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-January 1989 The Sydney Bushwalker Page 3
+===== Journey To Bungleboori Creek - A Prospective's Perspective. =====
-JOURNEY TO BUNGLEBOORI CREEK - A PROSPECTIVE'S PERSPECTIVE  by Art Stolz
-The walk looked innocuous enough when I glanced at the map spread out in the foyer of the Ella Centre. Contours well separated with the exception of the Wollangambe crossing. Plenty of green though, but I didn't give this a further thought. I' was more concerned about
+by Art Stolz
-not having carried a moderately heavy pack for some years. "And bring some gaiters" were
-Oliver Crawford's last words when he called to say that the walk was definitely on.
+The walk looked innocuous enough when I glanced at the map spread out in the foyer of the Ella Centre. Contours well separated with the exception of the Wollangambe crossing. Plenty of green though, but I didn't give this a further thought. I was more concerned about not having carried a moderately heavy pack for some years. "And bring some gaiters" were Oliver Crawford's last words when he called to say that the walk was definitely on.
-It was somewhere between 35-40C when I drove through Richmond on the Friday evening
-of the walk. The car didn't enjoy the heat much either. Not good weather for walking,
+It was somewhere between 35°-40°C when I drove through Richmond on the Friday evening of the walk. The car didn't enjoy the heat much either. Not good weather for walking, I thought. Finding the post office at Mt Wilson where we'd agreed to meet proved troublesome. I had forgotten how puny the place was having been there only once before and well over 20 years ago. Also by this time it was pitch dark. The post office turned out to be a PMG mailbox and phone booth close together. Didn't have to wait too long for Oliver, Jim Rivers and Neil, another prospective. Peter Caldwell and Malcolm Steele arrived about an hour after the acceptable waiting period had lapsed. That night we camped by a track on a ridge above the Wollangambe, lulled to sleep by the flapping of mosquitos. Or were they bats?
-thought. Finding the post office at Mt Wilson where we'd agreed to meet proved trouble-
-some. I had forgotten how puny the place was having ben there only once before and well
+George Mawer joined us in the morning. After a leisurely breakfast we saddled up and moved off. It was scrub from the word go and I complimented myself for having invested in some gaiters. Fortunately, yesterday's heatwave had subsided. Indeed, the day was overcast and pleasantly cool. Pack seemed to feel all right and we made good time down the spur leading to the Wollangambe. Shoes off, on again and up the escarpment on the other side. More scrub at the top. Oliver and Jim navigated by compass and pacing and a good job they did too. Beginning to feel my back. Was I walking with my face on the ground or was my mind playing tricks? Everybody else seemed to look comfortable.
-. over 20 years ago. Also by this time it was pitch dark. The post office turned out to be
-a PMG mailbox and phone booth close together. Didn't have to wait too long for Oliver, Jim
+We stopped in a saddle for a belated morning tea. Felt like taking off and flying without that load on my back. Scaled a small rock face with the pack on. Quite pleased with myself. Still more scrub as we moved on. We had practically swum through the confounded stuff for about four hours. Rain was threatening. Would we make the campsite before this settled in? Jim, losing concentration for a moment, hit the ground with an ominous thud, spraining his ankle. "Nothing", he said, after lying on the ground and moaning for a while.
-Rivers and Neil, another prospective. Peter Caldwell and Malcolm Steele arrived about an
-hour after the acceptable waiting period had lapsed. That night we camped by a track on a
+It was well after noon and we hadn't yet stopped for lunch. But by this time the campsite was in our sights and on down and down a long and steep hill we pressed towards it. There was water. We breathed a collective sigh of relief. The rain had settled in and we hurriedly pitched our humpys (tents, fly sheets and even an old bit of tarpaulin!). We were tired to the very man. No matter; Oliver and those who felt like it departed on an exploratory. After all, this was what Oliver had come for. There simply was no time to be wasted finding a way down to Bunglebuori Creek. The rest rested, washed and got a rip-roaring fire going. Several hours later, the explorers returned looking wet and dejected.
