NEWSLETTER 2005
Watch this site for a write up on what we did in 2005!
As a newcomer to 50+ Adventure Club, I had
innocently come along to the Carriage House for the Tinsel and Turkey evening.
Little did I realise I was walking into a celebrity line-up. I met
Adam and Eve and Morecambe and Wise, and, if the rumours were true Posh and
Becks may have been there too. Guessing who you were talking to was
a great way to start the evening, and to get everyone talking to each other.
Seating 36 people around one huge table was quite a feat but the staff at
the Carriage House were up
to it and we enjoyed an excellent meal with plenty to choose from and fast
efficient service. The wine flowed and birthdays were celebrated.
But this was just the beginning …
The conversation went something like this: “It’s to do with horses, the
pointy bit is for getting stones out of their hooves”. A group of us
were trying to decide what our mystery metal object was. It turned
out, much to our surprise, to be a knee replacement joint. And there
was more to come. Two teams, two hip joints on pieces on string and
a journey down dresses and down trouser legs, and the race was on.
The return journey up the trousers proved very challenging for some, but
hilarious.
The fish I had at my meal served as brain food for the Christmas Carol quiz.
Our team won - mainly thanks to Doug. Then after hectic musical chairs,
we stepped into a “time warp” with ‘Agadoo’ and ‘Superman’ and some great
old 60’s tunes. It was a great evening, good food, good fun, and good
friends, but my lasting memory will be of John dancing - what a mover!
John Travolta eat your heart out!
Arriving on time, unusual for us, on a cold
wet and windy night in January. Panic set in as we thought, had we got the
date or venue wrong!!!!! Phew, someone else is here, what a relief!
Thirty four eager participants, some we had never seen before.
Lanes nineteen to twenty four were our venue. Play started as soon as we
managed to fathom the technology and put our names in, perhaps not in the
order that was first required but off we go. We are all professional players
so up went the runners to give us a hidden advantage. There were cheers and
shouts of glee from some of the players others kept quiet as the bowl went
astray and missed the skittles by a hair’s breath. I know that should have
been a strike and not travelled down the rail to obscurity. In the first
game there was three birds, two ducks and one turkey (for those of you that
do not know what turkey is that is three strikes on the trot achieved by
our first game winner). Allan (Lane 19) with a score of 138, in the ladies
department Lynn's (Lane 24) inter city 125 was just passed by Ann's (Lane
20) 129.
The second game was quite intense the lanes were being broken by eager players.
Grace, with too much haste, bowled her ball before the pins were set. Striking
the protective guard with a resounding thud, the bowling ball rebounded and
wedged in the gutter. Whoops never mind. Next game please. Most improved
player in our opinion was Dave (Lane 23) who went from zero to hero when he
started with a duck and finished on 116. Ann, top lady's player having found
her lucky bowl, held it in her arms like a new borne babe until it let her
down. I wish I'd been down that much with a 141 to become runner up
to Doug (Lane 21) who left it to the final bowl to retain his title for a
second year. Will the ladies take the title next year? (Not if I get my way).
Richard (Lane 21) - known to his friends as 'Dick' the highwayman - nearly
stole second place but fell at the last hurdle with a 133. Better luck next
time, Richard.
After such excitement we proceeded to our fast food feast reflecting on
the evening’s events and what might have been!!! With bellies full and awards
presented, it remains to state quite clear, that the biggest winner of the
whole event, are the friends who sat at dinner.
A group of the 50+ Adventure Club met up at the Pemberton Centre to embark
upon a night at the dogs, each hoping, no doubt, to be returning a little
richer. One member had been given a “red hot tip” (I'm given to understand)
but no amount of persuasion could get them to divulge what it was.
Once at the track the group soon got into the atmosphere of the meeting
and started making their selections either by studying the form card or picking
the greyhound because they liked the sound of its name.
Each race the tension mounted and the cheering got louder: by the end of
the meeting (13 races in all) and I am sure that some members were a little
hoarse by this time. This may sound its a lot of races but they were just
15 minutes apart which gave you enough time to either get a drink, put another
bet on or hopefully collect winnings from the previous race to add to the
pile.
On the coach journey home there was much animation and I am sure I can speak
for everyone that this was an evening enjoyed by all who attended. If this
trip came up again I would certainly have my name down for it but would,
now I know what 1 am doing, pick my selections a little differently.
Shrove Tuesday was not the best day for my introduction to Scuba diving,
as the pancakes sat heavy before we donned the air tanks!!!
Seven of us travelled to the pool in Bedford on a cold but clear night.
When we arrived, we went to collect our equipment and I was a little concerned
to be told “slip your jacket off, I want to have a look at you”, before realising
the instructor was assessing which size jacket I needed.!!! We were
given a jacket, which also had the tank attached to the back of it, a pair
of flippers, 2 air tubes and a weight belt.. Heavy is the only way
to describe the jacket , tank and belt, all of which we put on, over
our clothes, to carry to the pool.
Once changed into cossie/T.Shirt we then put the whole think back on again.
My instructor described what the tubes were for, how to put air into the
jacket while diving to help raise me to the surface or expel air to dive
down. The explanation, together with the necessary hand signals to learn,
so we could communicate once diving, were easy. The most difficult
of all was getting to grips with the flippers once I was in the water.
Your feet seem to treble in size!!!
Once I concentrated on only breathing through my mouth, we set off swimming
lengths of the pool. Towards the end of the session we swum into the
3 metre deep pool. At the end of the session we took off all
of our kit, showered and dressed. However the evening was not
yet over as we had to put on the whole kit, over our dry clothes, to take
it back to the store and obviously everything was soaking wet!!! Sorry
Peta for the wet back and bum in your car. But a very enjoyable evening
and one to be repeated, for me.
On Saturday evening twenty three of us turned up at the Xscape Snow-dome
in Milton Keynes to go tobogganing. We all put on warm clothing, crash helmets
and collected a toboggan. The toboggan was a plastic thing with handles about
12" square and nearly big enough to sit on. We were given the mandatory safety
instructions, then we all eagerly climbed to the top of the snow slope, sat
on our trays and slid down the slope. As I slid ever faster down the hill,
snow flying up into my face, fifty years of my life slipped away and I felt
like a child again. After half an hour of climbing the hill and sliding down
again we were all exhausted and ready for our meal together. A great night
out and a great experience.
23 novices, very keen to learn.
How to drive a go-kart, round the track we’ll burn.
Freezing cold outdoors, glad to go inside.
No warmer in there, from cold we could have died.
Tracksuits on, Safety talk, Practise laps three.
(Who brought his own helmet? His form we’ll have to see)
Starting order, check the list, over to the grid,
Find your kart, settle in, staring through your “lid”,
Red to Green, foot hard down, try to gain a place,
Down the straight, round the corner, what a crazy race!
Bump behind you, little slide, barrier here I come.
No reverse, hand aloft, Stewards at a run.
Back in business, speeding up, I’ll catch them somehow
Suddenly, chequered flag, Heat is over now!
Check the Telly, results are there, who’s the fastest lap?
Suddenly, you’re on again, no time for a nap.
Five heats over, anxious wait, semi line-up on the screen,
Three races, first two in each in the Final will be seen.
Hard luck stories, sticking pedals, excuses they abound,
Six racers, final time, six times the track around.
Favourite’s off, flying start, looks a different class.
I’m in second, nowhere near, only saw his ****.
Well done, Nigel. Six first places and the fastest lap,
Victory circuit, flying flag, everybody clap.
Presentation, plastic trophies, Champagne there was none.
Never mind, fun-filled day, everybody won.
Now that I am getting more into the spirit of the Adventure Club, I had
a lift from my home to the Pemberton Centre (pulse rate normal); and then
on to the venue (pulse jumped twice). I took my own helmet on hygiene grounds
provoking a few wry comments and enquiries as to how many times I’d karted
before (twice, over five years ago).
