Northumbrian Mountaineering Club Newsletter Spring 2006
Editorial Calling this a Spring newsletter may be a tad optimistic as slushy snowflakes fall as I write this. Last weekend we managed to take advantage of the subzero temperatures and had a great day on Cheviot. My companions were â€˜Guruâ€™ of Henhole Rick and Ace Iceman Richard. I was there just to sport the vintage ice gear which was looking particularly rusty. Rick being the resourceful type managed to obtain a permit to drive up the College valley avoiding that long walk in. We proceeded up to Henhole and warmed up on a couple of short icefalls. Richard led up the part frozen waterfall of the College Burn and then over the top to the Bizzle which was in good condition despite heavy traffic. Going over Cheviot we were buzzed by a graceful glider and then stumbled over an aircraft crash site which was sobering. Dropping into the Bizzle was exciting trying to avoid slipping on the steep grassy banks. The Bizzle itself provided perfect ice with Richard providing a cool finish of superb climbing on the top icefall. Back over the hill to the College Valley in lovely evening light and a professional insight to forestry provided a perfect finish. My other recent winter outing provided an unexpected meeting. I had been lamenting with my brother-in-law over a wee dram that I had never
found an antler on the hills. Descending the next day off a certain Cairngorm Ben (to remain nameless) we came across a small antler sticking out of the snow. Pulling on it we found we had a complete set, at least a 12 pointer (these grow with the telling). Trouble was as we pulled further we found we had the entire stag attached. The question was do we undertake a bit of surgery with my (t)rusty Curver and drive down the Glen with our trophy attached to the car or do we leave nature to do the rest. The stag was too majestic to touch so heâ€™s left to nature. I might just try and find him in the summer though. Congratulations to both Andrew Earl and Karin Magog who have been doing fantastically well on the competition scene and to Alan Hinkes on the award of an OBE. Andrew has won the British Bouldering Championships for the third year running, a truly international star he provided an excellent Talk a few Wednesdays ago and proved he is equally able on the lecture circuit. Karen came second overall in the BICC leading competition. It is with some sadness that, as the newsletter is about to go to print, that we learn of the deaths of two club members Teddy Judge and John Green. Our thoughts are with their families and friends. Thanks to all for their contribution to this newsletter. Look forward to seeing you all on the crag this summer.
Articles for the next newsletter to email@example.com by end May please. Cheers Chris Cover: Richard Pow on icefall below Peakeâ€™s Buttress. .
Rick Barnes tries out the new bivi shelter on Cheviot
Andrew Earl looking lean and mean.
Karin Magog on Qualifier BICC Sunderland. Photos Steve Crowe
My Two Penneth (continued) Malcolm Rowe
And so endeth the Winter Season. Not a lot to say about it – the Winter Meets have as usual been very popular. Conditions could have been better, could have been worse – the gullies never really came into condition, buttresses and ridges became the order of the day (not altogether a bad thing as we did have the odd team or two who appeared to prefer working the night – shift!) I’ve spent quite some time this Winter tramping around Scotland and The Lakes on cold, dry, even sunny days. This has led me to conclude that the weather forecasters are right – we need more rain if Scotland is not to go the same way as the Lakes and Snow and Ice Climbing conditions there become a distant memory. Are cheap flights the answer? – maybe next Winter we should have a one (or two?) week meet amidst the Ice – falls of say Norway, or Italy. Comments welcome. Burnside, both the Wall and for Socials has also been popular, generally speaking that is – although the view of some folk who’ve suggested we meet at other walls sometimes, for a change if nothing else, I think is a valid one and should be discussed at the Committee. Anyway, enough of the plastic – the days of proper climbing on proper crags with the Sun beating down mercilessly have once again arrived, Weekend and Wednesday night meets and Pubs are arranged and listed – see elsewhere. Speaking of proper crags, it looks like there are still one or two access problems