-ridge above the Wollangambe, lulled to sleep by the flapping of mosquitos. Or were they
-bats?
+Nothing 1ike a warm fire and billy tea to lift the spirits. Rum and lemon-barley to ward off the mosquitos. Everyone talkative and in a philosophical mood. Strange, yesterday we didn't know each other but today we were almost friends. Good to get away from the city. So glad I came, I thought. Slept peacefully that night listening to a mopoke as I dropped off.
-George Mawer joined us in the morning. After a leisurely breakfast we saddled up and moved off. It was scrub from the word go and I complimented myself for having invested in some gaiters. Fortunately, yesterday's heatwave had subsided. Indeed, the day was overcast
-and pleasantly cool. Pack seemed to feel all right and we made good time down the spur leading to the Wollangambe. SMoes off, on again and up the escarpment on the other side. More scrub at the top. Oliver and Jim navigated by compass and pacing and a good job they did too. Beginning to feel my back. Was I walking with My face on the ground or was my mind playing tricks? Everybody else seemed to look comfortable.
+Currawongs chimed us awake in the morning. Discovered some new muscles as I turned. Neil, was already up and about muttering something about everybody snoring and a sleepless night. I was rather dejected to see eggs and even a tomato appear for breakfast. Someone grilled a chop. I had rationed my meals with portability in mind. Well, next time I'll know. Fascinated by George operating his coathanger, cum toaster, cum billy rest.
-We stopped in a saddle for a belated morning tea. Felt like taking off and flying without that load on my back. Scaled a small rock face with the pack on. Quite pleased
-with myself. Still more scrub as we moved on. We had practically swum through the confounded stuff for about four hours. Rain was threatening. Would we make the campsite before this settled in? Jim, losing conSntration for a moment, hit the ground' with an ominous thud, spraining his ankle. "Nothing", he said, after lying on the ground and moaning for a while.
+Bloody impossible to get down there was my first impression as I looked over the line of cliffs! Surely, 50 m down. We moved along the cliff line searching for a gap. Jim pointed to a possible break. Oliver, startd to descend without a moment's hesitation. I joined him in this madness. Down and sometimes sideways we scrambled from one rock to the next. I reminded Oliver that we had to come back up but he seemed unperturbed. Didn't take that long to make it down and we hollered signalling that we were there.
-It was well after noon and we hadn't yet stopped for lunch. But by this time the
-campsite was in our sights and on down and down a long and steep hill we pressed towards it.
+What a stream! The water was crystal clear and clean. There were rapids and deep pools. My casting arm kept twitching. Might there be fish? Pity we couldn't stay to find out. We surveyed the cliff face on the other side. Nothing but sheer rock faces. I pitied the early Australian explorers while Oliver lamented having left his camera at home. Surprisingly, the ascent was a pushover.
-There was water. We breathed a collective sigh of relief. The rain had settled in and we
-hurriedly pitchA our humpys (tents, fly sheets and even an old bit of tarpaulin!). We were
+No, not a detour and downhill to boot! No one spoke up. Soon we rested at a lookout point with Bungleboori Creek far below. Through my field glasses I spied a huge goanna preening himself on a beach. Now, we panted all the way up to the plateau we'd left the day before. More swimming through more scrub but at least my pack felt lighter and I believe my back was straight.
-tired to the ve-y man. No matter; Oliver and those who felt like it departed on an
-exploratory. fter all, this was what Oliver had come for. There simply was no time to
+Ropes came out at the saddle. Is this what is called rockhopping? Oops, the wrong spur into the Wollangambe. It took a second iteration to get the right one. We followed a new route down along a dried out but thickly overgrown creek bed; not a good one, in retrospect.
-be wasted findi g a way down to-Bunglebuori Creek. The rest rested, washed and got a rip-
-roarinc fire gc ng. Several hours later, the explorers returned looking wet and dejected.
