| The theme for annual dinner was “The 60s” and it
was interesting to see how many of us had kept (and could
still wear!) 1960s clothes. We were treated to the
most amazing spectacle of how Cecil looked with hair in the 1960s
- long and dark, complete with a band and flower; T-shirt with
appropriate slogan and very fancy jeans (enhanced by pink
polka dot inserts) which were so tight that the medical equipment
provided by Christine could not go down them! For those of
you who were not there - our lips are sealed! It was
interesting to see the competitive spirit with which some played
Musical Chairs and how many could answer quiz questions on the 1960s.
I think it is something to do with being able to remember events
long past better than yesterday. John and Pauline are clearly
fans of “Come Dancing” and treated us to an excellent demonstration
of rock’n’roll. Where did they get the puff from?
Energy I mean! Peace man, peace! |
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Another successful ten pin bowling evening at Wellingborough.
It was good to see new faces there. About 30 of us turned up
- I was late because I had to attend a meeting first. The bowling
session was half way through when I eventually arrived and thought that
I wouldn’t get a game. To my rescue came Pauline. She had
hurt her finger and didn’t want to continue so I became Pauline for the
rest of the evening. I hope it doesn’t become a habit!! Not
sure who won but I bet it was Doug again. [Actually, Doug let
a guest win this year: Richard Amos Ed!] We were all having an enjoyable
time and it was after 10 o’clock before we sat down to enjoy a buffet meal.
There we were, some with cowboy hats and neckerchiefs taking
lessons in line dancing. In no time at all, to the sound of Shania
Twain, and with a heel, heel, and a toe, toe, a scuff here and a grapevine
there, we were away. It must have looked hilarious to onlookers
because we were all over the place. Some were going left instead of right
and vice versa, quick shuffles were needed to catch up and some ended
the dance facing the wrong way. The look of concentration on each face
was amazing.
During the well needed break there was a special raffle where
everyone got a prize! Then it was back to business. This time
there was a bit more fun as people relaxed into it. As we went through
more routines we realised that the secret was to stop worrying about what
our feet were doing and just go with the flow and enjoy. That is precisely
what we did – enjoyed it!
This was our first adventure with the club and we both enjoyed
it very much. We met at the Pemberton Centre and gave Dave and
Cecil a lift. Since we were not too familiar with the route we followed
Peta to the centre at Milton Keynes. Well, that journey was almost as
harrowing as the slopes. We were careering down the roads, full steam
ahead all the way and I was amazed to hear Dave say “Peta's driving seems
to have calmed down!” I thought he was joking but he was perfectly serious.
Anyway we did arrive safely (and in record time for us anyway) ready
and fit for our next adventure.
We met everyone inside, got our kit on and after a small
instruction and safety talk we were lead to the slopes where the fun
began. Of course we had to get up the slope before we could slide
down and I noticed that most of the party were fairly fit (I decided that
I would have to start keep fit classes if I was going to keep up with
everyone). However I did manage to get in four runs down the slopes and
had a great time doing it. There was racing, lots of falling and
tumbling, crashing into the safety net at the bottom of the slope where
Peta bravely risked life and limb for a few shots of our heroic team.
Hearing the squeals and laughter it was obvious that all were having a
great time. Our time seemed to go very quickly and most were reluctant
to finish.
After we changed we enjoyed a hot meal in the cafe where
we recounted our adventures. Tom and I had a wonderful night and look
forward to many more with the club.
Despite a forecast of heavy snow, twelve stalwarts turned
up at the Irchester Country Park for a morning of Orienteering. Not
knowing quite what to expect I was somewhat relieved to find that the
map provided had all the points already marked on it and so I could
keep my compass in my pocket.
We split into teams of 3 and 4 and we were off, dashing to
Point Number 1. The running lasted about 100 yards and then settled
back into a good walking pace. The team I was in seemed to be doing
rather well. Two Points were “off-limits” due to tree-felling, but our
little green scorecard was quickly filling with the answers read from
the backs of the red and white topped posts which marked the Points. That
is until we came to Point 18….
Twenty fruitless minutes later after marching up and down
four-metre high ridges covered with trees, we convinced ourselves it
was time to move on empty-handed. Nevertheless, the rest of our scorecard
completed we headed at breakneck speed (well, I nice amble, actually….)
back to the finishing line in the car-park. We were greeted by Grace with
welcome chocolate bars and the knowledge that we had finished first.