The owner got us into fire retardant overalls and then talked about what
NOT to do. This only gave a few people ideas. The karts had no gears just
a centripetal clutch so its right foot throttle, left foot brake like an
automatic car. The pedals have two positions for little and big feet. In
the practice I was told off for pressing both pedals at once and it took
ages to cure myself.
We were called my name for the heats and there was plenty to do in between:
tea & coffee; watching the racing; seeing the results come up on the
excellent automatic timing and nervous bladder emptying.
Three lads courteously helped us into our machines and checked helmet straps
and visors. There were seat and back cushions for those who asked. Karts
are uncomfortable and the faster you go, the bigger bruises you receive just
from cornering - never mind about getting rammed, Pauline. The gloves provided
absorbed most of the shocks from the wheel and the steering linkage rubs
the backs of ones calves but once the flag drops all this is forgotten and
the engines drown out the ladies’ shouting and cursing. I think that I was
fortunate in that I was towards the back of the grids for the early heats
when the less brave were finding their way and I was able to pass. Later
on passing became harder and I saw the NO WEAVING sign displayed at someone.
The helmet masked his identity.
Racing is hungry work and I had already eaten my emergency chocolate bar
when I enquired at the Servery about serious food. Piping hot tea, beef burger
and chips were put on the counter for me as I stepped off the bridge straight
after a heat. Really good service and value at three pounds something.
The helpers spotted a dark stain on someone’s overalls which was diagnosed
as fuel rather than incontinence and fresh ones were swiftly provided. By
now my back was really hurting and I had to lie on the floor and pull a few
bones back in place, then rub a bruise better myself as there were no volunteers.
For the final I found myself in pole position. I’m told it was a very boring
race to watch but I was concentrating on trying to reduce my lap time despite
twisting my neck looking round for the next kart. For the victory lap I was
encumbered with a flag and the pit lads were very complimentary when I gave
it back. Apparently we are among the best behaved groups on the track. I struggled
to get on the podium while those already there laughed. I was pleased to
be driven home in style and two weeks later my body has restored itself but
at what price? I wonder.
| Hi-de-hi
and Ho-de ho. In a line and off we go. Right is wrong and left is right, I cannot cope,Oh what a sight! With faces grim we concentrate. I’m the wrong way round, Oh, what a plight. |
Doug
and Lil we love to watch, But I can't do this, Oh what a botch No, honestly, it's not that bad Glad I went? yes, very glad. |
My first outing with the 50+ Adventure Club.
A cool, misty Sunday morning found me picking up 2 other Adventurers, both
I might add, experienced walkers. Would I be able to keep up with them,
I wondered? The previous week I had purchased a pair of walking boots.
After wearing them around the house I had exchanged them for another pair,
2 days before the event. Orienteering seemed a good way of breaking
them in.
Arriving at the venue - Brixworth Country Park - we were soon among approximately
38 other people preparing for the event. Having split into groups of
3 and 4, we arrived at the starting point. Numbered points were copied
onto a map from a master. An explanation was given on how to find and
calculate each number and letter, then we were off - 3 ladies and myself!
The whole exercise was against the clock so it was a race to find the first
number and the appropriate letter and calculate the next number. The
letters found at each point were entered onto a chart and once all these
were in place, formed an anagram. A clue to the anagram was also given.
Once solved, it was back to the starting point. The whole exercise
was repeated again using a different sheet and slightly more difficult calculations.
Everybody seemed to enjoy themselves. Imagine my surprise when our
group came in the first three! Well, I managed to keep
up with the ladies - and the boots? They were just fine! Thank you Grace
for a most enjoyable morning.
On a coldish Tuesday evening, 21 of us gathered at Mike Booth’s house in
Desborough for what was promised to be a “fiendish street rally” followed
by a fish and chip supper.
Teams were formed as people arrived and team names invented. Seven teams
were formed and went out into the wilds of Desborough armed with a quiz sheet
and pen. Each team was given one hour to make their way round Desborough
answering the questions set by Mike. My team (The Leg-Stretchers) consisted
of Janet, Mike and myself and we were the first team out. As the evening
progressed and we made our way around the town some of the other teams caught
and overtook us. We continued to look for the answers and did not concern
ourselves unduly with the other teams’ progress.
After completing the course we arrived back at Mike’s house for deserved
liquid refreshments most of which were hot to try and thaw us out after the
weather had turned colder as the evening progressed. The quiz sheets were
checked and marked whilst we waited for the fish supper to arrive. The teams
discussed answers and agreed or argued about the answers given. The
food arrived and was just what was needed to finish off the evening. After
the food was consumed the answers were announced by the organisers. To our
surprise our team were declared as winners.
Our thanks must go to Mike Booth for his organising of the event and his
hospitality throughout the evening. A good time had by all and I look forward
to the next event I am able to attend.
On a very early cold Sunday morning fourteen
50+ keen ramblers climb into a minibus bound for an eight mile walk in Derbyshire.
Various questions are heard – Will we be warm enough? Will it rain? Will
the new boots get muddy? Who will carry me if I get too weary?
After arriving and donning boots and
backpacks we are given a brief description of the walk complete with map
(brief panic ensues but the map is for interest only – no map reading skills
necessary). As we set off the day is already getting brighter
and we are soon enjoying the wonderful scenery. Walking at a leisurely
pace and stopping to admire a lone orchid and listening to bird song, we
made our way through Biggindale and on to Wolfscote dale. A pause to
allow Dennis to take a group photograph as he balanced precariously on a
rock in the river and then a steep climb followed by a drinks stop to admire
the view (an excuse to get our breath back). The lunchbreak stop at
the George pub in Alstonefield gave us the opportunity to have a welcome
drink as we ate our lunch in the warm sunshine. We began our journey back
through Narrowdale, passing Wolfscote Hill and just enjoying the beautiful
countryside, so different from our own county and yet just an hour away.
This area, although very close to the ever popular Dove Dale is much quieter
and we meet just a few fellow walkers and some friendly dogs.
Back at the car-park boots are quickly removed and then just time
to enjoy a large ice-cream before making our way home. Great
views, sunshine and good company made this a day to remember. Thanks
to Jane and Dennis Tromans for researching, driving and leading this
walk.
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Diggers (article by Linda Street) Once again it was ‘annual adrenaline rush time’ to drive the mini digger! The weather was sunny, windy, sunny, rainy, windy and so forth………………Several minutes of instruction to use the levers (up, down, forward, backwards, scoop, tilt). Having got the gist of the manoeuvres, we were allowed to solo scoop and deposit earth in the truck and then drive the truck to deposit the soil in an allocated place in the field. Great powerful feeling! I waited for the others to finish. When it was my turn, the weather had also changed and skies turned black and the rain and wind showed their force. However, I was okay sitting in the cab dry and out of wind’s way. Poor Yvonne and Cecil were out in the field getting soaked watching me. Hee hee Thank you both for your perseverance! I hear that the other team of Lyn, Christine and Graham had fun too. Picture: Quads and Off-Road driving. |
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Sheds and the Building
of (article by Caroline Cordozo) What can five girls in a hail storm achieve in 32.40 minutes armed only with a handful of dowels and some timber slats? Well! In a state of confident disorganization, and a little prompting from Pauline, we five erected a shed to be proud of, complete with window and door and not a blackened thumb in sight. Move over Tommy Walsh – Girl Power Reigns. |
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(article by Peta Jellis) The thing about being on horseback is that you are a long way off the ground and the horse knows that you are a novice, so will only do what it wants to do! This is the second time I have ridden JH, and each time he has shown who is in charge! I begged, I pleaded, I kicked him (but gently) to trot - no way! But eventually, we did go for a nice walk around the farm and along a stream and kidded ourselves that this was the way to travel! Maybe next year, I will bring a packet of Polos - I didn’t try bribery!!! |
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Blindfold
Driving (article by Jacqy McNinch) This is the second time I have taken part in this event and unlike most things I don’t improve with practice. To be fair the course has changed so any advantage I could have gained over the same terrain was scotched immediately. But I’m a ‘game old bird’ and I love laughing, so this one event more than anything is a must for me. I think I hit trees, carried cones, reversed, careered downhill towards the river and probably took the longest time, but it was the most fun. Roll on next year. Picture: Clay Shooting - another activity enjoyed during the day. |
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Bikes (article by Jacqy McNinch) I’m a scaredy-cat really and the bikes I find a great challenge. In fact it took me 15 minutes to sit comfortably and feel in charge of the bike not the other way round. In the end I was soaring over mountaintops and plunging down valleys with the biggest adrenalin rush since last year’s bike ride. I later found out that one of our members felt sufficiently confident to perform a rear somersault with the quad bike and then take it swimming, but we were relieved to hear no major damage was caused (to the member or the bike) and the hero of the hour to put the bike to rights and the rider was none other than my better half. |
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I chose the Waendel Walk as my first venture with
the 50+ Club, owing to the location just 10 minutes walk from my home.