+Oliver and Jim bounced up the escarpment like kid mountain goats with Malcolm not far behind. My pack got heavier and heavier. That I was not the last up made me feel a little better. A final bit of scrub-bashing and we were back at the cars. It was 5 pm. We were ahead of time. Oliver's reputation was shattered.
-Ncthing 11 e a warm fire and billy tea to lift the spirits. Rum and lemon-barley to ward off the mc quitos. Everyone talkative and in a philosophical mood. Strange, yesterday
-we didn't know ach other but today we were almost friends. Good to get away from the city.
-So glad I came. I thought. Slept peacefully that night listening to a mopoke as I dropped off.
-CurrawonT chimed us awake in the morning. Discovered some new muscles as I turned.
-Neil, was alreac up and about muttering something about everybody snoring and a sleepless night. I wis rather de jected to see eggs and even a tomato appear for breakfast. Someone grilled a
-chop. I had iitioned my meals with portability in mind. Well, next time I'll know. Fascineted by [aorge operating his coathanger, cum toaster, cum billy rest.
-Bloody impossible to get down there was my first impression as I looked over the line of cliffs! Surely, 50 m down. We moved along the cliff line searching for a gap. Jim pointed
-to a possible break. Oliver, startd to descend Without a moment's hesitation. I joined him
-in this madness. Down and sometimes sideways we scrambled from one rock to the next. I
-reminded Oliver that we had to come back up but he seemed unperturbed. Didn't take that long to make it down and we hollered signalling that we were there.
-Page 4 The Sydney Bushwalker January 1980
-What a stream! The Water was crystal clear and clean. There were rapids Sand deep pools. My casting arm kept twitching. Might there be fish? -Pity we couldn't stay to find out. We surveyed the cliff face on the other side. Nothing but sheer rock faces. I pitied the early Australian explorers while Oliver lamented having left his camera at
-home. Surprisingly, the ascent was a pushover.
-No, not a detour and downhill to boot! No one spoke up. Soon we rested at a
-lookout point with Bunglebocri Creek far below. Through my field glasses I spied a huge
-goanna preening himself on a beach. Now, we panted all the way up to the plateau we'd left the day before. More swimming through more scrub but at least my pack felt lighter and I believe my back was straight.
-Ropes came out at the saddle. Is this what is called rockhopping? Oops, the wrong
-spur into the Wollangambe. It took a second iteration to get the right one. We followed
-a new route down along a dried out but thickly overgrown creek bed; not a good one, in retrospect.
-Oliver and Jim bounced up the escarpment like kid mountain goats with Malcolm not far behind. My pack got heavier and heavier. That I was not the last up made me feel a little better. A final bit of scrub-bashing and we were back at the cars. It was 5 pm. We were ahead of time. Aliver's reputation was shattered.
 Italian food at the Do Drop Inn, Windsor. Good way to finish off a walk. Everybody pleasantly tired but cheerful. We departed company, hoping to walk together again some day.
-FEDERATION OF BUSAWALKINCCLUBS NSW - Report of December Meetla9 - Jpliu djinakitas
-New Premises: Ile Feder tion will be meeting at 39 George Street, The Rocks in 1989.
+----
-Phil Venn (' Irrawooc and Brian Walker (CMW) have accepted the positions of FBW delegates to Nature Conserl tion Cc ncil.
-Pam Eisner r ' the Er Lronment Centre was presented with a small gift in appreciation of her many years w: h the C ntre and the assistance she has given to FBW.
-New Club: Andr( Blaker (Sutherland Bushwalkers) has started a club for family walks with
+===== Federation Of Bushwalking Clubs NSW - Report of December Meeting =====
-young children ur Jer 10.
-Conservation:'a MiriE 3r, Tim Moore, says there will be no mining in National Parks under the Greiner Cove: cent. lew cabins will be built in Thredbo area, but not in National Park.