It was a long wait before the other teams finally checked
in but everyone seemed to have had as good a time as we had. And
no, there was no Point 18 – it had vanished. And the winner? Well, sadly
it wasn’t us despite finishing first. We hadn’t thought to turn over
the card where there were another twelve Points to find. Ah, well. We
had to settle for the Booby Prize while the Patagonian Panthers (Dennis,
John, Caroline and Helen) basked in triumph as the winners.
Thank you, Grace for a very enjoyable morning – and I hope
someone has found Point 18…… Perhaps the photo above might explain
some of the mystery.
20 members went Go-Karting on Saturday 18 March in Northampton.
Being the new member, the task of writing up the event was given to
me – so forgive me if I don’t remember everyone’s names. After a few
heats, it soon became apparent it’s not the taking part, it’s the winning
that counts. At the end of twenty heats, Nigel Cross emerged as leader
with 40 points, myself and Mick Cook in joint second on 38 points and Graham
Mason third on 35 points. The knock out stages changed the picture though
and the ultimate winners were Nigel Cross in first place, second was Brian
Douglas and Tony Kightley in third place. Not surprisingly Nigel Cross
also achieved the fastest lap times (30.63 seconds) and apparently was last
year’s winner as well. The winners were presented with trophies but despite
standing close to the rostrum we didn’t get sprayed with champagne!!!
On arrival at remote 'Armourgeddon' on a very cold April
morning we were welcomed with hot drinks. Once the entire 50+
group had arrived we were split into (A) Paintballers and (B) Tank drivers.
All 7 tank drivers got to dress up in ex-German tank overalls and helmets
with visors which helped us assume our roles for the morning. Having
separated into two teams of 4 and 3 we were ready for the off.
A series of huge mean heavy beasts awaited us. A safety drill
and briefing and the awesome APC 432 monsters of 17.5 tons of
metal were in our hands. After overcoming claustrophobia and nausea
in the tiny driving compartment, I suddenly became totally focussed particularly
when driving down a vertical slope (I had hoped to give my two crew members
some real mud slicks to contend with!). A mixture of emotions of
apprehensive tension, uncertainty and fright gave way to enthusiasm,
exhilaration and enjoyment. What a strong 3 man team we made when
faced with the challenge of paint ball targeting with the other team!
It gave a real sense of what it is like to work in a confined atmosphere
and to rely on your crew to work together.
A really exciting time was had by all and after a welcome
hot lunch we all agreed we had extended a few personal boundaries and
had immense fun. Thank you Tricia and Mike for your input and congratulations
on the birth of your grandchild at 2 am in the morning of our activity.
Loaded for action and dressed to kill - the day of mud, paint
and confusion began. There was fun and frolics in the woods as
mayhem and adrenaline commenced.
As a recruiting sergeant for real-life battle, the morning’s
experience of being splatted so easily and so quickly by enemy forces,
made this war correspondent definitely grateful that he is too old
to join the Army for real. In fact, since one of his first ‘wounds’
was in the groin, he will remember the day not so much as the “Battle
of the Little Big Horn” as “The Skirmish of the Bruised Bollock”.
Anyway, here’s to the next time!
Will we be at the meeting point by 7 am? Cats to feed,
washing to hand out: they promised us a good day. Yes!
We make it on time. Minibus arrives, boots, backpacks etc pile
in. Seat belts on and we are off. Pleasant drive, although
a little misty. Needed comfort stop (cappuccino) and we are back
on the M1 heading for Chesterfield and ultimately Hope.
At last we pull into a car park in Hope. Boots and
backpacks on, poles at the ready and the walk begins. Through
part of the pretty village, over a stile, through the mud and follow
the footpath upwards to Lose Hill. More stiles and plenty of mud!
The mist is still about us as we climb steadily to the top. People
tell us the view is magnificent. Eventually we arrive at the top
(476 metres). View? What view! We can only see mist.
Short break and we are off again across the ridge heading
for Hollis Cross: the mist had almost gone. Lunch at the top of
Mam Tor (517 metres), views magnificent. We descent towards Windy
Knoll and the sun greets us. Down through Winnets to Speedwell
Cavern and on into Castleton.
The group split at this point, some going to Peak Cavern,
others enjoying the quaint village bathed in sunshine, whilst others
seek hostelries and tearooms. After 2 hours, we meet up again to
enjoy the last part of the ramble along Peakshole water and back to Hope.
After a short break, Dennis takes the wheel once more and
drives us safely back to Kettering. A wonderful day enjoyed by
all; excellent company and a big “thank you” to Jane and Dennis Tromans
who made it all possible.