to be cleared up - one of these is the growth of the trees at the far end of Back Bowden. The Committee are so concerned about members not being able to top out on all those E6’s and 7’s without getting proggled that we’re discussing the possibility of the Club buying the front rows of Conifers and cutting them down ourselves, this would then serve the dual role of allowing the Sun at that end of the crag and also supplementing the pensions of some of our more elderly members, who would then be able to sell the bundles of firewood to the villagers of North Northumberland (although Richard, our expert in all things forestry has expressed some concern at letting them loose with chain – saws!) More to come on this. The Hut – The next working meet is the 25th and 26th March, hopefully this will be equally as well attended (or more so) than the last one, please contact Sue if you’re thinking of coming, PARTICULARLY IF YOU’RE A ROOFER. As most folk are aware of and voted unanimously at the AGM for, Sue has agreed to be our new hut co-ordinator, (before that she was just the warden) many thanks Sue. Thanks also, whilst I think on, to Carolyn for organizing the Ceilidh. Not much left to say other than see you at the crags! Malcolm
The Old Goats Do Henhole SteveOrrell
With the efficiency befitting an efficient person, El Pres mustered the faithful via web site forum posts, web site “Events Diary” submission, prolly phone calls and the tried and tested word of mouth. This year’s President’s walk was to visit old haunts and a circumnavigation of Cheviot was on the cards. (Which reminds me, sorry I’m off-topic already… does anyone know where the “Cheviot Tent” was routinely pitched?).
December 4th, meet at Langleeford at 9:30 for a relaxed days’ walk in the depths of the Cheviots. The President's walk is an annual tradition within the NMC and seems to date back to pretty much the very first days of the club. This year Malcolm chose a route around Cheviot with two variations, catering for all wants, needs and tastes. I was lucky enough to find myself on the shorter variant. Shorter, definitely, but ours was the "mountaineering
variant"… well, you’d expect me to say something like that wouldn’t you ☺ Our route required a brief diversion into Wooler. Wooler? Was this going to be a long day out to end all longs days out? Nope, we rummaged under a certain doormat and soon had our "pass" for the College Valley from Sale and Partners and headed on up the road. Dunsdale Crag is, as JD has mentioned, prolly the closest crag to the road in Northumberland... if it wasn't for the rubble at the bottom we could have pulled the car across and reached out to touch rock through an open window. Result! The weather, ah yes the weather, always a topic of any conversation concerning getting out and about, the previous day had been wet and was forecast for warmer and drier and with sunny intervals. And that's what we got, well, when I say we I mean the North East in general. Those of us in a certain field or on a certain fell noticed the orographic effect of Cheviot was creating a micro-climate - warm(ish), windy(ish) certainly dry but cloud level was down, covering the tops. No worries, as long as it wasn’t tipping it down! Plan A for the mootuneering group was to head up the Bizzle, touch rock at Bizzle Crag and then zap over the top to Henhole.
The walk up was relaxed and easy going, trekking poles getting snagged in the heather was about the only this that troubled us. Opinion was divided as to how to negotiate the screes on the western slopes of the valley, beneath the Bizzle crags. Neither of us found the sought-for animal track at the top of the screes so a heather and grass slope bash ensued… well, for one of us anyway ☺ Route finding? Bah! Who needs it anyway! Bizzle Crag was a tad damp, wot like since it was in the clag! JD pointed out the line he’d first led as a Boy Scout, “it was a bit drier then, tho’” he conceded. The walk across to Henhole was an interesting effort of contouring in the cloud. It had been a while since I last walked in cloud and I was reminded of how much fun it is:
The ubiquitous “parting of the cloud at the crucial moment” meant we could get a better check on our position… it was a “that farm shouldn’t be there” moment”. ☺ A quick check and without much further ado we found our way to the designated lunch point to find the rest of the team ensconced, munching their bait like there was no tomorrow! And there they were, the fabled old goats of Cheviot, atop Henhole; old goats there certainly were but there was at least one kid in there (see pic to left) so the population is doing well enough. Apparently this feral group was of the “newer” flock, so distinguished because their colouring was predominantly light (honest, guvnor, look in the photo if you don’t believe me!). Team A had four more clicks above our finishing distance to get back to their cars so they headed away sharpish to make it easy going. John and I hung around to take advantage of the scenery and take some canny photos, like. You can see some of the photos online at the club’s Photo Gallery.