+By Spiro Hadjinakitas
-Search & Rescue: Firs: id courses next year will be held on 3rd weekend in May and 4th weekend in Octob,  5 ci Radio Operator, Nick Eichhorn is leaving Sydney and a replacement
-is needed. Par, adics AT training deferred. Barringtan-Search - trying to narrow down
+=== New Premises: ===
-possibilities. & R G: up may be established in the Tamworth area by local interested groups.
-Insurance & Inco] 'oratior Committee is going through various policies and rewriting clauses
+The Federation will be meeting at 39 George Street, The Rocks in 1989.
-in plain simple  ,nguage o meet our requirements and will report to FBW at February Meeting. Will also report n neces ary steps to achieve incorporation.
-Bush Dance & Ball 1989: Bush Dance will be held at Lane Cove Town Hall on 12th May and FBW Ball on 22nd eptember at Petersham Town Hall.
+Phil Venn (Warrawood) and Brian Walker (CMW) have accepted the positions of FBW delegates to Nature Conservation Council.
-Membership of FBI: Federation now has 24 affiliated clubs and 4 associates. Six clubs have
-not paid their af'iliation fees and therefore their membership has lapsed as of December.
+Pam Eisner of the Environment Centre was presented with a small gift in appreciation of her many years with the Centre and the assistance she has given to FBW.
-* * * * * * * * * *
-January 1989 The Sydney Bushwalker Page 5
+=== New Club: ===
-"ILLAWONG: AFTER THE SNOW IS OVER"
+Andrew Blaker (Sutherland Bushwalkers) has started a club for family walks with young children under 10.
+=== Conservation: ===
+The Minister, Tim Moore, says there will be no mining in National Parks under the Greiner Government. New cabins will be built in Thredbo area, but not in National Park.
+=== Search & Rescue: ===
+First Aid courses next year will be held on 3rd weekend in May and 4th weekend in October. S & R Radio Operator, Nick Eichhorn is leaving Sydney and a replacement is needed. Paramedics SAT training deferred. Barrington Search - trying to narrow down possibilities. S & R Group may be established in the Tamworth area by local interested groups.
+=== Insurance & Incorporation: ===
+Committee is going through various policies and rewriting clauses in plain simple  language to meet our requirements and will report to FBW at February Meeting. Will also report on necessary steps to achieve incorporation.
+=== Bush Dance & Ball 1989: ===
+Bush Dance will be held at Lane Cove Town Hall on 12th May and FBW Ball on 22nd September at Petersham Town Hall.
+=== Membership of FBW: ===
+Federation now has 24 affiliated clubs and 4 associates. Six clubs have not paid their affiliation fees and therefore their membership has lapsed as of December.
+----
+===== "Illawong: After The Snow Is Over" =====
 by Jeff Niven
-The week started with us all skiing in on Saturday wit) packs to Illawong Lodge - situated approximately two kilometres up -tqe Snowy River from Gathega Ski Resort. After a cup of tea and lunch, welcommissioned the'LOdge, which entailed filling-the water tank in the roo , lighting the water heater, choosing bunks, going through fire drill and orting through food and clothing, and later, starting the generator to cha ge the batteries.
-Soon we were on the slope out front doing a few warm-uri telemarks, unencumbered by the heavy packs we had skied in with. After a late decision,
+The week started with us all skiing in on Saturday with packs to Illawong Lodge - situated approximately two kilometres up the Snowy River from Gathega Ski Resort. After a cup of tea and lunch, we commissioned the Lodge, which entailed filling the water tank in the roof, lighting the water heater, choosing bunks, going through fire drill and sorting through food and clothing, and later, starting the generator to charge the batteries.
-Pat, Barrieand I skied up to Little Twynam in time to see albeautiful sunset.
-' The ski back whetted our appetities for the week ahead.