Around 25 people met at Bletchley station for what turned
out a thoroughly enjoyable day. Our organiser, Pam Tomalin, had cleverly
worked out we could park our cars for free in the British Rail car park,
instead of paying £5 inside Bletchley Park. For those who have
not visited before, there is much more to this former WWII “spy” centre
than is apparent. Thanks to Pam’s organisation, we had a guided tour around
the displays and buildings during which we learned:
There were many other features on our tour including a Winston
Churchill collection, a 1940’s Post Office, and a Toy Collection. They
are clearly very keen on more visitor numbers in order to contribute
to the upkeep of the buildings. Go on a Saturday and park in their car
park. Go on a Sunday and park in British Rail car park for free!
It was a fine evening for a stroll around Kettering.
There were many clever clues set around an interesting route; more
challenging for some than others, who didn’t know the difference between
a toilet and a Tardis! We returned to fish and chips and drinks
at Paulines. It was a very close result with one or two dissenters
on various clues but the adjudicators decisions were upheld.
Thanks for an enjoyable evening. <Anyone volunteering
for the 2007 Street Rally please see a committee member. Ed>
So there I was, perched on the top of a telegraph pole. Birds
were flying around below me. My head was amongst tree branches. Voices
from beneath were shouting “1 - 2 - 3 JUMP.”
How had it come to this? A few weeks previously, the 50+ newsletter
had arrived. I read it quickly, filled in a couple of the reply slips and
sent them off. On Saturday morning, 6th May, I left home for the activity
titled ‘Grendon Ropes.’ I hadn’t really considered what it involved.
It was very warm and sunny. Our group of 12 gathered around
three red-shirted instructors (!) Safety helmets were issued (!!) A
large first aid bag appeared (!!!) We were then led to a spinney with
a pond and an island and commenced the named activities:
The Grapevine - a series of overhead hanging
ropes for support as you shuffle across a pole bridging the two banks.
The Postman’s Walk - another shuffle back over
the water.
The Lily Pads - a hanging rope between each lily
pad to swing yourself from the bank Tarzan-style, then pad to pad
- and the first dunking.
Hanging Tyres - more suspended ropes with old
tyres on the end. Very bouncy and above water. Stepping from tyre to
tyre, there was the constant risk of doing the splits and finishing up
in the water - possibly with one leg caught in a tyre – but
we all managed to get across.
Suspended Log and X-Wire - balanced walks above
a bed of stinging nettles.
The Cargo Net bridge - over the water with a
somersault in the middle.
The Y Walk - two parallel narrow logs above the
water. Take a partner and lean into each other to cross the bridge.
It’s best if couples are on speaking terms when they attempt this.
The Army Crawl - two parallel wires stretched
across the water about a metre apart upon which you laid and pulled
yourself from one side to the other. Tony definitely had the best technique
and managed to get across without a rest.
Balance Beam 1 - outstretched arms above ground.
Balance Beam 2 - outstretched arms above the water,
the faster the better.
Leap of Faith - See the first paragraph. Climb
up a telegraph pole, stand on top and throw yourself at a hanging
trapeze.
High Dive - climb up a tree – stand on a platform
- and leap (with a safety harness).
Surprisingly we didn’t need a first-aider but we did need
a drink in the pub across the road afterwards.
Looking anxiously at the sky after the previous night's thunderstorms,
Grace, Margaret and I set of from Kettering to take the country roads
to Green's Norton where we were meeting Peta, Linda, Jill and Louise
for either a drink or lunch. We decided we would have lunch there but
after a long and fruitless wait, had to ask for our money back or we would
be late.
On arriving at the farm we just had time to grab a quick
sandwich and put on our boots before it was time to meet the llamas.
We were put with another group of four and were first given a short
talk on the history and general nature of the animals. Mary (their owner
and champion) then explained how to lead the llamas and how to make sure
they knew we were the "boss" in the first twenty minutes, especially how
to stop them from trying to eat all the time!! The seven of us had three
animals to share - Spinach (Peta's favourite!), George and Nye. Off we
went with Spinach and Peta in the lead. I felt quite excited as this was
my first venture with the club and my first experience of llamas.
We went across fields, a little way on the road (where George
decided he was definitely NOT going to walk through the puddles!) and
into the woods, which were beautiful with carpets of bluebells and
primroses and the birds singing. Margaret commented on what a strange
sight it was to see llamas in an English woodland. It was a lovely leisurely
walk taking two hours altogether as we had to stop several times for
the animals to answer calls of nature!!