The day was beautiful, blue skies a light wind. We met at the Castle Theatre,
everyone made me feel very welcome, and off we set at 10-30 a.m. for a 6
mile stroll along the Nene Valley, across the fields up the hill from Wollaston
Mill to Great Doddington.
The view from the top of the hill was
lovely a truly English pastoral scene: sheep a few trees, the beautiful green
of the grass, with the river in the valley. Then on to the Stags Heads. Crowds
of people here, taking refreshments and getting their cards stamped. We joined
them and went inside for some light refreshment before continuing along to
the Garden Centre. Then returning to the Castle via the park to the sound
of Bag Pipes, not a welcome but a Scottish wedding in progress. We all met
up at the end to get cards stamped again and visit the Continental Market
on the car park at the rear of the Castle. A good day was had by all
and a sum of money raised for charity. Thanks to all for making me so welcome.
Looking forward to my next venture.
I arrived at The Boat Inn Whitney in the evening sunshine with Paul (who
had kindly offered to car share) via a pleasant sojourn to Warwick Castle
and Stratford-upon-Avon. Fellow campers soon arrived and we had much
mirth on checking the facilities as there were three showerheads in a small
cubicle and we considered how cosy it might be!
We put on our crash helmets and life jackets and after a few minutes tuition
on land we got into our canoes (no easy task). After a few collisions
and much laugher we all managed to head in the right direction. I'm
not sure how we managed to get in and out of our canoes twice without falling
in but we did. I was mortified when I saw the depth of the water after
we had hauled our canoes over to another stretch of water. I thought it was
rather shallow for two generous sized people, to say the least, but other
canoes had gone before us and managed OK. But we became 'beached' straight
away, and poor 'Uncle Nev' had to pull us into deeper water. It was the first
time I wish we had taken Peta's advice when she said it was not a good idea
for married couples to share a canoe! But we all thoroughly enjoyed
it and had a wonderful morning.
I eagerly sent my cheque off for Gliding as I had heard what a wonderful
experience it is. But as the big day drew nearer I was becoming rather
anxious. On THE morning I was desperately hoping for the event to be rained
off (it was not to be). It was the perfect evening for Gliding.
We arrived at the airfield, the instructor showed us the controls - but my
only concern was being able to operate to 'D' ring on the parachute.
The time came for the first person to take off. She not only looked
very calm, she was smiling as the light aircraft towed the Glider off into
the distance. I eagerly awaited for her return to gauge for signs of
trauma. But no - there were no signs of distress - she had really enjoyed
it and would like to do it again. My time came. Weak knees, dry
throat I hauled on the parachute (with a bit of help) and got into the Glider.
The plane took up the slack, and before long we were soaring over the beautiful
countryside. The pilot really put me at ease, and pointed out all the
land marks. It was like floating over a pretty model village, canal
and patchwork of fields - so calm and peaceful. All too soon it was
time to head back to the airfield and a perfect landing. The evening
was rounded up with a very nice meal and very good company.
After a pleasant drive through the country lanes avoiding a young fox in
the middle of the road, we arrived at Sibbertoft Airfield at 17.45 hrs. Then
the convoy of 50+’s followed one of the pilots to the three aircraft awaiting
our arrival. With temporary membership form in hand, the thirteen of us booked
in with the flight controller, followed by a brief but informative explanation
of the glider. Only when it came to the operation of the parachute did some
member’s faces drop. Pilot and passenger in the cockpit, towline firmly attached
the plane, the glider was pulled into the air. At two thousand feet the tow
is released and the gilder climbs turning left. As the glider levels out
the pilot says you have control. I have control! Oh boy - I’m
flying a glider! We followed the A 14 towards the M1/M6 junction, making
a right turn to the Grand Union Canal. Then over Stanford House and reservoir
before making the turn for home and handing control back to the pilot for
the final decent to terra firma. What a fantast experience. There was not
one of us that did not enjoy the 20-minute fight and were longing to go again.
Not only did Graham organise a fantastic event but he made sure the weather
was perfect too.
Up early, watered greenhouses … a hot day is forecast! Packed box
of fruit (survival rations) also sun hat, sun specs and sun cream! Off to
Market Harborough to find Union Wharf … surprise, surprise we found it straight
away. Two car loads had arrived and another quickly followed. Off to
find our boat, it was not quite as roomy as I imagined but 12 intrepid sailors
and enough food and drink for a week fitted in nicely!
First we were given instructions how to start, stop and steer but when hatches
for removing weed were pointed out and technical info about the engine was
given most of us began to look glazed and checked out the seating, the loo
and galley facilities!
Off we set up the Grand Union Canal towards Foxton locks, it was narrow
and a bit overgrown at first but there were some lovely houses and garden
sweeping down to the water …Perhaps when I win the Lottery!!! The weather
was superb, not much traffic and the views of the bridges reflected on the
canal were beautiful. We spotted moorhens, coots, mallard ducks with dozens
of babies (Aahhh!), dragonflies, damsel flies and lots of unidentifiable
little birds ! It was quite idyllic!
Our first challenge was to make a cup of coffee and eat a slice of melon,
the second was the swingbridge which we negotiated with great aplomb. We
were all slowly taking turns at the helm with varied success! Some
went straight up the canal and some straight into the bank and reeds!! We
arrived at Foxton Locks at lunch time and after much discussion, going round
in circles, and mooring in the wrong place we found a spot to stop for lunch.
Wow how would we eat all that?! But we gritted our teeth and manfully
(and womanfully!) almost cleared the table helped with a few glasses of wine!
What a lovely meal, it made sitting on the bank in the sun amongst the thistles
most enjoyable!
Then we explored the locks (and the pub loo!) some went right to the top
but others walked around the bridges, it just got hotter and hotter! So we
set off again to find some cooling breezes. By now nearly everyone
had taken the helm, Linda to zig zag and scrape the bridge and Cecil to get
stuck in the mud and Denise perform some topiary on the overhanging trees!!
The last of the bread was thrown to the ducks who ignored it and we arrived
back at the wharf safely, galley ship shape, bags packed, most of the food
and wine consumed all feeling happy and relaxed after a great day out in
great company !
Many thanks to Grace for her hard work!