+Soon we were on the slope out front doing a few warm-up telemarks, unencumbered by the heavy packs we had skied in with. After a late decision, Pat, Barrie and I skied up to Little Twynam in time to see a beautiful sunset. The ski back whetted our appetities for the week ahead.
-It had been arranged that Wayne Steele and Wendy Lippieit were to ski from Perisher, where they were staying, to Illawong, and join us for a day ski-tour on the Monday. We started by crossing the footbrldge over the Snowy
-River at 9 am in perfect, clear, still weather. Shozaburoi Fusae's brother, on holiday from Japan, only had alpine skis with skins which proved unsuitable for long day tours, so he decided to leave us and stay at Mt. Twynam
+It had been arranged that Wayne Steele and Wendy Lippiat were to ski from Perisher, where they were staying, to Illawong, and join us for a day ski-tour on the Monday. We started by crossing the footbrldge over the Snowy River at 9 am in perfect, clear, still weather. Shozaburo, Fusae's brother, on holiday from Japan, only had alpine skis with skins which proved unsuitable for long day tours, so he decided to leave us and stay at Mt. Twynam for the day. Skiing solo didn't bother him, he told us that he had on his own climbed and skied up and down the 100 highest mountains in Japan.
-for the day. Skiing solo didn't bother him, he told us that he had on his
-own climbed and skied up and down the 100 highest mountainslin Japan.
+For the rest of us it was up to Little Twynam and then Mt. Twynam, where we stopped for a snack, photos and time to enjoy the view. We then skied towards Carruther's Peak where the view over Watson's Crags, Sentinel and country further west was sensational.
-For the rest of us it was up to Little Twynam and then1Mt. Twynam, where we stopped for a snack, photos and time to enjoy the view. 1 We then skied towards CarrutherA Peak where the view over Watson's CragsOlt. Sentinel and country further west was sensational.
-After an early lunch break on Carruther's Peak, we ski* on to Mount Kosciusko-where we had another snack and view stop. After-some good tele-
+After an early lunch break on Carruther's Peak, we skied on to Mount Kosciusko where we had another snack and view stop. After some good telemarkirg off Kosciusko, we headed along the Summit Road, past Seaman's Hut down to Charlotte Pass Village and had hot chips and drinks, before the last leg dcwn the road and along Spencer's Creek to arrive back at the Lodge about 6 pm (yes, in the dark).
-markirg off Kosciusko, we headed along the Summit Road, past Seaman's H4t down to Charlotte Pass Village and had hot chips and drinks i before the last leg dcwn the road and along Spencer's Creek to arrive back #t the Liadge-about 6 pm (yes, in the dark).
-The skiing for the remainder of the week was varls-ii onsisting of a trip up Guthega Trig to the Rolling Grounds and back via Co set Stephen's Pass, a ski across to Perisher, then Blue Cow, where we bottt and shared a 50 km liftticket for downhilling - a very windy trip to Blye Lake where we sheltered for lunch, and watched a group of ice climbers, very brave to attempt ice climbing in the conditions, we thought.
+The skiing for the remainder of the week was varied consisting of a trip up Guthega Trig to the Rolling Grounds and back via Conset Stephen's Pass, a ski across to Perisher, then Blue Cow, where we bought and shared a 50 km lift ticket for downhilling - a very windy trip to Blue Lake where we sheltered for lunch, and watched a group of ice climbers, very brave to attempt ice climbing in the conditions, we thought.
 Saturday, our last morning, was spent cleaning up and de-commissioning the Lodge.
 Illawong Lodge's charm and character along with its ideal position giving fast access to the Main Range added up to make a most enjoyable skiing holiday.
-,13
-Jul/ 30..to Aupst 6.
-The 221118 Patrick McBride (leader), Roy Hall, Jenny and Steve Brown, Barrie Murdock, Fusee Dargan, Shozaburo Fujino,and Jeff Niven.
