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+======The Sydney Bushwalker.======
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-THE SYDNEY BUSHLLKER
+A monthly bulletin of matters of interest to The Sydney Bush Walkers, 14 Atchison Street, St. Leonards.
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+Postal Address: Box 4476 G.P.O., Sydney, N.S.W. 2001.
-A monthly bulletin of matters of interest to The Syclney Bush 7alkors9 14 1.-behison Street9 St. Leonaras.
-POSTAL ADDRESS: Box 4476 G.1.0.9 Sydney9 N.S.7. 2001. Meetings at the Club Room on Wednesday cvonincs after 7.30 p m. Enquiries regaraing the Club -- Mrs Marcia Shappert9 Talc 30-2028.
+Meetings at the Club Room on Wednesday evenings after 7.30 p.m.
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-LAY, 1973
+Enquiries regarding the Club - Mrs. Marcia Shappert, Te1. 30-2028.
-Spiro Ketas9 104/10 Uylde Street, Pott's Point 2011. Tale. 357-1381 (home)
-Evelyn 'Jalker
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-Mike Short
-Bill Durk, 3 Coral Tree Drive, Carlingford, 2118.
+=====May, 1973.=====
-Editor:
-Typist: Duplication: Business Manager:
+|**Editor**|Spiro Ketas, 104/10 Wylde Street, Pott's Point, 2011. Te1.357-1381 (Home)|
-IN THIS ISSUE:
+|**Typist**|Evelyn Walker|
-The April General Meeting by Jim Drown Page 2
+|**Duplication**|Mike Short|
-Tasmania '72, part 5 Don Finch 3
+|**Business Manager**|Bill Burke, 3 Coral Tree Drive, Carlingford, 2118.|
-Walking the Pennine Way Frank Rigby 4
-Paddy Pallin advertisement 6
+=====In This Issue:=====
-A. Sunday Disaster David Cotton 8
-Jenolan Caves part 1 (from "OberonJenolan District") 9
+| | |Page|
-Jenolan Caves part 2 (from "Our Blue Mountains Yesterdays") 11
+|The April General Meeting|Jim Brown| 2|
-Mountain Equipment advertisement 12
+|Tasmania '72, part 5|Don Finch| 3|
-Federation. Notes 2osemary Edmunds 14
+|Walking the Pennine Way|Frank Rigby| 4|
-The Savo Oolong Bulletin 15
+|A Sunday Disaster|David Cotton| 8|
-Walks Secretary's Notes for June 71i1f Hilder 16
+|Jenolan Caves part 1 (from "Oberon-Jenolan District")| | 9|
-Letter from Alan and Dorothy 18
+|Jenolan Caves part 2 (from "Our Blue Mountains Yesterdays")| |11|
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+|Federation Notes|Rosemary Edmunds|14|
-Page 2 THE SYDITE'Y BUSH.17ALIM.R ... May, 1973
+|The Save Colong Bulletin| |15|
-Th.7 APRIL GETERAL L Bi ING
+|Walks Secretary's Notes for June|Wi1f Hilder|16|
-When the President called the April meeting to order, so few were present that a murmur arose "Have we a quorum?" Yes, we did, and a couple to spare, albeit that two were the new members to be welcomed, Jenny Hulton and Dirk
+|Letter from Alan and Dorothy| |18|
-Balvoord. After reading the minutes of the Annual Meeting it was stated that negotiations were in train for purchase of the additional typewriter approved on that occasion. Correspondence disclosed a number of "staff movements", with Barbara Bruce returning to the active list, while Margaret
-Marotsy and Frank Ashdown had resigned - the former going abroad: Marie Byles and Maurice Berry had accepted Honorary Membership, and the same offer had been extended to Myles Dunphy: during a two years' sojourn overseas Alice
+=====Advertisements=====
-and Alan 1-iyborn had transferred to the non-active list.
-Marcia Shappert, the new Treasurer, put us in the financial picture, which indicated that the usual March outgoings, plus a major expenditure of about $240 for a year's supply of magazine covers, had more than offset income from the new year's subscriptions, and our "end,..of-March" balance was down to $596 in the working account. We moved on to I:Talks activities, cbmmencing with a report of Tony Denham's "leisurely" trip to Blue Gum on March' 9/119' only two members being present. The President said that the Annual Reunion had brought out about 150 people, and it was good to see the large attendance of family groups, some of whom had not been seen for several years.
+| |Page|
-For the following weekend, March 23/25, there had been Mike Short's jaunt to Bonnum Pic and the Uollondilly, 11 present, a fair amount of scrub on the ridges, and a rumour that the earth tremor of February, which had been centred in the region, had shifted a slab of rock and made access to Bonnnum Pic a little more hazardous: notwithstanding which, Mike's party went out to the Peak. Bill Burke, on the same weekend, visited Splendour Rock and the Cox River, making their Saturday night camp at MObbs Swamp and visiting the Rock without packs. It was understood Roger Gowing's camp at Era had been cancelled?