Way was made back the allotted meet pub, the Angler's at Weldon Bridge and we enjoyed the Black Sheeeeeep, the warmth, the necessary plate of chips, and pondered where the rest of the flock were? Eventually a lone body appeared, then another, blinking in the light as they emerged from the darkness. Apparently they'd, er, found the road back to the car by touch!! wonderful things, trekking poles, a quick downward jab had confirmed the presence of tarmac... job done!! An excellent day out!
Letters Questionable Ethics? Dear Editor I enjoyed the article by Tony Moulam. I do not know whether the following comment referred to him or not? I was dozing in the loft of ‘ ANTIC HAY’ recovering from a rough night at the ‘TWICE’ when I caught the tail end of conversation. “…………………? has just done the Impossible Buttress”. “Aye! But he cheated – he used rubbers”. This was still the ‘Era’ of nailed boots. I used ‘Ortler’ ringed clinkers, Jack Pickford used Tricounis (multitoothed on small metal plates). Also there were ‘Ellis Brigham’s Boots which had several small plates on the sole into which were screwed small steel pegs. It was usual to carry a dozen or so spare pegs and a spanner. I met a chap on the ‘Traverse of the Dhu’s in Skye. He made his own boots, instead of nails the soles had a series of aluminium blocks which must have been great on Gabbro. Angus McDonald.
Angus also provided the following bill for his made to measure climbing boots. He notes that war had not ended and clothing was rationed on a coupon system and that 9 coupons had to be sacrificed. Any bill over ÂŁ5 had to be signed over a 2d penny stamp to make it legal.
Yorkshire Meet September 2005 Richard Pow Et Al Yorkshire â€“ brilliant place to climb but for some reason not a venue that has featured on the NMC summer weekend meets list in recent years. I guess Yorkshire limestone has the reputation of being pretty fearsome â€“ although there are many great middle grade climbs and now a good selection of crags with sports routes in the low 6s. Anyway, about 8 people had committed to this Malham based meet by the time the appointed weekend arrived. Tim Hakim takes up the story. Tim
I haven't been on a club meet for a long time so I was wondering exactly how I was going to recognise the members when they turned up. I had asked around the campsite with quietly increasing desperation on arrival and had eventually headed down the pub in the hope that everyone was there. The choice of pub for the meet was excellent, which was just as well as there was no one I recognised there either, so I ended up having a couple of drinks on my own before returning to the campsite rather disheartened and slightly worried I had made a mistake somewhere. The next morning's glorious, if frosty start soon dispelled any lingering doubts when I met Richard and Graeme, particularly when they very kindly
offered for me to come with them to completely scupper their day out at Malham. "We'll warm up on Wombat" was mentioned as we approached. Now, not having a guidebook, nor having climbed at all in Yorkshire, nor having climbed anything much harder than V. Diff recently meant that I was far more unconcerned about the prospect than perhaps I should have been. Richard led up the route with polished ease, soon followed by Graeme. Then it was my turn. A tricky, polished start threw me off a couple of times before I could reach the first piece of gear, which required hanging around to remove, and then up to the first rest. It took a while to clear the pump and before continuing on up the crack. The climbing was excellent, if a trifle steep, and Richard had made a good job of it - unlike me. By the time I reached the massive jug at the top of the crack my fingers were uncurling and, despite Richard's very tight rope, the crux was beyond me. I was lowered back down like some foolish cragfast sheep and went off to retrieve the gear. Graeme and Richard moved on to another route [Wind and Wuthering E3 5c] and a quick look at the guidebook confirmed that I should take photos. However, Graeme took the easier option after a while and after Richard had followed and stripped some of the high gear I was back on the rope again. This time I succeeded. [Graeme came slightly off route at
about half height thinking that the actual line was the adjacent HVS and made some hard 6a moves through no manâ€™s land between Wind and Wuthering
and Crossbones to rejoin the proper line at the break. By this time the route and cold had got the better of him so he traversed off left onto East Wall Route, HVS]. By now the weather was looking more ominous and the warm start this morning had turned into a cold afternoon. But there was still time for another route. Richard led another HVS [Pikedaw Wall] and I managed that one in far better style, despite the onset of rain. We retreated from the crag after this deciding that it was time for some warmth, or in my case a proper rest, and met up with the others in the pub with more and more meet members appearing through the eveningâ€?. Richard
I found a comfy sofa in the corner of the bar and swung my feet up to relax after what the deteriorating conditions had made a bit of a challenging day. Bryn bustled in, seemingly determined to sink a few pints after not one of his better days climbing. He writes.
