Stew OTSnip Oh! I am going back 40 years. Before your WD time, as it were. I would like to think so but doubt it. Leave WH and walk alongside the...
Following up to June Hughes
I'd forgotten about Newky Brown.
How long ago were the good old days? (This is going to be a long rambling one)
20+ year old cooker repairtinny) 70s machine yet. As another who cooks, I would do without something else to have a good cooker. I did, actually, and have no microwave and I...
I started going to the ELD twenty something years ago, although at first it wasn't in Wasdale much. I remember my first trip... and girl skip happily in the dale, looking in wonder at the lofty peaks above "do you think we will ever climb them Mick" for it is he, before he changed to Mike).
And we did, but that first trip did not go well, I forget my socks, no gear shop then.
Cast Iron GriddlesJune Hughes Thanks June. Sadly I don't have a gas hob, one of the downsides of living in this...
Next time, we returned over the hills on foot, quicker than driving round!
Then we started to stay, the WH was posh then and expensive for a mere Executive Officer. But it was magical, the power was off and the bar was full of walkers and climbers and jumbles of wet ropes and rucksacks, their faces reflecting the candles glows (the *climbers* faces - do keep up) we ate in the posh bit 7.30 for 8, sherry in the room, bow tied waiter, me with head torch on, shining on the menu, then on his pad so he could write, "thank you, sir". Free champagne from the management. Pasties and any filling you want in the packed lunch. Mind you,next day we realised we had used the toilet surround thingy as a face towel
The years went by, we climbed all the hills, managers came and went and then a change of ownership, (I hope HCs not reading this!) The bunkhouse is now holiday cottages and the bar stays open all winter, they start to brew their own beer. I'm a Principal Clerk now and we stay twice a year in our favourite cottage, but now the climbers gravestones in the tiny cemetery suddenly start to mean more than they did. Time marches on.
Well, once when I was in the bar with some locals, one of them suddenly said, "remember those girls from the town?" and they all went quiet and stared into the distance for a while, I don't know if that could be a connection?
Where?
(Sorry about the post folks, bout of temporary insanity). -- Mike Reid Wasdale picture gallery (see website for email)