+|Paddy Pallin| 6|
-while on the Sunday 14 walkers turned out for John Holly's day trip from Camijbelltovin to Pheasant Creek and O'Hare's Creeks they managed to outflank a wire fence erected by the Army, but found the water in Pheasant Creek somewhat turbid from developments higher up.
+|Mountain Equipment|12|
-The weekend which bracketed the end of March and beginning of April saw Don Finch's journey into the Ettrema Creek country, about 12 folk coming
-along. It was rather scrubby across the plateau, so they camped-in the
+----
-valley, and followed Dungeon Creek back to the cars. Same weekend, and Hans Beck had three in the party over Mount Solitary, camping on top of the mountain on Saturday night, and making an early finish at the top of Golden Stairs on the Sunday.
-Three day walks took place on Sunday April 1, ono led by Wilf Hilder - a deferred trip to the Colo Valley, which started from home at 5.0 a m. with four people. Some thickish sera was encountered on the descent from Culoul Range, and the river was up slightly, and it was 'round 6.15 p m. when the party reached the side creek which they were to ascend. That with failing torches and a pile 'of flood debris in the creek the climb took quite a while,
+=====The April General Meeting.=====
-Page 3
-Ti-E SYDNEY B1JSE7ALKER May, 1973
+When the President called the April meeting to order, so few were present that a murmur arose "Have we a quorum?" Yes, we did, and a couple to spare, albeit that two were the new members to be welcomed, Jenny Hulton and Dirk Balvoord. After reading the minutes of the Annual Meeting it was stated that negotiations were in train for purchase of the additional typewriter approved on that occasion. Correspondence disclosed a number of "staff movements", with Barbara Bruce returning to the active list, while Margaret Marotsy and Frank Ashdown had resigned - the former going abroad: Marie Byles and Maurice Berry had accepted Honorary Membership, and the same offer had been extended to Myles Dunphy: during a two years' sojourn overseas Alice and Alan Wyborn had transferred to the non-active list.
-and it was almost 11.0 o'clock back at the cars. Meanwhile Marion Lloyd's team was doing the historic sites around -C:oodford and Faulconbridge with 7 in the party. At one stage they appeared to be regarded as trespassers, and
-Bob Younger described the walkers as "skulking in the blackberry bushes, pretending to be Bror Rabbit." The third day walk was Kath Brown's trip (12 attending) from Uaterfall to Audloy with tho stream slightly higher than usual and the Pools nicely filled.
+Marcia Shappert, the new Treasurer, put us in the financial picture, which indicated that the usual March outgoings, plus a major expenditure of about $240 for a year's supply of magazine covers, had more than offset income from the new year's subscriptions, and our "end-of-March" balance was down to $596 in the working account. We moved on to Walks activities, commencing with a report of Tony Denham's "leisurely" trip to Blue Gum on March 9/11, only two members being present. The President said that the Annual Reunion had brought out about 150 people, and it was good to see the large attendance of family groups, some of whom had not been seen for several years.
-The final weekend covered the trip into the Lower Gangerang led by Mike Short in lieu of Roy Higginbottom. The trip was reversed to enter the Cox valloy via Uhito Dog and some navigational problems wore encountered on the Gangerang, but Dax Crook was reached at 6.30 on Saturday night, and the return to the cars via Konangaroo clearing was made on the Sunday: seven in the party. This was the weekend of Federation Rounion, with about eight S.B.W. in residence, and on the Sunday Bill Hall had 16 for his day trip out from Uaterfall, which was uneventful except for one member being bitten by a bull-ant. (To judge
-from subsoquont events, the bull-ants were only getting into their stride).
+For the following weekend, March 23/25, there had been Mike Short's jaunt to Bonnum Pic and the Wollondilly, 11 present, a fair amount of scrub on the ridges, and a rumour that the earth tremor of February, which had been centred in the region, had shifted a slab of rock and made access to Bonnnum Pic a little more hazardous: notwithstanding which, Mike's party went out to the Peak. Bill Burke, on the same weekend, visited Splendour Rock and the Cox River, making their Saturday night camp at Mobbs Swamp and visiting the Rock without packs. It was understood Roger Gowing's camp at Era had been cancelled, while on the Sunday 14 walkers turned out for John Holly's day trip from Campbelltown to Pheasant Creek and O'Hare's Creek; they managed to outflank a wire fence erected by the Army, but found the water in Pheasant Creek somewhat turbid from developments higher up.
-'calf gave us a run-down on Federation affairs, thore having been a protracted ddbato at the last meeting on the suitability of the Reunion site, and
-also about the date for the Anzac Day observance at the Splendour Rock Memorial.
+The weekend which bracketed the end of March and beginning of April saw Don Finch's journey into the Ettrema Creek country, about 12 folk coming along. It was rather scrubby across the plateau, so they camped in the valley, and followed Dungeon Creek back to the cars. Same weekend, and Hans Beck had three in the party over Mount Solitary, camping on top of the mountain on Saturday night, and making an early finish at the top of Golden Stairs on the Sunday.
-Federation is still trying to came to a conclusion with the Army concerning access to the Budawang Mountains from Sassafras, while the National Parks Association is voicing opposition to caving in reserves unloss permission is obtained. It had been announced that the annual orienteering competition would be held on May 26, and at the Federation meeting there had been a post-mortem discussion on the procedures at the Gas Pipe Lino Enquiry.