After an Alpine start of 11.30 a.m., Sue and I rolled up mid-afternoon at Attermire Scar, which I have to say is high on the list of least inspiring crags I've ever visited. Was it the short, scrappy walls of polished mountain limestone, the wind whipping across the hill, the grey skies and drizzle?........Whatever, an early bale-out to the campsite and excellent pub in Malham was called for.
The A-team (Richard, Graeme and Tim) were already well settled into the corner of the bar, under a rather fetching large picture of some sheep, on the wall. At the bar I placed my order for the evening meal. "Which number table are you sitting at". "I don't know the number, but I'm over there in the corner". "What, with the sheep?" "No they're my mates, actually...... Richard
It seems that Graham Williams and his mates and big Trevor batted more successfully at Attermire that Bryn and Sue. Trevor writes
Despite the rain (Limestone and Rain do not mix) that caused weaklings to flee, Graham made a good lead of a very damp “Fantasy”. A couple of other routes were successfully tackled”.
After Saturday's debacle it was time to get serious. The talk was about a newly bolted, cleaned limestone crag - Robin Proctor's Scar, which sits proudly on a hillside with expansive views to the south, near the charming village of Clapham. The team comprised Sue and her friend Issy, up from N.Wales for the day, Tim Hakim and I. We were soon to be joined by Cliff who was down for the day from Newcastle. After Sue had taken a second breakfast in the cafe and our trawl of the excellent little gear shop we finally made it to the crag and geared up. I won't bore you with route names (because I can't remember them) - but we got in loads of mileage on
good quality clean rock with excellent bolt protection, with routes ranging from F5 -6b climbed. Is this a bit of S. France in Yorkshire? - maybe, but all I'll say is that the recent activity has transformed a formerly fairly obscure piece of rock into an excellent and popular climbing venue. As we wended our way home, the drystone walls and barns of Wensleydale catching the evening sun, life felt pretty good again......â€? Tim had an excellent day too.
