIBIN1BIE -3 Brandlesholme Read, Burg., Lancashire.
-....."Holidays for this year are now a thing of the past, but it was a grand fortnight and left me many meraories to carry forward until the next one comes around in 48 weeks time This year the two "halved were of vastly differing nature, six days of the fir at week were spent in London, and the whole of the second in the Lake District (what - again). In London I was staying with Don and Bev Read who have a cosy little flat in the Royal Bcrough of Kensington, in the less exclusive area of that elite borough. The first evening we went to see the Russian Circus at 'Wembley; it was quite different from the usual run of circuses, a large part consisted of human acrobats but where the animals were concerned there was none of this caging of the Lords of the Jungle which doesn't really appeal to me very much. There was just one large bear very carefully muzzled, but all the animals seemed to enjoy performing just as much as the audience enjoyed watching them.
-On the Sunday we went out to Syon House at Brentford, the seat of the Duke of Northumberla, on the opposite side of the Thames to Kew Gardens. It is a place rich in history, especially Tudor histoxy - Henry VIII' s fifth wife being confined there just before her execution, and it was at ron that Lady Jane Grey became"Queen" of England for ten brief days (poor soul).
-Bel- and Don were not on holiday during my stay, they still have that pleasure
-to come, so during the day I meandered round sightseeing, and met them in the evenings to hit the highlights. On the Monday my destination was the Tower of London, and I walked raid there trying to take photos until my feet were nearly killing me - how silly to try- and sightsee in fashionable shoes - so I ended up getting a ferry from Tower Pier back to Westminster Bridge and the tube station, it was an interesting little trip: with a guide who knew every nook and cranny on the river bank giving a running commentary over the tannoy system. That evening we met Dorothy and Ron Knightley for dinner at the Festival Hall Restatuant, and afterwards to a concert in tl at wonderful hall given by the London Philharmonic orchestra in aid of the United Nations Association Fund, very good: "bits" of Mozart: Beethoven, Britten and Elgar.
-Next day I had another trip On the river, this time up to Hampton Court. It took much longer than anticipated: so that on arrival I didn't dare get lost in the Palace itself but spent the time in the gardens which were really beautiful (and very photogenic) before going back to get ready for the evening's outing. The next piece of entertainment was the new Rodgers and Hammerstein Musical "The Sound of Music" based on the true story of "The Trapp Family Singers", very good indeed. All the artists were good, but it was particularly interesting to see Constance Shacklock in her first appearance in a musical.
-On the Wedresday I had a marathon "bushwalk" through London - it just happened that way for though I'd meant to get buses from place to place there was always something in between to be seen. Started Off from St. Paul's down Ludgate Hill and Fleet Street to the Law Courts at Temple Bar, then past Australia House along the Strand to Admiralty Arch and through into St. James's Park. "Admired" Bucldngham Palace and up Constitution Hill to Hyde Park Corner, where I did get a bus to lihrble Arch, there,
-to rest my barking dogs, a cup of coffee in Lyons Corner House, before going into Hyde Park and Kensington Gardens, ending up at the Albert Hall by way of Peter Pan's statue arrl the fountains. That evening we went to a straight play "The Miracle Worker" at lAryndham's, excellent, a play to set you thinldng, the story of the early
-years Of Helen Keller and the beginning of ha- education by Anne Sullivan. Anna Massey: daughter of Raymond Massey, took the part of Anne 'Sullivan,. and there are no adjectives superlative enough to describe her performance, nor that of Janina Faye who played, or mimed, the part of the child Helen Feller.
-After London, the Lakes, the usual hotel at the head of the Langdale Valley, for it is one which would be hard to better, situated as it is right at the foot of the Langdale Pikes, the ideal hotel for walking types, comfortable, good food and excellent company, though there were two elderly couples from the South of England right out of their element, who 'wanted to know what you did in the evenings - the answer staring them in the face, too tired after the day's walk to do anything but sit (in the bar) and talk. Before going up I'd sat down and worked out at "Walks Programme", sixnakiks far fine days, six walks for vet ones, perfectly planned, but the best laid pIanz.... My sister and niece were up the first weekend, sometimes Pip is in a walking mood, sometimes not, and this time she was rather inclined towards the latter, not being helped by the weather which was dull and overcast, inclined to rain or drizzle. We went round to Thirlmere by car then set off to walk over High Tove to Watendlath but as we got to the cairn we could see mist swirling up out of the far valley and rain coming our way: with Pip not very kaen to go down only to have to come up again, we just turned roard then went back to the car and Langdale. Monday, according to plan, I set off for Keswick., over the Stake Pass, down Langstrath to Rosthwaite in Borrowdale, then via Watendlath to Derwentwater. In all I guess it was a distance of some 16 or 17 miles for me, hut well over 20 for Caner who did a lot of to-ing and fro-ing in the early part of the (lay, and we both arrived very wearily in Keswick, the dog warn out, py feet playing LT badly. Found out afterwards I'd collected three blisters, entirely my own fault, not having gone far the first day I thought my socks mould do a second and save washing, the blisters I'm sure were a result of that and having to do a few miles road bash.