P.S. If any one can give a good home to 3 dozen packets of crisps please
see Cecil!!
| They flew thro’ the air with the greatest of ease Those daring club members on a flying trapeze They trembled, they shook, then said “what the heck” And jumped into space (without hitting the deck) They “Tarzanned”, they “stirruped” (some suspended in space) The joy of achievement on everyone’s face The final zip wire – the highest of all But tackled with ease - they were having a ball A few bruises perhaps and a blister or three They emerged from the forest and went for some tea |
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Sunday, 26 June and for my first “adventure” with the 50+, I had chosen
to “Go-Ape” in Thetford Forest. Around 12 of us were booked for the
course whilst a smaller group had planned to walk the forest trails and Lucy
to explore by cycle. The day began overcast, but this was a welcome
respite from the intense heat of the previous few days. By 11 am start
time, the temperature was ideal for what was to be an exhilarating but strenuous
morning.
Safety precautions and procedures explained, it was time to take to the
heights - not too high to start (some might say). The first challenge
was a short, but nonetheless nerve-racking leap from the platform to a cargo
net, safely achieved after much encouragement and support from Tony and Bryan.
Zip wires, rope and stirrup bridges and other exciting challenges followed,
each one becoming higher and of greater distance, some more scary and physically
demanding than others. At times one wondered whether we would make
it to the end but the camaraderie of the group, and support of those who
had undertaken the course the previous year, saw us all safely to the bottom
of the final zip wire and to the comments (all taken in good part) from Tony,
Dennis and Bryan about our ungainly landings.
By 2.30 we were all back from our various events and met at the picnic area
for lunch - much needed and deserved. Post mortems regarding the course
over, it was time for most of us to head for home. However, Jane and
Dennis had other ideas and endless energy, and headed off for the trails
on their cycles. Bruises and aches aside, this was a fantastic
experience. Who knows, perhaps next year might see us all return to
Thetford. Many thanks to Tony, Bryan and Dennis for their support throughout
the course; to the good company and to Jane for organising the event.
Everybody should do this once. It is the purest form of flying as there
is no apparent means of support. I just swung about with the canopy far above
me and then dropped gently to the ground. There was no wind noise and little
draught either. To achieve this utopian state all I did was pay; ‘phone
at 7:30am to check; drive 110 miles; strap myself to a perfect stranger and
finally jog down a steep slope with him. My flight lasted about 63 seconds.
It’s a new sport and really only possible due to modern materials and techniques.
The canopy has two layers of nylon which fill with air to make an aerofoil
section and provide lift. The harness includes two thigh straps and a seat
so you are sitting comfortably in flight but the latter stops you running
properly. Launching is tricky as you need to have some speed but when the
wing lifts your feet leave the ground! Landing was simple enough as the canopy
collapsed instantly.
There were about seven solo parascenders jumping off and then walking back
up swathed in their £1500 canopies. Some had parachutes in their back
packs but there were no thermals that day and so no chance of flying high
or for any length of time. The promotional video I watched was exciting but
all taken in much hillier, sunnier foreign climes. Parascending is
very weather dependent as wind, but not too much wind is needed in a direction
which will cause an up draught against the scarp of the down and any rain
would make the canopy too heavy. The regulars said that half the time there
was no flying and it was the tenth time one of our group had tried to use
his 49th birthday gift. He was now 50 and could have joined us for a subsidized
flight.
Once landed we each got a lift back up in a rare, four wheel drive Transit
van, thus I achieved a long held personal ambition. Overall a lovely experience
to cherish. Incidentally this is the only Adventure Club event that has caused
concern from my children. “Where’s your will, Dad?”
Editor’s Note: Now you have read what a fantastic experience this was, not
all the places for this event were taken up, so if you wanted to book but
found that the date clashed with your holiday or other arrangements and could
not go, please contact Peta Jellis who will try to co-ordinate flyers.
We have 4 pre-paid flights left which we must use up before 1 November and
we are happy to sell these places to non-members. Price remains at
£42.50 (if you booked directly with The Green Dragons it would cost
you £79!!!). You can fly mid-week if you would prefer.
“Armed with a questionnaire and map teams of up to 5 people scour Cambridge
collecting answers to clues, some of which are painfully cryptic. The treasure
hunt is split into walking and punting stages; each team punts itself, as
learning to navigate is very much part of the fun!” That’s what the
publicity said and 28 Club members certainly had the fun promised.
The weather was hot and Cambridge vibrant! The quiz was broken
down to questions which could only be answered from the Cam whilst others
had to be answered on foot. Armed with a clipboard, 3 teams started
walking, whilst the other 3 teams tried their hands at Punting on a very
busy River Cam! The plan was to swap boats at the far end of The Backs
and then to see who got the most right (or imaginative) answers. The
best clues were in the Pub where refreshments were taken!
As the teams swapped over, Jim Bennison declared he had never done anything
so frightening in his life as to try to Punt! He didn’t fall in but
was very pleased when Bob Wakefield took over from him and showed him how
to do the job! Peta’s team needed someone who could punt but rejected
the idea of paying a professional - we are an adventure club after all.
Instead, they kidnapped Paul Rogers from another team, who did an excellent
job. He was ably assisted by Heather who only had one scary encounter
with a tree where she was one side of the branch whilst the pole was the
other side of it.
The final results were: Pretty Punters 5.5; The Useless Five
6, The Deficient Initiatives 7, Peta’s Team 8, The 3 Js 10 and the winning
team Steve Whitworth & Campbell McNinch 14.5! The winning team
got extra points for Jacqy’s excellent re-design of King’s College complete
with multi-story car park, a Starbuck’s coffee bar and an anchoring point
for visiting Zeppelins! See what I mean about the clues?
On a scorching Sunday what better prospect to look forward to than an
afternoon in good company jet skiing. Billing Aquadrome was our venue
and had the added benefit of hosting a land rover show that day
Once all were assembled our instructor who had been eagle eyed enough to
steer everyone clear of the bar took us through the rules and operation of
the bikes simply and clearly “Keep between the orange and white
markers, drive anti clockwise, keep your distance, green button start, red
button stop and watch for signals from the stewards” simplicity
itself. Safety helmets and buoyancy jackets were issued but thankfully
all agreed to dispense with wet suits as it was so hot.
After mastering the mounting technique (a bit like vaulting on a horse from
the rear without the worry of being kicked) off we set, those with some previous
experience carrying the novices as pillion to instil confidence. A
steady start soon gave way to full throttle as the stability of the bikes
became evident. Whoops of delight went up as we skewed over the wake of other
jet ski users and enjoyed the ensuing spray thrown UP. Back to shore
to dismount for rest and refreshment whilst the second group had their turn
then back to the skis with novices at the helm, all quickly showed they had
mastered the art even though one or two marker buoys had some close encounters.
All agreed it had been a thoroughly enjoyable experience so many thanks
to Pauline and the team for organising it
At the last meeting at the “Ock & Dough”, possibly after a few drinks,
I found myself agreeing to make up the numbers to 24 (6 teams of 4) for the
above event. So ff we set to Welham Park Road, Market Harborough, hoping
that the cloudy sky would not release the promised rain too early in the day.
This was a new experience for several of us, although it was noted that
some amongst us had their own “woods” - I think they may have played before.
We were split into teams of 4. Two from each team playing each end
of the green. The first person threw the “jack”, then both the players
in each of the two teams took it in turn to bowl the “woods” to see which
team could get the most “woods” nearest to the “jack”. Each player
had 2 “woods”. After this, players at the other end had their go.
Bowls is a game of skill as the “woods” are weighted to roll in a curve.
A very enjoyable time was had by all though more practice is needed by myself.
By midday the weather had won so that the light lunch put on by Shangton
was organised half an hour early. This was extremely good. Thanks
to Mike Booth and Trish for a well organised and enjoyable morning.
On a rain-swept evening in late July, ten (fool?)-hardy souls came together
to take the worst that the mighty, fast-flowing River Nene could throw at
them - and all survived, more or less, intact. This was due in no small
part to the tidal navigators, who instructed us in the ways of the fast and
furious flume.