As we turned for home George decided that he wanted to be
in the lead. According to Mary he was making sure that we were going
home and not on day trek. After that some of the others also wanted to
push through to the front, which caused slight chaos, and Nye got quite
upset when he got left at the back. Eventually they sorted themselves
out into an order that suited them and we made our way back to the farm,
where we were met by the dog and the "girls" who all came to the fence
to see what was happening. The weather managed to stay fine (we even saw
a little bit of sun) and we had a lovely day. It was a great introduction
to the club for those of us on our first venture.
We met at the Pemberton Centre at 7.45, started the journey
in dry but dull weather but then the sky went quite grey and stayed
that way for the rest of the day with showers just enough to keep everyone
wet. On arrival, some people donned waterproof clothes and wellies
and off we went into an empty, boggy field with an open shelter.
Good news! There was a decent toilet which was a welcome sight
after 2 hours journey.
After we had been briefed on Hoverdays, we were split into 2
groups: my group went for Archery first taking cover under an open shelter
whilst waiting our turn. We went 3 at a time: the first 2 goes
were practice and I did quite well with several arrows landing in the
Gold. Then came the time to count our scores: what a disaster!
The arrows didn’t even know where the Gold was! I think 4 people
did well – Val scored 100 which was the top score over all and Cecil had
a score of 82 and was top of his group. So well done Val and Cecil.
Change over to Hovercraft. In our briefing we were
told that you are better if you carry a bit of weight, otherwise lean
forward if you get into difficulties and shake from side to side to
help the craft out of the thicket areas. Failing this, you have
to get out, hold the craft on full throttle and pull it back onto the
track. As I was of a slighter build, I knew I had to do a lot of
work thrusting one way or other to keep on track. Things were
going well at first but I didn’t realise my coat was hooked on the pin
which was there to stop over-turning the handlebars, which prevented
any steering at all! I was soon grounded in the thick grass and
had to get out by the full throttle method where I got soaked from spray
from under the craft skirt, into my trousers and down into my boots!
Wet feet from now on – oh, I wish I had brought my wellies! I was
not alone in this situation but we carried on regardless. I was
given the nickname by Jim as “Woman Possessed” – I hope this was only to
do with my driving! There were some good time laps scores.
Martyn was fastest at 1.37 minutes over 2 laps and the rest of us seemed
to manage around 1.51.
Time now for home or the pub. Those who went to the
Queen’s Head had a lovely meal. Staff were very pleasant and helpful.
Most of us had wet feet if they hadn’t taken a change of shoes, but
Linda Street went one better and asked for 2 carrier bags. Off
came her socks to be replaced by the bags, shoes were put back on and
tied in nice bows with the bag handles. Looked very stylish – could
catch on! Note to self: next time do take carrier bags if you forget
or don’t have wellies. As we left the pub, what did we see?
Blue sky which was with us for most of the way home. It was a great
day – just what I joined the 50+ Adventure Club for!
Having been brought up by the sea and spending my childhood
in rubber dinghies getting dunked I was not worried about the rafting.
I was more apprehensive about meeting everybody and being in the right
place at the right time and as I waited in the PC car park peering
into every car that arrived not daring to ask if they were part of
the 50+ group in case they were offended and only about 35. I obviously
look my age because as Christine walked into the car park she said ‘50+?’.
So far so good I had met up with everyone, it was a glorious
evening and then came the safety talk. My carefree attitude began
to diminish as we heard about the injuries and dangers and the disease
caught from rat’s urine and I began to think I may have made a mistake.
Not so, dressed to kill in wetsuits with very indiscreet
holes, helmets and life-jackets we carried the rafts to make a start.
It was then fun all the way. We only lost 2 members of the crew overboard
and had a little difficulty paddling in time as there were 2 men at
one end and 2 small ladies at the other, with me in the middle.
Thank you to everyone for making my first outing so enjoyable
and please could you always ensure the weather is so good.
Ruth and I arrived at Wells car park behind the Ark Royal
(the pub, not the aircraft carrier) at 4 on a sweltering Saturday afternoon
fresh from a hot and very sweaty afternoon at Titchmarsh fete where
we’d taken part in a display of English Folk Dancing. Ruth had driven
down and I had attempted to listen to England’s first world cup game,
the excitement of which had allowed me to sleep much of the way! Thank
the Lord for 50+ adventure outings.