-This loft only two brief comments bofore we would up at 9.20 p m. First Alan Round mentioned that dog traps were likely to be sot along Scott's Main Range trail shortly,aftor Eastor, while Social Secretary Elaine Brown gave notice of a couple of likely amendments to the social events towards the and of
+Three day walks took place on Sunday April 1, one led by Wilf Hilder - a deferred trip to the Colo Valley, which started from home at 5.0 a.m. with four people. Some thickish scrub was encountered on the descent from Culoul Range, and the river was up slightly, and it was 'round 6.15 p.m. when the party reached the side creek which they were to ascend. What with failing torches and a pile of flood debris in the creek the climb took quite a while, and it was almost 11.0 o'clock back at the cars. Meanwhile Marion Lloyd's team was doing the historic sites around Woodford and Faulconbridge with 7 in the party. At one stage they appeared to be regarded as trespassers, and Bob Younger described the walkers as "skulking in the blackberry bushes, pretending to be Brer Rabbit." The third day walk was Kath Brown's trip (12 attending) from Waterfall to Audley with the stream slightly higher than usual and the pools nicely filled.
-May.
-TLSMLNIL '72 (Part 5) by Don Finch
+The final weekend covered the trip into the Lower Gangerang led by Mike Short in lieu of Roy Higginbottom. The trip was reversed to enter the Cox valloy via White Dog and some navigational problems were encountered on the Gangerang, but Dex Creek was reached at 6.30 on Saturday night, and the return to the cars via Konangaroo clearing was made on the Sunday: seven in the party. This was the weekend of Federation Reunion, with about eight S.B.W. in residence, and on the Sunday Bill Hall had 16 for his day trip out from Waterfall, which was uneventful except for one member being bitten by a bull-ant. (To judge from subsequent events, the bull-ants were only getting into their stride).
-The last of the morning mist was drying up as the sun peeped over the ridge. Hot and strong, anothor warm day was on the way. The crisp cool
-of the early morning was already going, and the perspiration was dripping off our bodies as we struggled with the packs up the ironbounds. About half way up on a lovel portion of the ridge we wore afforded a view to the south. Do Witt Island 10 miles away looked rather forlorn with its court of lessor islands. 17e speculated where Miss COODOT would have made her camp, deciding
+Wilf gave us a run-down on Federation affairs, there having been a protracted debate at the last meeting on the suitability of the Reunion site, and also about the date for the Anzac Day observance at the Splendour Rock Memorial. Federation is still trying to come to a conclusion with the Army concerning access to the Budawang Mountains from Sassafras, while the National Parks Association is voicing opposition to caving in reserves unless permission is obtained. It had been announced that the annual orienteering competition would be held on May 26, and at the Federation meeting there had been a post-mortem discussion on the procedures at the Gas Pipe Line Enquiry.
-on the only largo crook that flowed to the north of the island.
-disturbod several ground parrots, in size and shape not unlike the
+This left only two brief comments before we would up at 9.20 p.m. First Alan Round mentioned that dog traps were likely to be set along Scott's Main Range trail shortly after Easter, while Social Secretary Elaine Brown gave notice of a couple of likely amendments to the social events towards the and of May.
-eastern rosolla, but the plumage was of olive green with dark bands on breast, wing and tail feathers.
-Page 4 'THE SYDNEY BUSH17ALKER Nhy, 1973
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-Tho track pass as by a high peak on the Ironbounds. Everybody but Pet or decidod to give it a miss having worn themselves out getting up what was necessary. Thc peak was bare of any -blocs, with only low scrub, moss and rocks as a covering. Wo watched Peter's progress almost until the top whore ho bocame invisible except to the koonost oyes. Ue moved off without waiting for him. The descant started immediately, past the high camp site and than dropping more steeply. Here the track became little more than a muddy crook. Tree roots and fallen timber mado the descant very tricky just the place to sprain an ankle.
- Down at sea level again wo passed Lousy Day, stopped for lunch at Doadman's Beach and continued in the afternoon to Prior Beach whore we made camp on the castorn end. Peter and I went fishing while Snow, Spiro, Bill and Graham decided to go for a walk along the beach. Snow suggested they could go up and have a look at Precipitous Bluff and the lagoon. Six weary sand. miles later they arrived back at camp. Snow wasn't very Popular at all.
+=====Tasmania '72 (Part 5).=====
-The next day we were to walk to Surprizo Bay about 8 miles. 7o
-found the fibreglass rowing boat that is used to cross tho lagoon. Thc remains of an old wooden skiff lay under some trees. The spit of sand between New River Lagoon and Prior Beach is used as an air drop site. Air drops arc usually made weeks beforehand, and often for one reason or another the intended recipients fail to claim them. Tho packages are dated with an expiry data, after which they are fair game. Snow, being the most hopeful, started off in his search for an expired air drop. He had been gone only ten minutes or so when he came staggering back across the sand with an enormous sack swung over his back. He dropped it to the same with a healthy thud. Eager hands soon had the wra-ppings off. Cans of soft drink, blocks of chocolate, tinned bully beef, Milo and broken biscuits were revealed. Three cheers for Snow ho had made up for that extra long beach walk the day before.