Your correspondent was naively surprised to quickly discover how quickly
a person can become soaked from head to toe on a raft (he was expecting,
perhaps, a little water in the face, but not much more). So when our
tutors invited us to make a splash in the water, by jumping into the Northampton
Niagara, there was not much on him to get wet. Thus he, and most of
the brave band of brothers and sisters jumped (dived?) into the raging torrents.
Luckily, the only casualties recorded were to the members’ sense of dignity.
Finally, a wet - but welcome - evening ended with a “splashing time being
had by all!”.
The gang arrived at the venue slightly late, a mix-up with Nigel so I understand.
He had arrived at the venue early and now was missing, but he soon turned
up. With 16 of us divided in to two teams, a leisurely ten miles cycle ride
round the reservoir was the first event. Peta and Grace where not going cycling,
Pauline had a go and changed her mind. I think she was feeling out of sorts
the whole day. Sandy fell off her bike, injured her leg but carried on. She’s
a game girl! I came first at the cycling but that’s more to do with my lack
of sociability than my prowess on two wheels.
Then on to the canoes. Two persons to each canoe; we helped each other to
carry the canoes to the water. When all the canoes where in place it was
ready, steady, go. A short but challenging course with technique beating
brawn. I never did see the out-come of the race as Sandy went of to get changed
after being dragged out of the water coughing and spluttering when our canoe
capsized “I hope that’s it!” said Sandy. “The dishwater packed up and
tripped out the electric this morning. I fell off the bike and now this.”
It was then I told her that the electronic key to the car was in my pocket
when I fell in the drink and would not work (water on the brain). Lucky it
still opens the old-fashioned way.
After lunch sailing was the thing. With Captain Keith at the helm we set
sail for deeper water where we all had a turn (if we wanted to) at controlling
the boat. Then the race was on, three laps of the tri-angular course it was
great fun although we lost miserably, but I learnt a lot and it won’t be
so easy the next time! Now for the last event, raft building. We had
determination in our heart and fire in our eyes as we constructed our raft
together. Then into the water: two laps of the course was required, four
team members aboard each time. What a performance, we where victorious.
Red team eat our wake! It was a brilliant day but your body suffers the next
day. It’s great to be alive!
It was a lovely day, the sun was shining and there was a gentle wind. I
start this day forgetting the most important items: my changes of clothes.
Never mind Jon would lend me his shorts and a spare shirt. I was looking
forward to the cycle ride around the lake as I had already had a practise
cycle ride to Poddington the previous Sunday. This was possibly the
start of the problem. The cycles were all chosen and we were all feeling
great and off we were to go. Thought “I’m clever” and turned the cycle
round - ooops! it went one way and I fell over it. Still apart from
feeling silly we set off quite smoothly. We stopped a couple of times
and the guide rallied us together. We gradually thinned out riding
round the rest of the lake. Great I managed not to fall in the hedge
when a fellow cyclist went past and I did see Jon occasionally in the distance
marking the way, so I surprised myself and did not get lost. Arrived
back quite elated but had to repair the wound which looked far worse than
it was.
Remember my first line. The next challenge was the canoeing.
I always wanted to go canoeing. Great! We were set a course and
a challenge but the wind, the weather or by sheer bad luck whatever - I had
the first experience of paddling a canoe and of being tipped over into the
water head first. I only wanted to be rescued as I had never experienced
that before. When I caught my breath I was hauled out of the water.
I believe we were having a noisy discussion on who was supposed to steer
the craft and the captain went in with the ship. I felt very cold as
though someone had filled the lake with ice cubes so went for a cup of warming
tea and a biscuit.
Next was the sailing, I had another set of clothes on hopefully I would
not be in the water this time. Peta was an experienced sailor and managed
the sails with great care as we were to win this race. I did my usual,
hindering as much as possible but trying to help. The captain, Keith, had
said that the crew were there to keep him dry. How come Jon managed
to be at the helm when the waves were heading towards me? Did he not
want to get wet!!!!!!!!. The captain was very good and everyone who wanted
to had a chance to steer. (Not sure that is the correct terminology
I only know mermaid talk when it comes to water as I seem to be in it or
wearing it such a lot today.) Oh no! I think I would have been dryer
in the lake than trying to sail on it. Next time I will try the helm
and not feel a coward to move in the boat. Great - I was only partially
wet this time and need not change. We won by default whatever the other
team said. Hurrah!!
Last was the big challenge: could we make a raft and paddle it to the boat
and back twice so all the team had fun when it fell apart? NO! This
would not happen! I would not get soaked again! Wet suits were the
order of the day and I would not freeze. We had four barrels, four
long poles and two short poles and as much rope as we needed. This
was team building at its best. All together the rafts were built and
looked very sturdy. I am coward to the last and jumped on the first
run just in case!!!!!!!!!!!! But never fear, the trusty craft took
us to the boat and back twice and we carried it up the bank, took it apart
and packed it away. What a great day!
I was tired, dry, warm and hungry when I was thinking on the way home what
fun it had been with friends who I hope had enjoyed the day as me.
Thanks to the organisers of this lovely day.
Although the weather did not look too promising over 40 of us decided to
venture forth for the fireworks festival at Stanford Hall. Behind the
scenes and before the main throng of the visitors arrived a small team assisted
me in erecting my gazebo. Talk about the blind leading the blind! After
much deliberation and moving about of poles into different positions, finally
the frame was assembled and the roof fitted. At this point existing
team had had enough and fortunately the arrival of team 2 (in the guise of
Paul & co) enabled us to complete the project with the rain having very
thoughtfully held off throughout the whole process. People and food
were now arriving in great abundance (especially the food!!) and everyone
settled down to eat drink and be merry. Once daylight had disappeared
the fireworks began with a short technical display of different types of
fireworks and then the competition got underway. The displays from
the 4 teams (all set to music) were magnificent and words, oohs! – aahs! –
and wows! cannot describe the size, colours and splendour of the whole thing.
From comments made to yours truly, and a bit of getting into the mood
with some dancing, everyone had enjoyed the evening. Finally, it was
time to depart with only the daunting task of disassembling the gazebo (in
total darkness). My grateful thanks to all who helped me (unfortunately as
it was dark – only one or two faces were recognised) but I couldn’t have
done it without you guys. Unbelievably only one screw was lost in the
whole operation! Well done to all helpers. Finally after about
four attempts, all was stuffed into my car, along with my 3 passengers and
of we went into the night from whence we came – tired but happy.
Sunday 14th August, weather not too good. Will we get the all clear
to fly? 9am: no phone call from Graham so I guess we must be off to
the back of beyond for my first ever flight in a Microlight. A map
was provided so Sackville Farm Airfield was not too difficult to find although
when we arrived Ann and I did wonder where everyone else had got to.
We should have known they would be in the Club house brewing up.
The wind seemed very strong to all 50+ Adventurers but there they were,
two fixed-wing Microlights being prepared for takeoff. Time for a cup
of tea first and lots of time for any pre-flight nerves to be settled by
some idle chatter, talk of crashes and survival rates quickly being brushed
over. Time now for the first two brave volunteers to step forward.
Not too many willing to take the plunge first off considering there were
a few here that had done this before. First two up and it looks a bit
bumpy up there from below but they report back safely and comment on how
quickly their 15 minutes went. All too soon it was my turn and excitement
took over from nerves. The flight was great, terrific views over the
countryside Rushden way, and beyond and no time to notice the turbulence.
There were a few squally showers during the day and the last few flights
were delayed by the wind and rain but all 12 of us had good flights and picked
up our certificates afterwards to remind us of our airborne adventure.
