Hopeful of fair weather, five of us headed up to the Roaches on Sunday to get a spot of climbing done. Only four of the Famous Five actually managed any climbing though as the rock was still too cold for my hands. (Grr! When will someone invent a rock heating device? The sun was doing its best but the howling wind was whipping away any warmth it produced.) I guess that made me Anne for the day but who was going to own up to being Dick? 🙂 Continue reading Roaches day trip
The one where: Muffin learnt to order a pint in Welsh, we had to rescue some lambs from a cattle grid, the party tent blew away, we invented bike treasure hunting, we nearly suffered from the meat sweats and our faff to walk ratio hit an all time high.
Last bank holiday saw the hardy souls in the club head up to Bala despite the rather dodgy weather forecast. Some members (*cough* CJ, Sarah and Ben) decided it was going to be too chilly and chose to stay home instead. Little did they realise how nice the weather would actually be and that the extra bodily warmth would have been much appreciated by some. (Muffin and HD in particular were looking for a ‘Gayza’ strip to provide a non-male heat source in their tent.)
Saturday saw us heading up Aran Fawdwwy in a walk that involved nearly as much time spent stationary as we were walking! Although as SH pointed out, “It’s not faff as we aren’t actually doing anything.” Fair point and I guess I should be grateful that his plans for the weekend included more standing around chatting than mammoth route marches like last time. 🙂 Continue reading Bala Bank Holiday
We’d long been waiting for a weekend when Huw could tear himself away from his DIY to come out to play and finally the chance materialised this weekend. (In fact he came out to play in the evening as well so I can only assume that he’d run out of paint and/or sandpaper and found himself at a loose end. :)) Continue reading Challenge Tom
Last weekend saw me heading up to Braemar with SH and two of his mates to stay at the Rucksacks bunkhouse with the aim of getting some cross country skiing done. Unfortunately the snow levels weren’t enough to allow for the skiing so Chris will be going off to join SH on his Icelandic adventure having never put a pair of skis on his feet before! Brave chap. 🙂 Continue reading Bra-emar winter sun report 10th-13th Feb
Having not slept during the night because it was so cold in the room, I really wasn’t too keen to get up when the alarm went off at 6.30am. There wasn’t time for a lie in though and the adventure started straight away as during the night we’d used up all the money in the electricity meter so I had to grab the torch and a £1 before I could even start to think about putting the kettle on.
Most of the others were soon up and about as TG,RP, JM and AW were heading off to do Broad Gully on Pen y Ole Wen and needed an equally early start.
Continue reading The battle of Bristly Ridge
This weekend saw the Mercians head up to the Low Hall Garth hut, in Little Langdale, for some outdoor adventures.
Getting there proved to be the biggest adventure as we slammed on the brakes just in time to avoid a couple of rocks which were blocking the road to the hut. Had I been travelling in a banger of a car, or with less heroic Mercians, we might have got there without getting soaked and crippled back but as I was in a very posh car with a couple of macho men I was in for a soaking. The ‘these’ of the “We’ll just get these out of the way,” fame rapidly turned into a full blown landslide as the lads showed why the never win when we play Jenga.
Okay, so we all chickened out of going on a dip in the Loch but in fairness it was bloody freezing – and that was inside the hut!
After our soaking we retreated to the pub in Onich where we encountered a couple of waifs and strays. In order to escape the attentions of Mr Boom (he’s from the Moon don’t you know?) we took ourselves into the games’ room where we were forced to play pool and giant Connect Four. We forgot to take the muzzle though and we nearly got booted out for a certain member’s use of bad language in front on small children. Suffice to say, her New Year’s resolution is to swear less. I’ve got a fiver on it not even lasting until tomorrow. 🙂
Having had enough of the bad weather, some of us decided to guarantee we had a dry day by heading over to the Ice Factor, in Kinlochleven, to climb. Two different groups went and so I got to spend a very happy five hours there although I was forced to sit through two lunches which was, in my opinion, a waste of valuable climbing time.
Back at the hut the food was being prepared for the evening’s feast and we were treated to a four course Mexican meal. The chefs did a great job catering for the 20+ guests and became more and more creative with their presentation as the evening wore on and the wine started flowing. Continue reading New Year’s Eve
Corbetteer tried to get up Tom Mheadhoin and Beinn Na Gacaig but didn’t get up either because of the miserable weather and solid rain.
The only expedition which was successful was that of the party who ventured to Fort William and managed to accomplish buying fresh fish for the pie that evening.
A small group of Mericans attempted Mam Na Gualaine. The morning started bright and relatively dry but half way up it appeared that someone had turned out the lights and we were plunged into darkness as the blizzard descended. We made a brave attempt to push on for the top, and it was looking like we were going to make it, but then the gale force winds came in and just shy of the top we were all on our knees. 50mph winds knocked us to the floor and although we’d been keen to carry on it was obvious we weren’t going to be able to do so safely. Or at least carry on at anything other than snail’s pace on our hands and knees.
The descent seemed incredibly quick and before we knew it we were back in the car and heading off to the Ice Factor to scout out availability for climbs if we had more bad weather. Then it was back to the hut for tea and home cakes and to await the arrival of our chefs for the night.