or Several weeks later, and without the use of Speechmarks (drawn on as the computer supposedly hasn't got them) a typed report of the PL Explorer Cobden walking weekend arrives at the Marplescouts.co.uk Late Reports Newsdesk here at the hub of communications HQ. Thomas "Cub" Beach ... This is your Life ....no sorry, report...... PL and APL Walking Weekend On the 11th October, Ben Tott, Jonathan "Nippy" Nolan, Thomas "Cub" Beach, Adam "Madman" Ollier, Andy "Broken foot" Thorpe, Ian "Dullard" Corbishley, Andy "The Best" Tognarelli (with surname spelt correctly) and John "Darth Pie" Dawson went on a walking weekend in the Peak District. On Friday night we took a train from Marple to Hathersage where we spent the night in Hathersage Youth Hostel. The Next Morning it was up early and after a cooked breakfast we were off. It rained all day and on top of Win Hill, which was supposed to be the highlight of the day, we were in cloud. Eventually we found our way to Edale YHA. This Youth Hostel was alot bigger with a 12 bunked room for scouts and explorers, complete with games room with pool table and a television to watch England beat Slovakia 2-1 on (and the Controversial Ultimate Force- ed.) After a good nights sleep we were off again, this time we were aiming to make it 14 miles all the way back to Marple. The day drew on and it was feared that many of the group might go mad, but we all dug in and made it, if not a little late. The highlight of the weekend would have to be the (Illegal ) late night card games and Ben's fascination with four legged creatures. The lows: Nippy cooking Black eggs and Andy Thorpe breaking his foot with a snooker cue although he didn't know it at the time. Master Thomas Beach Esquire scores 312 Words. |
Andrew Tognarelli - again. Do you lot not get bored reading this stuff?? |
Andy Togs once again takes you on a joyride into scouting ......let the performance begin...... If I was a scout this report would probably captivate the audience by being a total of 3 words long and sounding something like "It was good". However, the scout formerly known as "Cub" will do this so I had best give a true run down of Captain John Jay Dawsons Log. I was brought on board the leadership crew for this latest escapade following the idea that I had nothing better to do that weekend as judged by Thian and Pie. So it was that we all met up on friday at 6:15 pm at the scout hut getting ready to catch the 19:04 train to Hathersage and the Youth Hostel there. At kit check and food distribution Corbisiero threw away half the weetabix claiming no one would eat even half, and everyone had to repack their rucksacks, again. So once we'd all assembled on platform 1 (Tom "Cub" Beech) meeting us there, we had the full squad ready for action. (to be read like a football announcer reading the teamsheet out prematch...) 1. Nippy Nolan 2. Ben Tott 3.Tom Beach 4. Adam Ollier 5. Andrew Thorpe 6.Me 7. Ian 8. Pie. The train chugged through the darkness and at Hathersage we put on waterproofs and found our way to the youth hostel. In the room distribution area it should be noted the two explorers had a broom cupboard really very small. Cards entertained the troops that evening while others wrote route cards. Nippy Nolan wants the fact he won at prediction whist carved in stone, purely because he's usually rubbish at cards. Bed at eleven, No talking not even Leaders, for we must arise at 7:30. And some of us did. Others said it was too early to get up on Saturday (By Network Law) and that the scouts should cook breakfast anyway. They did. So the fried breakfast completed, myself and Ian cheated at washing up using the industrial dishwasher and once everyone had signed the visitor book we were on our way. Although nobody knew where. The route to Edale had never been clarified but we muddled through. Scouts navigated successfully with Ben Tott informing us of the wonders of "Bread Garlic" and also reaching 4000 patrol points in "who wants to be a patrol point millionaire" before losing them for navigating the wrong way. Everyone was wearing waterproofs as we crossed field after field and hedge after hedge. We passed through the rural village of Bamford which was such a delight, and around here the Map readers thought they wouldn't, and it took Pie to shout at them and tell them they were wandering the wrong way. Onwards and lunch was planned for Win Hill. The view was misty, it was cold and the pesky sheep kept wanting all our dinner. A photo at the trig point and all was well. The route kept us on the tops and as the day brightened up the whole Hope valley opened up to us. We followed a lovely route taken by the Romans some years before, past Ladybower reservoir. Then a short 2 mile stretch to the Edale hostel and bed for the