+by Don Finch.
-xxxxxxxxxxm
-laLKING THE PENNINE 7AY By Frank Rigby
+The last of the morning mist was drying up as the sun peeped over the ridge. Hot and strong, another warm day was on the way. The crisp cool of the early morning was already going, and the perspiration was dripping off our bodies as we struggled with the packs up the Ironbounds. About half way up on a level portion of the ridge we were afforded a view to the south. De Witt Island 10 miles away looked rather forlorn with its court of lessor islands. We speculated where Miss Cooper would have made her camp, deciding on the only large creek that flowed to the north of the island.
-Everyone's doing it, young folk, c,la folk, all the same. No I'm not talking about the Cornish Floral Dane but walking the Pennine :Tay. Every summer they're out there in their thousands, aged seven to seventy, many knocking off the entire 250 miles during their annual holidays. From the Peak in Derbyshire to tho Choviot Hills, there can be soon each day a veritable procession of walkers across the moors. 77a1king those British 7ays has become a way of life, and the opening of each new r:ay is heralded as a groat achievement. Some enthusiasts "do" a difforent one each year and we hoard tales of exploits along the South Downs 7ay, the PeMbrokeshiro Coast Way, Offa's Dyke Path, etc., otc. I would not say that walking the :ays is exactly equivalent to Australian bushwalking but (with the possible exception of Scotland) it's the nearest the Brits can got to it.
-Page 5 THE SYDNEY BUSHTJALICDR May, 1973
+We disturbed several ground parrots, in size and shape not unlike the eastern rosolla, but the plumage was of olive green with dark bands on breast, wing and tail feathers.
-My first contact with the Pennine 'Jay was in the small town, of Hawes in the Yorkshire Dales. I remember well the sign in the main street which showed the -Jay -Is passing uhacr an archway, through a courtyard and then down a lane bordered by neat cottages. This is the intriguing thing about the Pennine Way - it marches through towns and villages, up country lanes between dry stone fences, across farmers' fields and motorways as well as crossing the high moors whore, strangely, civilisation seems as remote as it does on the
-button-grass plains of Tasmania. Yet despite all this development en route, the walkers enjoy an unchallenged right-flf-way for 250 miles (contrast the local situation J) They can also enjoy a convivial wayside jug of the best at a pub and a night in a farmhouse catching up on the local gossip.
+The track passes by a high peak on the Ironbounds. Everybody but Peter decided to give it a miss having worn themselves out getting up what was necessary. The peak was bare of any trees, with only low scrub, moss and rocks as a covering. We watched Peter's progress almost until the top where he became invisible except to the keenest eyes. We moved off without waiting for him. The descant started immediately, past the high camp site and then dropping more steeply. Here the track became little more than a muddy creek. Tree roots and fallen timber made the descant very tricky - just the place to sprain an ankle.
-So it was fron Hawes that Joan and 19 suitably armed with a special
-guide-book, set out last July for a two-day jaunt along thc Pennine Way. Ours was a puny effort compared with the roal exponents since we intended only a short section in the middle. The first signpost on the edge of town pointed across a farmer's field - we couldn't quite got used to the idea of "trespassing" private property but reassurance from a local resident set our minds at case. This gentleman regaled us wIth what seemed like the entire history of the aroa (Bonnie Prince Charlie marched his army straight down that hil15 the Romans brought their legions along an old road over there - you can still see the tracks, etc.) and finally sent us off with a guarantee that the sun would shine all day (a bit of a joke in the event 1)
+Down at sea level again we passed Lousy Bay, stopped for lunch at Deadman's Beach and continued in the afternoon to Prior Beach where we made camp on the eastern end. Peter and I went fishing while Snow, Spiro, Bill and Graham decided to go for a walk along the beach. Snow suggested they could go up and have a look at Precipitous Bluff and the lagoon. Six weary sand miles later they arrived back at camp. Snow wasn't very popular at all.
--,- Soon we were into the hills, looking 12)7ck at the green, green valley with Hawes nestling at the bottom and the patchwork quilt fields and the'stone fences. The whole scone reminded me of those children's story books with the pretty pictures. But that wasn't all, for we could now sec that we ware
-being followed by groups of walkers here and there - indeed some were ahead
+The next day we were to walk to Surprize Bay - about 8 miles. We found the fibreglass rowing boat that is used to cross the lagoon. The remains of an old wooden skiff lay under some trees. The spit of sand between New River Lagoon and Prior Beach is used as an air drop site. Air drops are usually made weeks beforehand, and often for one reason or another the intended recipients fail to claim them. The packages are dated with an expiry date, after which they are fair game. Snow, being the most hopeful, started off in his search for an expired air drop. He had been gone only ten minutes or so when he came staggering back across the sand with an enormous sack swung over his back. He dropped it to the same with a healthy thud. Eager hands soon had the wrappings off. Cans of soft drink, blocks of chocolate, tinned bully beef, Milo and broken biscuits were revealed. Three cheers for Snow - he had made up for that extra long beach walk the day before.
