Flight designation JED-I (really) fell out of the bluster more or less intact. The force was with us in the form of a headwind so strong we landed before we took off. Bob is preoccupied with his straps. More on that story later. Now safely installed on the packed Glencoe Flyer wondering about the fate of the Ford Galaxy... Sent from Yahoo! Mail on Android |
Scottish hieroglyphics
Monday, 23 May 2011
The Eagles have landed (with a bang)
Sunday, 22 May 2011
Does this email to blog malarkey work?
I guess I'll find out! Just back from depositing the rest of our kit with Big Al who assures us he will be in some sort of car to RV with us on Thursday. Although I'm not sure horselesscarriage.com is the best approach. Anyway, to bed with an improving novel and the last of my Glucosamine.Tomorrow we are airborne! (volcano permitting)
Saturday, 21 May 2011
Ode to a Tent
Oh Vango Banshee
Oh Vango Banshee
I'd forgotten that you're
So impossibly wee
I should have resisted
Those cakes and those pies
Because to be honest
You aren't now my size
You're compact and light
But your headroom is shite
Designed by a boffin
You're a waterproof coffin
Oh Vango Banshee
Oh Vango Banshee
I think I'll check into
A nice B&B
Ian (aged 5 1/2)
Oh Vango Banshee
I'd forgotten that you're
So impossibly wee
I should have resisted
Those cakes and those pies
Because to be honest
You aren't now my size
You're compact and light
But your headroom is shite
Designed by a boffin
You're a waterproof coffin
Oh Vango Banshee
Oh Vango Banshee
I think I'll check into
A nice B&B
Ian (aged 5 1/2)
Friday, 20 May 2011
Car Wars
We need some wheels for Scotland. The plan is the advance party is being picked up by Alex who will have driven himself into the insomnia record books to rendezvous with us up Scotland on Thursday next, apparently at 10.27 exactly.
The problem is the works Galaxy. For those living away from the Teign valley, this is a museum piece people carrier which has transported the Gibson tribe for many years. Sadly, time and physics have taken their toll and we're told the prospects of Al rattling into Fort William in his beloved Ford are pants.
But we'll know next Monday when Venn Park garage gives their final verdict. As the advance party will be away by then we are leaving it to him to arrive in something with four seats and a boot. And our clean kit! Perhaps Christow Palace FC can help? Maybe a benefit match? Alex, no pressure but we're counting on you!
The problem is the works Galaxy. For those living away from the Teign valley, this is a museum piece people carrier which has transported the Gibson tribe for many years. Sadly, time and physics have taken their toll and we're told the prospects of Al rattling into Fort William in his beloved Ford are pants.
But we'll know next Monday when Venn Park garage gives their final verdict. As the advance party will be away by then we are leaving it to him to arrive in something with four seats and a boot. And our clean kit! Perhaps Christow Palace FC can help? Maybe a benefit match? Alex, no pressure but we're counting on you!
Mixing my Marilyns
It has been pointed out to me that when I talked about Monroes in my last post, I was obviously thinking about a different set of twin peaks than Hugh Munro had in mind.
We will potentially bag the greatest number of Munros (10) when we attempt to cross the Mamores (why does every mountain have a pun coming out of it?)
But we might not have the inclination to do any of them due to weather, internal dissent, wasting diseases or getting lost. I think we will though because I'm going to make the group flag today and we have to have something to plant it on!
A note about the flag - inspired by Trevor (I think), the flag is a series of symbols which apparently summarise our dominant characters.I don't know how to reproduce them here but this is a description
Bob: Praying hands - he is Zen about all things. Frequently being asked for reassurance that 'everything is all right.' Good source of information on British Leyland and British Leylines.
Trevor: Square. Not to do with his dress sense but rather illustrating his role as camera man, filling the frames with sweaty men (ooh-er) Frequently to be heard saying, 'steady the buffs.' Good source of information on Trout and Sweedish netball.
Alex: Triangle. Reflects inability to walk along and superior ability to walk up anything with a ludicrously dangerous profile. Frequently to be heard saying, 'it's not an abyss, it's an airy step.' Good source of information on extrusions and Malt.
Ian: right angle. Apparently a salute to reflect deep psychological need to be in charge and in uniform. Frequently. Far to frequently for other three. Good source of information on law relating to sex with farm animals.
These symbols together on a sheet look like the name of a Hebrew airline. But the tattered remnant will fly over a Munro. This I swear by the power of Ibuprofen!
We will potentially bag the greatest number of Munros (10) when we attempt to cross the Mamores (why does every mountain have a pun coming out of it?)
But we might not have the inclination to do any of them due to weather, internal dissent, wasting diseases or getting lost. I think we will though because I'm going to make the group flag today and we have to have something to plant it on!
A note about the flag - inspired by Trevor (I think), the flag is a series of symbols which apparently summarise our dominant characters.I don't know how to reproduce them here but this is a description
Bob: Praying hands - he is Zen about all things. Frequently being asked for reassurance that 'everything is all right.' Good source of information on British Leyland and British Leylines.
Trevor: Square. Not to do with his dress sense but rather illustrating his role as camera man, filling the frames with sweaty men (ooh-er) Frequently to be heard saying, 'steady the buffs.' Good source of information on Trout and Sweedish netball.
Alex: Triangle. Reflects inability to walk along and superior ability to walk up anything with a ludicrously dangerous profile. Frequently to be heard saying, 'it's not an abyss, it's an airy step.' Good source of information on extrusions and Malt.
Ian: right angle. Apparently a salute to reflect deep psychological need to be in charge and in uniform. Frequently. Far to frequently for other three. Good source of information on law relating to sex with farm animals.
These symbols together on a sheet look like the name of a Hebrew airline. But the tattered remnant will fly over a Munro. This I swear by the power of Ibuprofen!
Thursday, 19 May 2011
It's time for special pants!
Hello, it's that time of the year again, when Bob, Trevor, Ian and mostly Alex potter off to Scotland to do a spot of climbing, walking and eating, not necessarily in that order.
After doing this for four years we've learned that the best way to get up anything - even stairs - is to start the day saturated in Cholesterol. Celtic graveyards indicate that the most efficient way of loading up on this precious fuel is via the 'Full Scottish' breakfast - aka The Gutbuster. Eating a Gutbuster, dealing with its complex aftermath and anticipating the next one as we fall up another Monroe forms much of how we spend our days.
But there's more to our walking trips than a Gutbuster. Probably. So here, on screen for the first time for anybody that's interested is a sort of a chronicle of how and why four middle aged men want to haul their lumpy undercarriages over the most spectacular scenery in Britain.
If I've got the widgets right, I'll be able to post the odd situation report whenever we get a signal. If not, you'll just have to use your imagination to recreate the scene. And a lot of lard.
Alba gu brath! (ish)
After doing this for four years we've learned that the best way to get up anything - even stairs - is to start the day saturated in Cholesterol. Celtic graveyards indicate that the most efficient way of loading up on this precious fuel is via the 'Full Scottish' breakfast - aka The Gutbuster. Eating a Gutbuster, dealing with its complex aftermath and anticipating the next one as we fall up another Monroe forms much of how we spend our days.
But there's more to our walking trips than a Gutbuster. Probably. So here, on screen for the first time for anybody that's interested is a sort of a chronicle of how and why four middle aged men want to haul their lumpy undercarriages over the most spectacular scenery in Britain.
If I've got the widgets right, I'll be able to post the odd situation report whenever we get a signal. If not, you'll just have to use your imagination to recreate the scene. And a lot of lard.
Alba gu brath! (ish)
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