Sunday - sore forearms, but feeling quite chuffed really. I didn't think it would be the done thing to inflict Graeme and Richard with my inability again so I tagged on with Bryn, Sue & Isabel (Sue's german friend) who were going to Robin Procter's Scar, via the gear shop. Bryn and Isabel very kindly talked me out of buying a new goretex (at that price it DID fit) so I had to settle with buying a new prussik loop as the only other piece of gear I needed to buy. Robin Proctor's Scar is all bolted and so was a bit of a novelty to me - I've never climbed on British bolts before. Many people claim that climbing on bolts is all the same - you could be climbing in Spain or Britain, there's no difference in character... With this in mind, Bryn and I teamed up and started with the easiest climb and gradually worked our way up the grades, trading the rack, belay jacket and gloves on each route. Meanwhile, Isabel, Sue and, by
now, Cliff, seemed to start at one end of the crag and gradually work their way towards the other end, with typical Teutonic thoroughness. As the crag got busier Bryn and I were finding it harder to stick to our game plan, so with some clever counter-double-bluffing Bryn managed to engineer my lead on a F6b climb as my final climb whilst I thought it was only F6a. I should have guessed when I came across the crucial hold cemented back in position that perhaps it was harder than I was led to believe, but Bryn and Isabel didn't let on until I had clipped the belay. A fantastic end to my weekend. I had a great weekend, thanks to all who were prepared to climb with me and generally make me welcome. All I have to do now is arrange for my weekends off and family duties to coincide with club meets and I'll be able to make another trip. Trevor Graham et al opted for an alternative venue on Sunday. Trevor writes Trevor
Sunday, a better forecast turned out to be Fantasy and we headed for Crummackdale, “Olympus” (damp) and “Venus” were dispatched after a faltering start on a distinctly crumbly and runnerless VS (Rabbit’s Trod Revisited) with an orderly retreat completed before gravity took over. Strengthening wind and dropping temperatures caused a retreat to Feizor Nick to climb the interestingly named “Set Feizor’s
to Stun”; a worthwhile route and only 5 minutes walk from the well known pleasures of Pot Scar. A good weekend with good company”. Richard
Sunday morning dawned cloudier but significantly warmer than Saturday. A little blue in the sky gave the prospect of some autumn sun on the east facing Blue Scar so after the obligatory debates over coffee over who was going where, Graeme and I headed north. I sensed Graeme was keen to bag a few good ticks after his disappointment on Wind Blue Scar is a fantastic crag marred only by the fact that due to the bid ban and winter seepage it’s only normally worth visiting August to October. But I guess in a way this adds to it’s character by giving a narrow window for success on the routes – a bit like winter climbing. There has been considerable activity in the last year or so with several new sports routes on the far right side of the crag. Although some folk may be uncomfortable with the “artificial” nature of these – considerable amounts of cement have been used to stabilise the crag on and around the arch and some of the routes are retro-bolted trad lines. Graeme and I began with Some Blue for You (E1 5a) and then did Unreal (E3 5c). The latter is the best of a crop of three extremes on the left side of the crag first done by Ron Fawcett in the late 70s. The crux is a short, powerful and reachy sequence involving use of a rather polished key foothold – Graeme made this on the lead but I managed to skid
off into space and had to have a second go. There was perhaps a little more friction when I flashed this route about 8 years ago – or perhaps I’m just getting old! We then decided to move right to where we had climbed on Friday evening to do a few of the sports routes whilst the sun was still on the crag. I started with a 6b+ to the left of Scarface and then we both led Pillar Talk (7a). Graeme flashed it but I went slightly high on some hard moves right that mark the end of the difficulties and had to sit on the rope to de-pump. Feeling back on form and having put yesterdays disappointment behind him, Graeme went on to do a bolted line to the right of the dry-stone wall (possibly originally Valdes is coming, E5, and now One Previous Owner 7a). After pulling off a hold just after clipping the first bolt and flying backwards in spectacular fashion, Graeme then dispatched the route (twice) without further a do. I contented myself with taking a few photo’s and then inadvertently managed to leave my camera at the bottom of the crag, necessitating a return visit the next morning – but that’s another story. All in all I think the meet was a great success and I’m sure many are looking forward to a return trip next summer. Richard Pow
Full-on agenda in Arco Peter Flegg, June 2005 Climbing friends from Sydney, Jim Croft and Diane Mangan, had flown in to Arco (Lake Garda), Italy from Sydney a week or so earlier. I arrived at midnight from the UK at their rented apartment, we spent an hour talking and catching up as we hadn’t seen each other for nearly a year and then made sandwiches and sorted the gear for the next day’s early start. I was asleep by 1.15am and woken by Jim exactly 4 hrs later. After a cup of coffee we picked up the gear and set off for our first rock climb in the Dolomites at the Le Placche Zebráte crag. After a 10min up hill walk from the car park Jim soon found the indistinct markings of Rita — a 550m severe limestone slab route. 6am and the sun was just coming over the ridge on the other side of the valley — it was going to be a very hot day. Unusually for Jim he gave me the first pitch. It must be easy I kept thinking but found the moves increasingly difficult, after making the pitch’s crux move — mantling onto a thin flake with the pro at my feet I soon found a small ledge and decided it was time for Jim to have a go. Even on second he found that same crux move hard, making me feel happier that at least it wasn’t just my imagination or poor style. Jim lead a couple of moves on the steep slab above but soon backed off saying it was at least an E1 with too much space between the bolts. He soon found an
easy gully up to the right and set off — this was more like the grade. We followed the gully and obvious easy route for a few pitches until we landed on a large ledge and then spotted a red marker — finally we were on the real route. At this point a German couple arrived at my belay stance from the other end of the ledge he asked what route we were on as he was lost then showed me his hand drawn map very similar to Jim’s — both of which were completely useless once you had left the ground. We then raced up the pitches with the Germans close behind us. Jim and I alternating leads and doing very fast change-overs at the belays. Most of the pitches were a good length and the climbing interesting.