-of us as well. It was like one of those day walks we have hero sometimes,
-with about fifty starters scattered at random all along the route. Lt rest stops wo talked to them and learned a bit about British "rambling". They came from everywhere - from places like Brighton, Banbury and Birmingham, from the foul industrial cities and the Now Towns, to flex their muscles and savour the freedom of the uncluttered parts of England. In return we had to
+----
-toll them about bushwalking back home ana dispel a few myths about snakes,
-flies and other nasty insects.
+=====Walking The Penine Way.=====
-Just a few short miles from Hawes and we seemed to be in the middle of Siberial We wore now on the high moors, treeless and boggy, and treacherous in foul weather when the mists come down or the icy winds and rain howl across them. Many a man has lost his life in this country. It never ceases to amaze me that there aro areas of England like this whore there is no sign of man's presence as far as the eye can see. Yet we knew that dawn in the dales, not so far away, wore busy roads and villages with all the trappings of civilised society.
-Lunch near Great Shunner Poll (it sounds impresvo 1) and on again along the soggy track until we descended to the next-valley northwards in a stone-walled lane into one of those picturesque little English villages.
+By Frank Rigby.
-Pago 6
-THE SYDNEY BUSE:1=R May 9 1973
+Everyone's doing it, young folk, old folk, all the same. No - I'm not talking about the Cornish Floral Dance but walking the Pennine Way. Every summer they're out there in their thousands, aged seven to seventy, many knocking off the entire 250 miles during their annual holidays. From the Peak in Derbyshire to the Cheviot Hills, there can be soon each day a veritable procession of walkers across the moors. Wa1king those British Ways has become a way of life, and the opening of each new Way is heralded as a great achievement. Some enthusiasts "do" a different one each year and we heard tales of exploits along the South Downs Way, the Pembrokeshire Coast Way, Offa's Dyke Path, etc., etc. I would not say that walking the Ways is exactly equivalent to Australian bushwalking but (with the possible exception of Scotland) it's the nearest the Brits can get to it.
-eg S44 a St
-Lightweight btishwafking r
+My first contact with the Pennine Way was in the small town of Hawes in the Yorkshire Dales. I remember well the sign in the main street which showed the Way as passing under an archway, through a courtyard and then down a lane bordered by neat cottages. This is the intriguing thing about the Pennine Way - it marches through towns and villages, up country lanes between dry stone fences, across farmers' fields and motorways as well as crossing the high moors where, strangely, civilisation seems as remote as it does on the button-grass plains of Tasmania. Yet despite all this development en route, the walkers enjoy an unchallenged right-of-way for 250 miles (contrast the local situation!) They can also enjoy a convivial wayside jug of the best at a pub and a night in a farmhouse catching up on the local gossip.
-, and Camping gear.
-FREEZE DRIED AND DEHYDRATED FOODS
+So it was fron Hawes that Joan and I, suitably armed with a special guide-book, set out last July for a two-day jaunt along the Pennine Way. Ours was a puny effort compared with the real exponents since we intended only a short section in the middle. The first signpost on the edge of town pointed across a farmer's field - we couldn't quite get used to the idea of "trespassing" private property but reassurance from a local resident set our minds at ease. This gentleman regaled us with what seemed like the entire history of the area (Bonnie Prince Charlie marched his army straight down that hil1; the Romans brought their legions along an old road over there - you can still see the tracks, etc.) and finally sent us off with a guarantee that the sun would shine all day (a bit of a joke in the event!)
+Soon we were into the hills, looking back at the green, green valley with Hawes nestling at the bottom and the patchwork quilt fields and the stone fences. The whole scene reminded me of those children's story books with the pretty pictures. But that wasn't all, for we could now see that we ware being followed by groups of walkers here and there - indeed some were ahead of us as well. It was like one of those day walks we have here sometimes, with about fifty starters scattered at random all along the route. At rest stops we talked to them and learned a bit about British "rambling". They came from everywhere - from places like Brighton, Banbury and Birmingham, from the foul industrial cities and the New Towns, to flex their muscles and savour the freedom of the uncluttered parts of England. In return we had to tell them about bushwalking back home ana dispel a few myths about snakes, flies and other nasty insects.
+Just a few short miles from Hawes and we seemed to be in the middle of Siberia! We were now on the high moors, treeless and boggy, and treacherous in foul weather when the mists come down or the icy winds and rain howl across them. Many a man has lost his life in this country. It never ceases to amaze me that there are areas of England like this where there is no sign of man's presence as far as the eye can see. Yet we knew that down in the dales, not so far away, were busy roads and villages with all the trappings of civilised society.
+Lunch near Great Shunner Fell (it sounds impressive!) and on again along the soggy track until we descended to the next valley northwards in a stone-walled lane into one of those picturesque little English villages.
+No pub here so we slaked our thirst with the best Yorkshire milk and swapped yarns with a group of young men who were walking the entire way and camping out every night into the bargain. They were sending off postcards to assure Mum or the girl friend that all was well.