night. We reached Edale at about 3ish. Everyone dried out and played chess, cards and guess the top ten artists of the 1980's. The dismal England game was watched in the games room along with Pool where the scouts had blocked the pockets with shoes and so got about 15 games for their one pound stake. Tea was beautifully cooked by Nippy pasta and sauce has never tasted so good. Then in a shock moment John Dawson was left to do the washing up as everyone else ran off to watch the last of "Ultimate Force". Apparently he wasn't too happy. The evening ended with pool doubles Tognarelli and Corbishley ending 1-1. Bed and Ian laughing too loud. Sunday dawned and nippy nolan had lost his egg frying abilities as most of them were rated "appalling". The Explorers washed up and we were on our way home. It was today that another dreaded thing happened- the return of the mobile phone. Everyone switched theirs on, but they did liven up a walk home. Ben Tott looked bedraggled at the back although he just beat Pie up Jacobs Ladder. Down the other side and conversation ranged from what happened in "Monarch of the Glen" to testing Cub on his Latin Vocab. Dinner was taken in Hayfield and it being about 1 in the afternoon, the scouts not full of energy they pleaded with pie to catch the bus. He wouldn't budge and the trawl of The Sett Valley Trail began. It went on too long. However, joy was brought from a far place. This weekend, being an Interactive camp, Tommy Togs virtually joined us from his leeds Mansion and enjoyed all commentary of the route even the bit with the hedge trimmer men. More relief came from walking down the tors riverside instead of the dull canal. The scouts were all impressed by the Milenium bridge but the distance was beginning to take it's toll. We clambered out from the torrs up towards the "Fox Inn" and were joined by the incredible Hopwood in his Lancaster Card Board Box. He livened up the steep hill but soon passed. The Fox, over to Linnet Clough and then down to Roman lakes. Most were tired and speech had begun to die out. Up the hill to the hut and everyone glad to be home, even though we were an hour later than predicted. Final mention must go to Andy Makin who gave the sweaty and tired leaders a lift home. Lack of scouts was a disappointment but the walk was still good and the navigation went well. I hope scouts enjoyed themselves, although this weekend was off the "Fun Rating Coupons" littlewoods already predicting and away win.. Explorers were good and did little real navigation there should have been more of them also. Still you can lead them to water but you can't make them drink. Enough said. I've probably gone on too long anyway. Following this trip and Andy thorpes mention that his foot hurt on Sunday, he was diagnosed as having a broken foot/ metatarsal by hospital on tuesday. He never told us he dropped a snooker cue on his bare foot. He scores 9/10 for not whinging that much. Andrew Tognarelli Esq. Now you write one...... |
OCTOBER 2002 COBDEN & Co. WALKING WEEKEND |
or Several weeks later, and without the use of Speechmarks (drawn on as the computer supposedly hasn't got them) a typed report of the PL Explorer Cobden walking weekend arrives at the Marplescouts.co.uk Late Reports Newsdesk here at the hub of communications HQ. Thomas "Cub" Beach ... This is your Life ....no sorry, report...... PL and APL Walking Weekend On the 11th October, Ben Tott, Jonathan "Nippy" Nolan, Thomas "Cub" Beach, Adam "Madman" Ollier, Andy "Broken foot" Thorpe, Ian "Dullard" Corbishley, Andy "The Best" Tognarelli (with surname spelt correctly) and John "Darth Pie" Dawson went on a walking weekend in the Peak District. On Friday night we took a train from Marple to Hathersage where we spent the night in Hathersage Youth Hostel. The Next Morning it was up early and after a cooked breakfast we were off. It rained all day and on top of Win Hill, which was supposed to be the highlight of the day, we were in cloud. Eventually we found our way to Edale YHA. This Youth Hostel was alot bigger with a 12 bunked room for scouts and explorers, complete with games room with pool table and a television to watch England beat Slovakia 2-1 on (and the Controversial Ultimate Force- ed.) After a good nights sleep we were off again, this time we were aiming to make it 14 miles all the way back to Marple. The day drew on and it was feared that many of the group might go mad, but we all dug in and made it, if not a little late. The highlight of the weekend would have to be the (Illegal ) late night card games and Ben's fascination with four legged creatures. The lows: Nippy cooking Black eggs and Andy Thorpe breaking his foot with a snooker cue although he didn't know it at the time. Master Thomas Beach Esquire scores 312 Words. |