What an amazing adventure! Winding our way upwards and downwards –
left then right, then left again, and again, and then, yes….we were back where
we started. What? You’ve guessed it, the venue was in Milton
Keynes – a place that you either understand – or you don’t. So no surprises,
we arrived a little late but no problems, they’ve only been going through
the safety check – the race hasn’t started yet – all I have to do is find
a helmet that fits (snugly) and join a team. I’m in the kart and some
nice chap is making sure I can reach the pedals with a jumper for a back cushion
– and I’m off. Yipee! This is absolutely fantastic – racing down
the straights of the ice rink, heading for the corner and I’m steering strongly
round the bend but, oh dear…what was that safety check I missed? Where
is the brake – whoops, no you don’t use the brake on the bend. Oh never
mind, I’ll just go round in a circle while I get a panoramic view of the
circuit. Right, I’m off. Only a practice round he said – no sweat
then – but I do need to find out how well this kart can manoeuvre on the
ice. Hey, wait a minute there is someone in my way. She is not
going fast enough and I dare not brake again – this is not a roundabout.
Oh dear, what to do? I’ll just have to accelerate and get past her – no room
for indecision now – just go for it – here goes!!! Yikes, what was that?
I heard an ear piercing scream and a wail as I passed – what did I do wrong?
Oooops! It was just a practice round and overtaking was not allowed, and
Peta (my opponent) received a heart racing surprise. Suitably admonished
I watched the rest of the team complete circuits with the two teams in competition.
No holds barred now, each member went for gold, spinning and pirouetting
with flair and determination. I’d like to think we could do better
on land but I’m not convinced! My team managed to speed the karts round
the track with great entertainment, much fun and amazingly, winning style.
I was the last to complete a circuit and pulled into the pit only to find
a flag thrust into my hand. Triumphantly I was privileged to drive
once more round the track on a ‘lap of honour’. What an absolute thrill.
Many thanks to the organiser for a splendid, memorable evening.
The First Evening (article by Jim Bennison)On my previous visits to Longtown after the evening meal
it was into the minibuses and off climbing some mountain in the dark,
but not this time. We were issued with our “wellies” (don’t
forget their number) split into two groups and clambered down to
the bottom field in the dark. Our group spent the next
hour and a bit accepting and overcoming “challenges” on the small
ropes course. We traversed poles, clambered up rope ladders, crawled
through dark tunnels greatly helped and encouraged by other
members of our team. It was then time to climb back up the
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Gorge Walking (article by John Gouldson)Having received the kit list from Pauline, I set about making
sure I had just about every weather eventuality covered. Thankfully
50+ had once again ordered the sun god to shine on us all weekend. |
Canoeing on the Wye (article by John West)Meanwhile another group of 5 adventurers helped load Canadian
Canoes and headed east to the river Wye, north of Symonds Yat, with
their instructors Mike and Tom. While Mike drove the minibus and
trailer downstream to our pick-up point - and then ran the 3 miles
back! – we carefully stowed tops and packed lunches into
watertight drums. They had originally been used to ship Bengal Hot
Chutney from India. Would they survive the river test? |
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Sunday (article by Joy King)Sunday morning and the sun greets us. Already the
group had accomplished so much and I was really looking forward to
the high wires. Zip wire first, instructed and harnessed up
I have a nervous moment looking down then, whoosh, I am off flying
through the air transported back to childhood. Elated I run
back up the hill for another turn. Next the climbing
wall. Can I really do this? Encouraged I climb to the top and
abseil down eager for a repeat performance. Wow – John and
Paul are climbing the wall blindfolded (no – not because they are
scared, they just love a challenge) |
Wrap-up (opinion of John West)
So how did our adventurers rate this far outpost of the Northamptonshire
County Council?
| Location of Centre |
Kirstie and Phil would approve [“Location, Location, Location” presenters
on Ch4 for the uninitiated!] |
| Accommodation |
When did you last sleep in a bunk bed? |
| Food |
Ugh! Do they really feed this stuff to
our children? [Aw John, it wasn’t that
bad!!!] |
| Staff |
Organised, safety conscious and always
supportive of our efforts [Hear, hear say
all Club members] |
| Location of activities |
Fantastic – wild and beautiful |
| In summary |
A tremendous facility for Northamptonshire
and a great use of your Council Tax money |
On a damp drizzly Sunday morning 11 ‘brave men (and women) and true’ met
in the Northamptonshire village of Harpole ready to brave the elements.
Everyone had made sterling efforts with their outfits in order to enter into
the spirit of the weekend. Last minute adjustments were made using
balls of string and more straw to make sure that no one felt underdressed.
Off we trudged into the village causing much amusement amongst the organisers
and locals as all their scarecrows were firmly fixed to the ground.
We passed many houses with ingenious visitors ranging from Humpty Dumpty
to bodies in coffins displayed on their front lawns and walls. After
a short while we turned onto a local footpath and made our way out of the
village, across the sheep fields (watching carefully where we trod due to
the laxatives obviously now being fed to the local livestock). We were
a great success with the bird population as not one attempted to land on
us or eat any crops that we came near!!
At the end of a pleasant couple or miles stroll through the country we returned
through the drizzle to adjourn to the Bull to meet friends for a lunchtime
drink and snack. Following lunch, another couple of hours were spent
admiring the efforts in the remainder of the village. Much wonderment
was expressed at the inventiveness of people - would you have thought to
make your personal scarecrow as a couple of belly dancers with camels and
pyramid?
Thanks to Linda for coordinating a very pleasant expedition and a most interesting
experience.
With trepidation I turned up at Grendon Lakes on an overcast cool September
afternoon, wondering indeed what I had let myself in for.
When we were all assembled it was off to get changed into our wetsuits (another
first for me), I was a bit concerned that I was given the short-legged, no
sleeves variety and thought that if I don’t drown first the hypothermia would
be sure to get me. Cecil, Val, Sue, Tony, Keith, Pauline and I were
then lined up in our wetsuits and mandatory life jackets ready for the action
to commence.
Keith set the pace and certainly impressed us all by finding his feet and
staying on them for considerable distances and even managed to go round corners.
Then it was my turn, in the boat, skis on, off the back of the boat, in the
water and then the trouble started, no matter how hard I tried I could not
keep the two skis pointing skyward. I either keeled over to one side
or the other or turned around with my back to the boat, eventually I was
in the right position for take off and managed to raise myself out of the
water for half a second before flying forward on to my face but hanging on
to the rope for dear life before realising that was not a good idea and eventually
let go. I tried once more and then gracefully retired. Tony followed
and seemed to be having the same problems as me but was slightly more successful.
Val’s turn next and she was certainly more proficient at getting into the
starting position but it ended up that Keith was the star skier.
Then it was the turn of the ‘ringos’ – large inflatable rings that you sat
in, gripped the handles and hung on whilst being flung side to side, up and
down at speed round the lake. Keith again was first, held on and returned
safe and sound. Me next, asking the driver not to go so far or fast,
not sure that he heard me though. I hung on and survived, very exhilarating
(when it was over). Tony next, the first to be flung out at speed but managed
to climb back on board and continue. The next to be bounced out was Sue with
Val and Cecil both managing to stay onboard for their trip.
A very enjoyable Sunday afternoon! The hypothermia? I didn’t
have time to think about that!
On 1st October, some 43 determined adventurers boarded a coach at the Pemberton
Centre, and rode off to Harwich. And what a good idea the coach was! Many
thanks Peta. At Harwich our transport of delight awaited us and off we went
for about 8 hours, calling at Clacton, Southend and Tilbury. When I last
boarded the Waverley it was to go down the Clyde when 1 was a boy so there
was some personal nostalgia.
There was a decent sea running but the shape and design of the steamer made
light of this; Waverley is the last sea-going paddle steamer in the world
and was built in 1948, but still made good speed. Her timetable speed is
14-15 knots, but she can make 17 if pushed, so the Purser told me. On deck
there was a good stiff breeze and lots of sun and most of us settled down
to being real pseudo-sailors.