+Finding our route out of that village and across the fields was quite an exercise, one tends not to believe the signposts which direct one along narrow twisting laneways among the houses and then over stone walls enclosing the locals' crops and cattle. An hour's walking along a pleasant track among the green fields brought us to our next village where we decided to spend the night, pitching the tent for a fee on private property beside a lovely stream. This was a terrible mistake despite the idyllic surroundings. We had reckoned without the midges! These insects are the scourge of northern England and Scotland but naturally the tourists never hear about them beforehand. There were thousands inside the tent and millions outside but enough said. We now thoroughly understand why many of the Wayfarers spend their nights indoors; and don't let me hear the Poms or the Scots complaining about our flies!
+Next morning we could not get away quickly enough and ate our breakfast up in the hills where we could got get some peace. More parties on the track, including several we had met the previous day - one could make some lasting friendships if going all the way. We fell in with a family (kids and all) who told us they had booked every night's accommodation for their 20-day trip way back in January, so great was the pressure on lodgings along the Way. The whole walk was pre-planned then, and come hell or high water they must make their goal each evening or the entire schedule would fall in ruins.
+Just as we were getting a good sweat-up, what should loom up on the near horizon but a Pub! I rubbed my eyes, but there it was - the Tan Hill Inn, all on its ownsome out in the middle of nowhere (we later discovered a narrow road to it). Now I ask you Australians, can you imagine downing packs, trundling into the pub for a pint of bitter, exchanging track banter with twenty or so fellow-walkers and then returning to the walk? There was an air of unreality about it all, especially when that bitter had the usual effect. This pub was reputed to be the highest in all England - one of several, I believe, all claiming the same distinction. One thing is not in dispute though; it was doing a roaring trade out of the walkers on the Pennine Way.
+We terminated the jaunt that afternoon at a point where the Way crosses a busy highway. Some people say that crossing the highways is the greatest hazard on the Way - I can well believe it. Anyway, this highway was a means back to our starting point where we had a car to retrieve.
+Not an Australian-type bushwalk but an enjoyable (midges excepted) and educational experience; one meets the people as well as the landscape. If there's a next time, I might "do" the South Downs for a change.
+----
+=====Paddy Made.=====
+Lightweight bushwalking and camp gear.
+===Freeze Dried and Dehydrated Foods.===
 Now, the bushwalker can fully equip himself with the aid of Paddy's range of lightweight foods. Beef curry with rice; sweet and sour thicken with rice; chicken curry with rice; instant mashed potatoes; Surprise peas; Surprise peas and carrots; butter concentrate in tubes or 12oz tins; condensed milk in tubes; mixed vegetables; Kraft onions, Ovaltine energy tablets; freeze dried egg powder; Staminade; Kraft personal servings of jam, tomato sauce etc; army ration biscuits; farmhouse stew; savoury mince; beef curry; chicken curry; sweet and sour chicken; thicken supreme; 4 serve packet soups; Alliance beef steak stew; Alliance beef mince; Kendall mint cake or Kendall rum butter candy.
-BUNYIP RUCKSACK
-This ishipadiTucksack is excellent for children. Use- full day pack. Weight 14ozs.
+__Bunyip Rucksack.__ This 'shaped' rucksack is excellent for children. Useful day pack. Weight 14 ozs.
-SENIOR RUCKSACK
-A single pocket, shaped rucksack. Suitable for overnight camping. Weight 1%lbs.
+__Senior Rucksack.__ A single pocket, shaped rucksack. Suitable for overnight camping. Weight 1 1/2 lbs
-BUSHMAN RUCKSACK
-Has sewn-in curved bottom for extra comfort in carrying. Will hold 30Ibs. 2 pocket model 11/41bs. 3 pocket
+__Bushman Rucksack.__ Have sewn-in curved bottom for extra comfort in carrying. Will hold 30 lbs. 2 pocket model 1 1/4 lbs. 3 pocket model 1 1/2 lbs.
-model 11Albs.
-PIONEER RUCKSACK
+__Pioneer Rucksack__ is an extra large bag with four external pockets and will carry about 40 lbs of camp gear. Weight 2 1/4 lbs.
-Extra large bag with four external pockets and will carry about 40Ibs of camp gear. Weight 21/41bs.
-Everything for the bush- walker, from blankets and air mattresses, stretchers, boots, compasses, maps, books, stoves and tamps to cooking ware and freeze dried and dehydrated foods.
+__'A' Tents__
-'A' TENTS
-One, two or three man. From 2% to 3%lbs. Choice of three cloths.
+One, two or three man. From 2 1/2 to 3 1/2 lbs. Choice of three cloths. Supplied with nylon cords and overlapped doors. No walls.
-Supplied with nylon cords and overlapped doors. No walls.
-WALL TENTS
+__Wall Tents.__
-Two, three or four man. From 3% to 414/bs. Choice of three cloths.
-Supplied with nylon cords and overlapped doors.
+Two, three or four man. From 3 1/2 to 4 1/2 lbs. Choice of three cloths. Supplied with nylon cords and overlapped doors.