Jim at the pitch 10 belay on Rita We arrived at the top of the climb after 15 pitches and finally had our packed breakfast. This was not the top of the valley ridge as there was another
500m cliff face set further back above us but the rock was no good. It took us another hour to walk back down arriving 7 hours after we had left the car. We looked up to see about 15 people in various locations on the same route — it was now very hot and the slab caught the full power of the sun — we went off mighty pleased that we had got up early and avoided most of the heat. After a coffee on the main square in Arco we went back to Diane and the kids. It was now Diane’s turn — she took me off to do the easy 2 hour return Via Ferrata called Dei Colodri (an easy grade 2A) located in Arco. After a day crammed with 9 hours of hard activity I was soon asleep after some food and a glass of wine. This set the pace for the rest of our stay in Arco it was a full-on agenda interspersed with the odd coffee, slice of pizza or ice cream from the shops in the main square. The next day Jim and I climbed routes up to about HVS at the Laghel Colodri sports crag in Arco doing short 3 pitch routes. The place was crawling with Germans most of whom had no real idea about climbing and were standing on the ring bolts as if that was the correct technique. In the afternoon Diane and I did a much harder and longer Via Ferrata called Cima Capi (grade 2A). At one point on our ascent a German couple descending dropped a water bottle and didn’t shout out a warning, the bottle closely missed Diane — I got my own back on the Germans the next day out climbing with Jim when I (carelessly/stupidly?) dropped a carabiner from the top of a sports route, the German-speaking Swiss
below was highly annoyed that I had nearly hit him â€” I had shouted a warning but he was too lazy to move. On the third day Jim and I drove down the east side of the lake to the town of Garda and spent the day at Sector E of the Marciaga crag which had a good range of single pitch sports routes. All the easy routes that we did were much harder than on the 2 previous days but when we upped the grades we found the climbs were actually little if any harder just more sustained. Over the following 2 days we did more harder Via Ferratas (one grade 4A overhanging most of the way) and Jim and I ended up with an afternoon at Torbole a 75m slab coming up out of the lake and running just above the entrance to a road tunnel at the side of the lake. We only did 3 routes as the moves became pretty repetitive. Once again we found the easier graded routes were often harder due to the polished limestone at the start.
Jim bouldering at Torbole slab
Jim and Diane then flew off to England and Gill and I went north to Bolzano to do a few more Via Ferratas at higher altitudes (up to 2210m). Finally on our last day we went back to Arco to do a 1200m 3A route (Centenario SAT) starting from lake level. We started walking from the car at 6.15am with 2.5hours of zig-zags up the mountain before the Via Ferrata even started. The first set of ladders that we had to climb were about 70m high and bolted to the cliff face set at about 70 degrees. The second set were about 100m long with the top 50m of ladder verticalâ€”it felt very airy. The view coming over the final set of ladders 4 hours after we set off was a stunning drop down 1200m to the town and lake below where we had started.