Eventually we entered the Thames estuary, with a necessary reduction in
speed as there was a good deal of shipping about, and headed up to Tower
Bridge. On the way we passed a lot of famous sights including the London
Eye, and the comparison between the elegant slender structure of the Eye
and the grim, thick construction of the Tower was quite something. For me,
though, the evening sun reflecting from Canary Wharf was marvellous. Tower
Bridge opened for us, but I did not see this as by then it was raining and
I was in the saloon - but it was special for the hardy souls on deck.
There was a very good commentary from the knowledgeable master throughout
the trip, but the PA system was very faint so that most of the commentary
was difficult to hear, which I thought a great pity. Just before Tower
Bridge, I did see what may be the Waverley's sister ship, the Queen Mary.
I remember her on the Clyde when she was called Queen Mary 11, as there was
another, larger vessel of the same name! I never found out which came first.
After we left the ship, we looked for and found Mary Poppins (or anyway
her umbrella - well done again Peta) and climbed on to the coach again for
the return to Rushden. Did I say the coach was a good idea? It was really
a terrific idea. I, for one, was very tired at the end of the trip, and would
not have liked to drive from Harwich to Rushden. The coach seemed full of
somnolent sailors, so I was not the only one. This was my first long
activity with the Club, and I thoroughly enjoyed myself, as did my guest.
Many thanks to all the organisers for a fine piece of work.
“We must be mad!” I remember thinking as my wife and I turned up to our
first event of the 50+ Adventure Club. I know we wanted adventure, and I
had heard of someone before dancing with wolves (but only in Hollywood) but
I had never heard of anyone doing what we were planning to do: walking with
wolves?
Arriving early, we had a quick round of friendly introductions from the
other 7 members of the Adventure Club, some still hazy from the previous
day's Thames river boat trip. Our welcome talk from Chris on a cold but beautifully
clear Sunday morning at the secret location outside Bedford, served only
to heighten our anticipation of meeting "The Boys". Although the 14-point
safety checklist of do's and don'ts had already come through the post, described
as 100 lb top-rank predators, the alpha male Cheza (Swahili for Playful)and
his brother Peyto (named after a wolf’s head-shaped lake in Canada) did not
disappoint. We had to approach their compound in groups of 3 or 4 so as not
to appear as territorial invaders and we had to avoid the one metre pee-spraying
radius through the thick wire mesh of the compound. Close to the animals
were sleek, powerful and beautiful. Hard to imagine there are only some 150,000
left in the wild.
With Sefka, a two and a half year old Canadian grey wolf pacing in the background
in a separate area where she was still acclimatising after her arrival only
two weeks earlier, Philip the Chairman of the Anglian Wolf Society gave us
a fascinating talk. He described how the two male cubs had been acquired
in 2001 at only 10 days old before their eyes opened so that humans would
be the first things they would see thereby overcoming the wolf’s innate fear
of human beings. Hand-reared, the two male wolves looked bouncing with
health and enjoying the
environment provided for them by AWS. Even now, however, the appearance
of an arthritic Alsatian whom the wolves think of as their alpha mother,
can reduce them to cowering wrecks. Suddenly it was time for the handlers
to fit chain leashes to "The Boys" and then we were off through the surrounding
countryside, privileged to be walking alongside (and sometimes disconcertingly
directly in front of the two wolves.
Meanwhile poor Selka protested noisily at being left behind since she is
not yet fully leash-trained (although with each wolf having the same pulling
power as a full husky dog-sled team of 6, it would be no competition with
the handler if either of the wolves had decided to go ......
All too soon it was back to the compound for a welcome cup of hot tea and
a final chance to say farewell to three of the finest animals I have ever
met. Thank you so much, Pam for organising this “walk on the wild side” for
us. The experience will certainly stay with us for a long while to come.
| Do not forsake me O my Conker On this our Conker day, Do not forsake me O my Conker Hang, hang about. The noonday start will bring Conker Killer If I’m a man I must be brave And I must face that Conker killer Or live a coward, a craven coward, Or be as a coward all my life. O to be torn ‘twixt contest and duty! S’posin’ he breaks my shiny brown beauty! Look at that big hand swing that nut! The contest’s so soon. |
I made a vow ‘while in the club’, Vow’d it would be my Conker, or the pub! I’m not afraid of Conker death but O, What will I do if he breaks you? Do not forsake me O my Conker I made a promise to be strong, Do not forsake me O my Conker Although I’m grievin’ I’m never leavin’ Until I smash his Conker dead. |
Four brave club members rose to the Conker challenge at Ashton Northants
on Sunday 9th October 2005. Alone in deadly combat and without warning
three club members took early heavy collateral damage resulting in their termination
of their world championship hopes. (For all you armchair Non-Conker
athletes; they got knocked out the first round.)
Cecil’s rigorous six month training regime of strict diet, half marathons
and personal massage (sorry Cecil I can’t keep this a secret from anyone
any longer) paid excellent dividends and he made it to the 4th round only
to be knocked out by a failed semi-finalist whose trademark was ‘I take no
prisoners’.
Cecil came so close to glory on that fateful ‘Sunday High Noon’ in Ashton
and in years to come the 50 plus legend may refer to him as the man not to
tangle with when he has his nuts on a string!
There was slight mist over the reservoir as the 16 cyclists met at 10-30
a.m. for the start of the cycle ride. 4 of the 16 chose to walk around the
reservoir instead of ride and so the 12 set off on their own bikes at the
sun started to break through the mist. There was brave talk about doing the
71/2-mile circuit twice but that proved just to be an optimistic dream.
The pace was easy, the scenery majestic (like a Scottish Highland Loch without
the mountains) and the sun shone on a very pleasant and rewarding cycle ride.
We completed the ride by 12 noon (walkers still going strong) and then it
was off to the Griffin Inn for a drink and very enjoyable Sunday lunch.
We all enjoyed a lovely Sunday morning cycle ride (or walk), well worth doing
again and £30 was raised for charity.
The Cradle of the Industrial Revolution in Britain; Entrepreneurs and Experimenters;
Iron works; The largest china factory in the world; Innovative blast furnaces
……smoke, dust, grime and heat. Bedlam!.......... Just the place for the latest
50+ Adventure.
Now a beautiful gorge where the River Severn flows through the autumn tinted
woodland, it is hard to imagine the sweat and toil of the workers here in
the late 1700’s and early 1800’s. Workers hardly ever saw the sun because
the pall of smoke which blackened the whole valley. They certainly had no
Health and Safety Executive with life expectancy was 39…. So no scope for
our club there!
Saturday morning began for the 28 of us with a visit to The Coalport China Museum.
Here we met up with our guide, Victoria, who was well informed and very enthusiastic
about the locality. John Rose a china manufacturer and benefactor set up
his business here in 1795. It was an experimental business became very
successful. It was the largest china manufactory in the world.
Victoria was an excellent guide and we learned of the processes by which
Coalport bone china was made and the various occupations. The men were
employed as technical production line workers, the boys as porters carrying
china to the kilns. Young girls painted the wares….…and the women got the
dirty smelly work. They scraped the remains of meat from the cow bones which
were used in the china making process when ground down to a powder. They
had an interesting sideline… they were allowed to keep the maggots they found
to sell on to fishermen. One of the most important workers was the
fireman who was responsible for the firing process. He had to judge temperatures
by experience….his job was critical because the entire work force were only
paid for saleable products. Complicated patterns such as Indian Tree took
7 firings as each colour of glaze needed different temperature to develop
so colours were built up one by one. Thus one mistake would be a disaster.
Paul may be an impostor since he can lay no claim to having senior moments!
He amazingly recalled the following facts:
• Each of the 6 kilns held
• 70,000 pieces of china and
• used 15 tons of coal
• in the six day process
• which was carried out by a team of six men.