-:et 4.14
-LIVERPOOL ST. SYDNEY 26-2686 61-7216
+Everything for the bushwalker, from blankets and air mattresses, stretchers, boots, compasses, maps, books, stoves and lamps to cooking ware and freeze dried and dehydrated foods.
-Page 7 TIE SYDNEY BUSHI7ALICR, May, 1973
- '.:.+ra r....,...
+Paddy Pallin.
-No pub hero so we slaked our thirst with the host Yorkshire milk and swapped yarns with a group of young mon who wore walking the entire way and camping out every night into the bargain. They were sending off postcards to assure hum or the girl friond that all was well
-Finding our route out of that village and across the fields was quite
+Liverpool St., Sydney. 26-2686, 61-7215.
-an exorcise, one tends not to believe tho signposts which direct one along
-narrow twisting laneways among the houses and then over stone walls enclos-
+----
-ing the locals ' crops and cattle. An hour's walking along a pleasant
-track among the groan fields brought us to our next village whore we decided to spend the night, pitching the tent for a foe on private Property beside a, lovely stream. This was a torriblo mistake despite the idyllic surroundings. ie had reckoned without the midges Those insects are the
+=====A Sunday Disaster.=====
-scourge of northern England and Scotland but naturally tho tourists never
-hear about them beforehand. There were thousands inside the tent and millions outside but enough said0 re now thorough understand why many of the 7ayfarors spend their nights indoors; and don't lot mo hear the Poms or the Scots complaining about our flies I
+__(or Beewalking at Darkes Forest)__
-Next morning WC Could not get awa,y quickly onough and ate our breakfast up in tho hills whore we could got F.iorno, peE.,..co. More parties on the tra,ck, including sovr vf al we had mot the previous clay one could make some
-lasting friendships if going all tho way. 77o fell in with a 'family (kids and all) who told us they had booked ovc2.7 night 's accommodation for their 2Cday t.-2i-o way bacl-. in January, so great was the pressure on lodgings along the -;ray. The whole walk was Proplanned thci. and come hell or high water thoy must make their goal each ovoning or the entire schedule would fall in ruins.
+By David Cotton.
-Just as we wore getting a good sweatup; that should loom up on the near horizon but a Pub I rubbcd my oyes, but there it was the Tan Hill Inn, all on its ownsorao out in the middlo of nowhere (we later discovered a narrow road to it). Now I ask you Australians, can you imagine dawning
-packs, trundling into tho pub for a pint of bitter, exchanging track banter
+Saturday. A very, very wet morning, spent going through my slide collection and reading books (what else can one do when one lives in a very small and very cluttered hut at Darkes Forest?) Anyway, the 4.00 pm train was met at Helensburgh, I picked up Evelyn and Doug and then back to Darkes Forest. Tents were soon up and a quick cup of tea, then off for a scramble around the waterfall. The creek had dropped two foot since the morning and consequently the trip underneath the waterfall to me was very disappointing. Only a fraction as exciting as when in full flood, which is something like walking through a railway tunnel with half a million trains passing through simultaneously.
-with twenty or so fello7walkers and than returning to the walk? There was an air of unroali y about it all, especially when that bitter had the usual effect. This 1,Alo was reputed to bo the highest in all ngland
-one of several, I boliovo, all claiming the same distinction. One thing is
+Tea was on soon after returning and seemingly finished just as quickly, and after a mug of apple cider Doug departed to the "Land of Nod", leaving Evelyn and myself to discuss ponderous subjects around an extremely smoky fire till the late hours of the evening, when we called it quits and sought the "Land of Nod" likewise, possibly a little wiser or more confused - who knows?
-not in dispute though; it was doing a roaring trade out of the walkers on the Ponnine Way.
-We terminated the jaunt that citornoon at a point whore the .:ay crosses a busy highway. Some people say that crossing the highways is the greatest
+Sunday. A very, very cold and cloudy morning. Only a small amount of rain fell during the night and the large amount of surface water lying around from the previous day had disappeared. Even the huge puddle the campfire had been sitting in was almost gone. A rather smoky fire was tolerated during breakfast. Why? I don't know. I have never known anyone to cook cornflakes!
-hazard on the Way I can well believe it. Anyway, this highway was a means
-back to our starting point where we had a oar to retrieve.
+At this stage, the cleaning up of breakfast things was left for Evelyn and I departed with a Steinbeck book and clock (no watch) to the Forest/Highway turnoff to meet our Sunday starters at 9.30.
-Not an Australiantypo bushwalk but an enjoyable (midgos excepted) and
-educational experience; one moots the people as well as the landscape.
+Cousin Leonora, new to Sydney from Armidale where she had spent the last year or so since coming over from Perth, was first to arrive. Shortly after Mitch turned up with daughter Jan, I waited until 10, then back to the apiary.
-If there's a next time, I might "do" the South Downs for a change. XMCC:=00====
-Page 8 THE SYDNEY BUST-T7A1I= May, 1973
+Due to the cold weather the bee inspection was rather short and abrupt. I was nursing a heavy cold and with only a small party I just couldn't get into things.
-.