Gill at the top of Centenario SAT
Stop Press: Bowderstone Hut Meets 2006 The Committee has agreed the following hut meets for this year: 25th and 26th March – working meet 21st to 23rd April – new members meet 24th – 25th June – Annual Dinner at the Borrowdale Hotel 9th and 10th September – working meet Please put the dates in your diary. If you intend to come to the working meets please let me know a week in advance of the date. Sue Bevan Hut Co-ordinator For further information please refer to attached minutes of the Hut Wardens report.
Best of Evening - Spring at Shaftoe Chris Davis
(Written some years ago after an inspiring early season evening at Shaftoe, apologies to all poets). Phones ringing Paper shuffling Time to be going Fine evening Traffic queuing Motorway Airport Speed camera Belsay Long lane Dusty lane New cars, new calves Fresh breeze Pond rippling Dry ground Rick waving Finger taping Rock crumbling Mat lugging Body heaving Mike plummeting Mat shifting Body lugging Finger pulling Body pushing Foot placing
Up Body spotting Mat shifting Skylarks singing Soft voices Bit of ribbing More traversing Rags wiping Bracken awakening Fingers slotting Fingers pulling Arms pulling Heels hooking Iâ€™m falling Sun setting Fine setting Best setting More pulling More traversing Skin ripping Skin splitting Arms pulling Sunset Mist rising Sacks rising Boots lacing Crack flowing Boots crunching Pumps pulling Beer flowing Body aching Best of Evening.
Dates for your Diary Evening Meets Date
Pub Highlander Dyke Neuk Anglers Arms Northumberland Arms Twice Brewed Bird in the Bush Turks Head Black Swan Turks Head Black Swan Turks Head Highlander Turks Head Twice Brewed Black Swan Black Swan Turks Head Twice Brewed Black Swan Highlander Anglers Arms Turks Head Highlander
Shaftoe Rothley Corbyâ€™s Jack Rock Peel Crag South Yardhope Linshiels Bowden Ravensheugh Kyloe Out Simonside Wanneys Sandy Crag Crag Lough Back Bowden Kyloe In Simonside Crag Lough Kyloe Out Wanneys Coe Crag Drakestone East Woodburn /Wolf Peel Crag
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13th September 20th September 27th September 4th October
Bowden Rothley Corby’s Shaftoe
Black Swan Dyke Neuk Anglers Arms Highlander
Weekend Meets Date
24- 26th March
Bowderstone Working Meet
21-23rd April 29th April – 1st May
Bowderstone New Members Lakes camping
27 – 29th May
Annual Dinner Borrowdale Hut Booked Peak
Sue Bevan/Will Blyth 0191 2621124 0191 5343608 John Dalrymple 01670 519629 Bryn Roberts 01207 270527 Bryn Roberts 01207 270527 Malcolm Rowe 0191 2366648 Steve Nagy 01665 570141
21-23rd July 4 – 6th August 12 – 13th August 26 – 28th August 8 – 10th September
North Wales Yorks Limestone Bowderstone BBQ Bowderstone Working Meet
Brimham Slipstones Scugdale Memebers MTB Meet
8th October 21st or 22nd October 17 – 19th November
Kendal Film Festival
John Trafford 0191 2923618 John Mountain Peter Bennett tbc S Bevan/W Blyth 0191 2621124 0191 5343608 Chris Davis 01207 520264 Jon Trafford 0191 2923618 Steve Nagy 01665 570141 Carolyn Horrocks 0191 2660183
Malcolm Rowe 0191 2366648
Winter Meets 2007 Date
January date tbc
3rd – 4th February
Glencoe Blackrock Cottage Glencoe/Ben Nevis Area Muir of Inverey Braemar
Martin Cooper 0191 2525707 Jon Trafford 0191 2923618 Bryn Roberts 01207 270527 Tim Catterall 0120 7 509430 Malcolm Rowe 0191 2366648
24th–25th February 10th – 11th March
Further information on: www.thenmc.org.uk