-Tuesday I decided we'd better take life easy: SD we went into Amble-side by bus and did a simple little walk up Wansfell Pike. It was a beautiful day, and a lovely walk:up a "mounbaid' just over 1500 ft. from which you could see almost half the
-Lake District. That evening the weather broke: there was a most peculiar storm which blotted out all the valley in blackness: very weird indeed. Still suffering from the effects of the marathon to Keswick; and with the weather bad, on the Wednesday we had a wet splash up to Chapel Stile, the village in Langdale Valley, in the morning, and a trot up the Blea Tarn track in the afternoon, but by Thursday we were raring to go again. I joined up with another lass at the hotel for a mall: to Water- head, on Windermere, she was shoming me a new my dawn the valley which avoided the road, a footpath on the far side of the stream. It was very pleasant, but we had fifteen minutes fun when we came to a 6 ft. wall with a six-barred gate padlocked, trying to get the dog through. The mall was too high far him to scramble over, and he couldn't jump the gate, so one on each side we tried to lift it a little to make roan for him to crawl under. It was like a little creek underneath and Cobber didn't want to get his undercarriage wet, finally Sally clinbed over to make him realise he'd got to come, or be left, and one at each end of the gate we heaved and to our astonishment that time it lifted a good 12 inches, and his lordship cantered through. As we got to Windermere the weather really fined up, the sun was quite warm and bright, it was grand, and that evening in the bar everybody was laying plans for what they'd do the following day, expecting similar conditions, but oh no, we woke to a steady downpour. Again by bus to Ambleside, and we walked the 8 miles "home" in swimming conditions, along the side of Rydal Water and Grasmere (IoughriEg Terrace), then over Red Bank back into "THE" valley, soaked to the skin when we reached the hotel, and so ended the week. But it had all been good fan, on the whole I think the much maligned
-.
-(weatherwise) Lake District, had fared Britain, and certainly I'd not zot wet maybe next, when I hope Eddie Stretton
-better that week ti r:lan many other parts of
-so often as in the week with Bookie last year, will be with me, will be better still...
-There have been a few weekends 'away this year to brighten the normal, everyday routirE of living. It began. with New Year, when I went up to London to 'celebrate with Ron and Dorothy, we were joined by the Reads and Dorothy Brigden. We all were armed. with colour slides - but no projector, so it was a good excuse for another weekend get together in February. Itte 'found it quite feasible to get to London for weekends since discovering tl-ere`s a train from Manchester at five minutes past midnight' which lands me there  in time' for breakfast,. a bit sleepy perhaps but rEvert heless ills worth the effort, and I hope to make use 'of that train a bit more Often in the future.
-At Easter we had an S.B.W. rendezvous in Derbyshire, Bev, Don arrl. I stopped two nights each at Matlock Bath and Hartington Hall- hostels; this:year, for the first time, the place -where I work gave us Easter Monday holiday too, and -I was able to enjoy the full -weekend away.. Dorothy; Ron and the children were. camping in the vicinity of the hostels in that wonderful invention, a Dormobile. We met up with them eaoh morning after completing the hostel chores. Weathe rwise it liras a poor weekend, but otherwise excellent, we visited "stately homes of E-ngland", old and interesting churches, ani managed a  short but m...iddy- walk up Dovedale.-
-Two other weekends away have been spent cycling with Pip in the West Riding of Yorkshire, we take the bikes so far by train on the Friday night, to get us over the worst of the East Lanchashire mill toms and give us a good start for Saturday morning. Summer was late coming this year, and both those weekends were r-ithc ir chilly, 'Whitsuntide weekend, at the end of May even saw a few moments frozen rain, but apart from that conditions were not too bad for pushing bikes up and down hills.
-Now I've come to a quiet spell., am not very keen on hostelling in 'August when the places are overrun by children on school holiday,  but I'm goinr, to visit my brother and family in Birmingham when we get our lonE weekerrl. in September (in lieu of August Bank Holiday) and we are booked into the Old Dungeon Ghyll for a weekend at the end of October, being the first we could get with acccom~)dation available for ray sister and family_ and myself. After that  r guess we settle down to -the long 'winter nights by the fireside - and start -planning for next year:"
-A MEEEND ON TIE COX.
 - Fred Thynne.
 Shortly after 10.30 p m, on Friday night, 28th July, a taxi was speeding five menbers from Blackheath to a camp site at Map Reference Katocmba 349458. Despite an abundance of timber in the area, there was a distinct shortage of fir ewood and
 tent poles. However, these shortcomings were soon overcome and the normal procedure  of tent erecting and cooking was soon on the way-. Shortly before retiring for the night (or was it morning?) our leader ascertained the t prospective members outnumberecl members by three to two and that they were on their first Test Walk. This news affected his nerves so much that he promptly served for free to all an issue of "Fortegen". This mixture had never failed him and he was taking no chances with this lot.