+__July 30 to August 6.__
+__The party:__ Patrick McBride (leader), Roy Hall, Jenny and Steve Brown, Barrie Murdock, Fusae Dargan, Shozaburo Fujino and Jeff Niven.
+(Remember six months ago when it was cold and dry? EDITOR)
+----
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-WALKING IN ENGLAND &-WALES. PART 4
-Ainsue ftlorris
+===== Wlking In England & Wales - Part 4. =====
-Mike Reynolds
-THE DALES WAY & THE  PENNINE Wayicont.1 lk1fluptheRiverWharfe
+by Ainslie Morris & Mike Reynolds
-As we went upstream, the wide and fertile valley narrowed, and we le history of England that depends on wealth, and entered the more-rugged-1 native history. Here are the little villages of hardy stone cottages - A Burnsall, Gbassington-- Norse villages famed in medieval times for their and sheep markets. The bridge, the grammar school and church at Burnsall repaired by Dick Whittington (Sir William Craven).
-As we left Grassington, which began as an Iron Age Settlement (pre-R river to the trout fishermen and climbed the smooth green pastures on to crossed by innumerable grey-white stone walls. The limestone scars (clif prehistoric times as added protection te hill forts. For us, they added scene with splendid views of Wharfedale. Beyond Kettlewell ("Kate]." - a there is little habitation as the hills close in, and we headed up a -sou the Wharfs after our third camp. This was a "free" camp using water froM limestone which we judged clean; we never trusted the river water an
+=== The Dales Way & The Pennine Way (cont.) ===
-ubiquitous sheep.
-We sew no one at all as we climbed, crossing little gills (side cie a tall gloomy greystone house like Wuthering Heights itself, called Swart crossed the watershed at 1260 feet and crossed a stream which would end up If you want to buy a bleak farm, Cam Houses is up for sale. We were glad been left unlocked as we scurried in out of the rain and wind to eat a bit later designated as lunch.
+__Walking up the River Wharfe.__
-At Cam End, below Cam Fell (fells are side slopes of moort)'w we t Way, and struck people and mud. After a six hour trudge in the rain, we. moors to Horton-in-Ribblesdale, the fell-walkers' heaven. The.charming C
-behind the
+As we went upstream, the wide and fertile valley narrowed, and we left behind the history of England that depends on wealth, and entered the more rugged land with its alternative history. Here are the little villages of hardy stone cottages - Appletreewick, Burnsall, Grassington - Norse villages famed in medieval times for their great pony, cattle and sheep markets. The bridge, the grammar school and church at Burnsall were all built or repaired by Dick Whittington (Sir William Craven).
-AIM -its alter-
-letreewick,
+As we left Grassington, which began as an Iron Age Settlement (pre-Roman), we left the river to the trout fishermen and climbed the smooth green pastures on to high hills, criss-crossed by innumerable grey-white stone walls. The limestone scars (cliffs) were used in prehistoric times as added protection to hill forts. For us, they added grandeur to a scene with splendid views of Wharfedale. Beyond Kettlewell ("Katel" - bubbling spring) there is little habitation as the hills close in, and we headed up a source tributary of the Wharfe after our third camp. This was a "free" camp using water from a spring from the limestone which we judged clean; we never trusted the river water anywhere because of the ubiquitous sheep.
-at pony, cattle re all built or
-n), we left the hills,4criss) were used in andeur to a ling spring) tributary of spring from thi because of-the
+We saw no one at all as we climbed, crossing little gills (side creeeks) and passing by a tall gloomy greystone house like Wuthering Heights itself, called Swarthgill. Soon we crossed the watershed at 1260 feet and crossed a stream which would end up in the Irish Sea. If you want to buy a bleak farm, Cam Houses is up for sale. We were glad its bunkhouse had been left unlocked as we scurried in out of the rain and wind to eat a bite of morning tea, later designated as lunch.