-.i., SUNDAY DISASTER By David Cotton (or Boowalking at Darkos Forest)
+After morning tea of bread and butter and fresh honeycomb still warm from the hive, a quick scramble around the waterfall was undertaken. The falls were found to be even lower than the previous trip; once something has been seen in all its fury it is a bit hard to accept when it is quiet and placid.
-Saturday. A very, very wot morning, spent going through my slide collection and reading books (what also can one do when one lives in a very small and very cluttered hut at Darkcs Forest?) Anyway, the 4.00 pm
-train was mot at Holonsburgh, I picked up Evelyn and Doug and then back to Darkos Forest, Tents wore soon up and a quick cup of tea,thon off
+After a short scramble under, over and around the falls it was decided to abandon the usual trip down O'Hares Creek and return to the apiary for lunch.
-for a scraMblo around the waterfall. The creek had dropped two foot sinco the morning and consequently the trip underneath the waterfall to
-me was very disappointing. Only a fraction as exciting as when in full
+On returning Mitch found his car keys were locked inside his car, together with his and Jan's dinner. A nasty moment. After much unsuccessful amateur burglary the local N.R.M.A depot was contacted and Mitch, who was not a member, soon found "it pays to belong". After which a much greater and more concentrated amateur burglary effort was set in motion. One person to each door armed with a variety of paint scrapers, tin, wire and aluminium, which brought forth a great following of amateur keymakers all filing, snipping and testing until the whole procedure was terminated by the insertion of a huge screwdriver in the keyhole and with a great outburst of energy the door was opened minus a workable or sensible lock.
-flood, which is something like walking through a railway tunnel with half a million trains passing through simultaneously.
-Tea was on soon after returning and seemingly finished just as quickly, and after a mug of apple cider Doug departed to the "Land of Nod", leaving Evelyn and myself to discuss ponderous subjects around an extremely smoky fire till the late hours of the evening, when we called it quits and sought the "Land of Nod" likewise, possibly a little wiser or moro confused who knows?
+After dinner was concluded (and afternoon tea for some as well), Mitch, Jan, Evelyn and Doug departed for home.
-Sunday. A very, very cold and cloudy morning. Only a small amount
-of rain fall during the night and the large amount of surface water lying around from the previous day had disappeared. Even the huge puddle the campfiro had been sitting in was almost gone. L rather smoky fire was
+Disaster struck again for the second or third time (I forget). My own car keys were missing (12 keys - all quite irreplaceable). So after much searching and scrabbling all over the place and in the long grass, etc., Leonora found them and with much jumping up and down demanded a kiss for their return. We11, phew - 12 irreplaceable keys... Leonora got her big kiss, much, much bigger than she had expected.
-tolerated during breakfast. 71hy? I don't know. I have never known anyone to cook cornflakes!
-At this stage, the cleaning up of breakfast things was loft for Evelyn and I dopartod with a Stoinboolc book and clock (no watch) to the Forest/Highway turnoff to moot our Sunday starters at 9.30.
+Join in the fun next "Bee Wa1k". These will start again after the winter.
-Cousin Leonora, new to Sydney from Lrmidale whore she had spent the last year or so since coming over from Perth, was first to arrive. Shortly after Mitch turned up with daughter Jan, I waited until 10, then
-back to the apiary.
+----
-Due to the cold weather the boo inspection was rather short and abrupt. I was nursing a heavy cold and with only a small party I just couldn't get into things.
-After morning tea of bread and butter and fresh honeycomb still warm from the hive, a quick scramble around tho waterfall was undortakon.
-The falls were found to be oven lower thantho previous trip; once something has been seen in all its fury it is a bit hard to accept when it is quiet and placid.
-After a short scramble under, over and around the falls it was decided to abandon tho usual trip down O'Hares Creek and return to the apiary for
-lunch.
-Page 9
-TEE SYDNEY BUSH7ALKER Hay, 1973
-On returning hitch found his car keys wore locked inside his car, together with his and Jan's dinner. L nasty moment lifter much unsuccessful amateur burglary the local N0R0..M.21. depot was contacted and Mitch, who was not a member, soon found "it pays to belong". After which a much groat= and moro concentrated amateur burglary effort was sot in motion. One person to each door armed with a variety of paint scrapers,
-tin, wire and aluminium, which brought forth a groat following of amateur koymakors all filing, snipping and testing until the whole procedure was terminated by the insertion of a huge screwdriver in the koyholo and with a groat outburst of =orgy the door was opened minus a workable or sensible lock.
-_Aftor dinner was concluded (and afternoon tea for some as well), Mitch, Jan, Evolyn and Doug departed for home.
-Disaster struck again for the second or third time (I forget). My own car koys were missing (12 keys all quite irreplaceable). So after
-much searching and scrabbling all over the place and in the long grass, etc., Leonora found thom and with much jumping up and down demanded a kiss for their return. 7o119 phew 12 irreplaceable keys... Leonora got her big kiss, much, much bigger than she had expected.
-Join in the fun noxt "Boo 7a11-". Those will start again after the winter.
 XaCCOODZEOCCOO=
 JENOLAN CLVES