Victoria’s talk was fascinating. Illusions were shattered about the
Willow Pattern and its legend: not Japanese at all, the pattern was invented
at Coalport. We learned the origins of “breaking the mould” and “to
put a sock in it”. The first referred to the practice at the end of
a run the master mould would be broken when a limited edition was being made.
The second saying related to the men who filled the kilns. As the 6
kilns were never idle, they never truly cooled down in the 6 day cycle of
production (2 days to load, 2 days to cook and 2 days to empty). The workers
would wrap old clothes and socks around their limbs to protect themselves
from burns. A person grumbling about the heat would literally be told to
“put a sock in it”. And then there was the critical task of being a
“sagger maker’s bottom knocker”. The “sagger” is a clay mould which
holds the china whilst it is in the kiln. This mould must be tightly
fitted otherwise smoke will ruin the china during the firing. Saggers
are stacked upon each other within the kiln so the base of the sagger (its
bottom!) must be very strong and tightly fitting on the underneath sagger
to ensure that there are no disasters in the kiln whilst firing takes place.
We walked along the canal to view the Hay Inclined plane where barges had
once been lowered down the hillside. An ingenious process of counter-balancing
where the full, heavier container automatically brought up the lighter, empty
container - all built in the 1792 and did the equivalent work of 27 locks!
Next we walked into the tar tunnel where bitumen seepage had been discovered
whilst the construction work was in progress. It was here that we left Victoria
but all agreed that she had made our visit lively and instructive.
Then on to Ironbridge
to view the first ever iron bridge which was cast in Abraham Darby’s Iron
Works. Interestingly, Victoria had told us that the original bridge
had had dovetailed joins such as a carpenter would have made in wood. The
bridge has since been bolted together. After lunch we visited The Gorge Museum where
we learned that the locality had been very favourable one for the start of
the industrialisation because it had natural resources such as coal, iron
ore and lime and the River Severn which could be used for sailing ships bringing
other materials and carrying away finished products the 100 or so miles downstream
to Bristol and the sea. This was a fascinating start to our weekend
and we would like to thank Mike and Tricia for all the work which they have
put in to make it such a successful event.
Under Ghostly Gaslight, 27 Club members stood, in various ghoulish costumes!
“Is that you, Jim?” I asked? It was - behind a particularly scary mask.
We hardly recognised each other once we were all assembled in a variety of
mummy’s costumes, witches hats, and ugly faces (well, we recognised most
of them - no real change!). Never before in the history of Coalport YHA
had such a weird assembly sat down to a bangers-and-mash evening meal.
Before we started out, Linda Vickerman had to give Pauline a lesson on how
to ride her broomstick as Pauline had the twigs at the front but we thought
it prudent not press Linda on how she was an expert on broomstick travel
in case she was also an expert on spell-casting. Pam’s costume was enhanced
by a limp which was not faked, and she was stopped on several occasions by
brave children who asked to have their picture taken with her!
As we paraded down Bilsts
Hill Victorian Town, we found we were in good company for an evening’s
haunting activities. The Victorian street had demonstrations how the
dentist pulled teeth before anaesthetics, doctors treated unmentionable diseases
with VERY LARGE syringes and how candles were made - very smelly it was too!
We pressed our noses against the sweet shop to look for pear drops (do you
remember those?) and tried roasted chestnuts. Lyn Bennison (hereinafter
known as Lyn “Flintoff” Bennison) also won 2 coconuts on the shy. After
the fireworks, we departed for the hostel and a trip to the pub - haunting
is very thirsty work!
Sunday dawned damp and miserable but the 50+ gang were eager to continue
their investigation into the importance of this area to the industrial revolution.
The Museum of Iron
was well set out and gave us loads of information to digest. As early
as 1545 simple furnaces ‘bloomeries’ fired with charcoal, produced small
balls of a spongy iron or ‘blooms’ but once the use of coke was developed
by Abraham Darby, Coalbrookdale quickly became famous for its cast
and wrought iron. In 1815 after the Napoleonic wars, there was a slump, as
the depression began. Then Francis Darby, who had great taste and loved high
art, began specialising in fine art casting and by the 1851 Great Exhibition
at Crystal Palace, it was the largest foundry in the world, with an output
of 2000 tons a week and about 3000 employees.
The display upstairs of small intricate caste plates to a huge decorative
table was particularly fascinating – pots that we could barely lift empty
and of course the very familiar Aga cooker still made in the region today.
The Darby houses built for the ‘iron master and family’ gave us an insight
into their home lives. Though Quakers, they had a busy social life, travelled
widely and had a far less simple lifestyle than anticipated, but their Quaker
values were seen in the way they cared for their employees. At the
time of our visit a Quaker meeting was in progress in an adjacent house.
No computers but some very clever imaginative and hard working people made
this valley important. It was good to see their efforts brought to life again.
On a frosty November evening 17 intrepid adventurers sought refuge in the
‘Grape Ideas’ wine shop in Thrapston.
We were enthusiastically greeted by Mark, a partner in the business, with
a glass of sparkling Australian wine. Then onto four other white wines from
across the globe including France and Argentina. There was much sipping,
slurping and discussion of the flavours and Mark had provided wonderful nibbles
of Olives, Cheeses, Pâté and biscuits, so there was no reason
for anyone to keel over!
Mark was extremely knowledgeable and answered all our questions. He introduced
a Quiz before moving on to his selection of red wines starting with the newly
arrived Beaujolais Nouveau and a delightful Grenache from the Barossa valley,
finishing with three other wines from Australia and France. He rounded
off the evening by testing our wine knowledge with the answers to the Quiz,
won by Diane with assistance from her very able team – the prize; a bottle
of sparkling Angas Brut. Did you know that the bug that can decimate grape
vines is called Phylloxera?
At the end of the evening we were able to purchase wines at very good prices
so the shop is well worth a visit at 7 Midland Road, Thrapston. Thank you
Linda for organising a splendid evening.
“Fly like a bird” – that’s how I felt as I launched myself into the blast.
I had seen people body-flying on television and it looked great fun, so
I squashed my natural fear of heights and determined to have a go.
Throughout the mission to get there following map and instructions, and being
admitted through the security gate at Yarls Wood Detention Centre, my fears
stayed squashed successfully until I stood beneath the tall, cylindrical
tower and craned my neck to gaze up at the top. It looked so vertigo-inducingly
high from below, and I knew that it would look at least that bad looking
down as I lay on a cushion of air. Even if that blast was theoretically
sufficient to support me and I kept my eyes tightly closed, I would know
that there wasn’t really anything under me – not to mention power-cuts.
So I climbed the stairs in great trepidation.
Fortunately, the Reception lounge-area had close-circuit TV and we could
watch other punters performing in the chamber. I could see that there
was a grid across the chasm and I couldn’t fall through! So I waited
in growing excitement until it was the turn of our group of eight to go for
our safety briefing. Here we were encouraged to fold our bodies backwards
into the shape of a badminton shuttlecock – only really feasible for those
who had practised yoga – in order to fly. We dressed in the posey aerodynamic
body suits, goggles, helmets and essential ear-plugs before awaiting our
turn for the blast.
At last my turn came. I stood on the threshold, feeling the blast
in front of me and then stepped forward and horizontally. What a thrill
it was! The noise and the force of the wind were ignored as I relaxed
in the feeling of floating. A history of back-problems meant that I
wasn’t prepared to invert myself properly, so I didn’t fly as well as many
of the others, but I enjoyed every minute.
Our two 3-minute flying sessions were only an introduction, so we weren’t
skilled enough to tackle formation-flying and this was a disappointment,
but every skill has to be learned. Did I enjoy it? Yes, definitely.
Would I go again? No. I love water; swimming and floating are
my ideal environments, so I would rather go diving than flying - but that
is only personal choice.
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