-and passing by 14 ;Soon we n,therish Seed, s bunkhouse had
-of morning tea,
+At Cam End, below Cam Fell (fells are side slopes of moort), we turned onto the Pennine Way, and struck people and mud. After a six hour trudge in the rain, we dropped off the  moors to Horton-in-Ribblesdale, the fell-walkers' heaven. The charming Crown Inn looked even better from the inside than the outside, and as the dripping walkers poured in, the pile of raincoats and boots in the tiny entrance porch grew. They were all dried out after dinner in the kitchen, ready to get wet again on the morrow as we climbed Pen-Y-Ghent Hill (694 metres).
-Onto: the -Pennine owed-, Off - the -Inn- looked
-even better from the inside than the outside, and as the dripping walkersppured in, the pile  of raincoats and boots in the tiny entrance porch grew. They were all,d -out'after dinner in the kitchen, ready to get wet again on the morrow as we climbed- -Y-Ghent Hill' (694 metres).
+This is pot-holing country, a delight to cavers as well as walkers. Fountains Fell at 680 metres provided a challenge of mist and mud; it belonged to Fountains Abbey, founded in 1098 by the Cistercian Order. Although far away, the Abbey was given vast acres of land by landowners seeking favour with God. We descended to Malham Tarn, first clear evidence we'd had of glaciation in the last Ice Age. It was still showery as we pushed on over the Water Sinks, watery meadows crossed by yet more remarkable drystone walls, to Malham Cove.
-This is pot-holing country, i delight to cavers as well as walkers. 4untatns' Fell :at 680 metres provided a challenge of mist and mud; it belonged to Fountalns4bbey,. founded in 1098 by the Cistercian Order. Although far away, the Abbey was given vast jacres of land by landowners seeking favour with God. We descended to Malham Tarn, first clefar evidence we'd had of glaciation in the last Ice Age. It was still showery as we pushed cn over the Water Sinks, watery meadows crossed by yet more remarkable drystone walls, to Mal Cove.
-We picked our way gingerly over the limestone pavement, slippery after tthe rain, carefully avoiding the gaps two or three feet deep and a few inches across. Ferns a other specialised- plants grow in these sheltered slots dividing flat squares about three to'fJr feet across. We were careful not to go close to the edge of the Cove; they say that if a river flowed over the cliff it would be greater than Niagara Falls. But it's dry, and the cliMbers would have it no other way. Out of its base a cold stream gushes, and this we fdIlowed down to Wham to share our last campsite on a farm with many other walkers on the nnine Way.
+We picked our way gingerly over the limestone pavement, slippery after the rain, carefully avoiding the gaps two or three feet deep and a few inches across. Ferns a other specialised plants grow in these sheltered slots dividing flat squares about three to four feet across. We were careful not to go close to the edge of the Cove; they say that if a river flowed over the cliff it would be greater than Niagara Falls. But it's dry, and the climbers would have it no other way. Out of its base a cold stream gushes, and this we followed down to Malham to share our last campsite on a farm with many other walkers on the Pennine Way.
-On-the last day we had intended to walk along the lovely River Aire to argrave, but a heavy shower arrived at the same time as the once-a-day bus, so we hopped wit. We took it to SkiptiOn, where we were transformed from walkers into tourists by dt4ping4ur packs and exploring Skipton Castle. Built by our old lady friend, Anne Pembroke, it s still in excellent condition and great fun on a rainy day. 1
-We left this bustling little market town on the bus which took us ciao Ilki4Y, and Leeds. -- '
+On the last day we had intended to walk along the lovely River Aire to Gargrave, but a heavy shower arrived at the same time as the once-a-day bus, so we hopped on it. We took it to Skipton, where we were transformed from walkers into tourists by dumping our packs and exploring Skipton Castle. Built by our old lady friend, Anne Pembroke, it is still in excellent condition and great fun on a rainy day.
-Page 8 The Sydney Bushwalker January 1989
+We left this bustling little market town on the bus which took us back to Ilkley and Leeds.
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