We wandered down to the quay via the Saturday Market in the
pub car park and eventually ran into Pam looking very efficient with
her 50+ folder at the ready. With time to kill until 7, we walked along
the harbour entrance to the lifeboat house and watched some windsurfers
and a water skier having a good time before strolling back to the quayside
along the dike which stops the North Sea flooding Pinewoods campsite
twice daily. Pam also found time to order a lobster to take home the following
evening from the fresh sea food stall on the quayside.
Boarding the ship we met Ton and Katy and were, in due course,
joined by the rest of those of our motley crew who were sleeping aboard
that night. After a few minutes of excitement (anxiety for some) caused
by the realisation that most of the cabins were 3 berth not 2, all
was sorted out. Access to the cabins was down the steepest stairs ever,
almost a ladder, with the gripping opportunity to give yourself concussion
every time you used them. The berths themselves were comfortable but
cosy. A pleasant evening was spent between deck and bar with company
that could only have been bettered if the morning arrivals had been
there too.
Morning dawned early – not that anyone noticed – but most
of us were up and on deck by 7 and anxious to help as, along with a variety
of fishing boats and pleasure craft, we cast off and eased our way along
the narrow, tortuous mile-long channel separating the harbour from the
open sea. In the morning we were joined by Richard, Ed and Helen to complete
the complement of 5 crew. The rest of our group also turned up in plenty
of time having either camped at Pinewoods or driven down that morning.
The first thing to do once clear of the harbour entrance
was to eat breakfast, full English of course, all beautifully cooked
by Ton and served by Katy and Helen who did a first class job of delivering
it to the bar area, 2 plates at a time, down a steep companionway while
Richard and Ed sailed the ship.
The next job was to raise the sails. Several of us took turns
to help winch the main and other sails to the top of the mast though
most credit must go to Cecil, who thanks to his time in the Navy and
voluntary work on the tall ships with young people, not only did much of
the work but actually understood what he was doing and why he was doing
it. Pam would have liked to climb to the Crows Nest but since there wasn’t
one that ambition has to be saved for another time.
We sailed gently east along the coast as far as Cley, picking
out the seal colony basking at Blakeney Point, before sailing just
as gently to the west. I use the term sailing loosely because there was
very little wind and most of the motion came from the tidal current. We
were making just enough headway to be able to steer, something most of
us had a go at during the day. The day was spent relaxing, attempting the
crossword in Nigel’s paper, watching the sea birds and keeping an eye out
for passing seals. One stayed with the ship for 30 minutes or more popping
up on first one side then the other. We also managed to accumulate 5 homing
pigeons on the trip that spent the whole afternoon fluttering and walking
around the bow end of the deck. All we could think of were their anxious
owners scanning the Norfolk sky waiting for their charges to come fluttering
safely home as these same charges partook of a relaxing sea voyage! One
of them even tried out the cabins and needed rescuing by Jim (nobly assisted
by Lucy who’d spooked it into going down in the first place). If only they’d
arrived before lunch!
At last, off Brancaster – a naval port and powerful fortress
in Roman times, the time came to restart the engine and head for home.
There is only a short window of opportunity during which ships as large
as the Albatros can enter Wells so all had to be neatly timed. We slipped
into the channel and processed around the many twists and turns of
this most difficult of harbours arriving at the quay with just enough
time to turn the ship in the main channel and dock before the water level
dropped too far. Quite a work of art.
With many a smile, thank you and handshake we disembarked
to go our own ways, some of us back to the cars and home, others of
us to our B&B’s to spend a little more time in this most lovely of
ports. Pam, thanks to her foresight the previous day, went home with a
lobster so beautifully fresh I half expected it to walk to the car!
If there was a disappointment it was the lack of wind which
gave us a day of drifting with attitude rather than a day of high speed
sailing. This disappointment, such as it was, was far outweighed by
the many positives. We had good company, glorious weather, excellent
food and the warmest of welcomes from our crew. The calmness of the ocean
also meant no-one felt particularly seasick, just a little queasy until
our sea legs kicked in! A splendid day all round and one for which I
am grateful to Pam for sorting out and to Nigel for providing the initial
inspiration.
It is Sunday, 18 June: Val is driving and we are off to Stretton-under-Fosse
and the Rose Narrowboats.
Grace checks us in and we are allotted the 32 foot day-boat Rosette.
The men are instructed on “the workings” of the boat - the engine and
the tiller. The ladies meanwhile familiarise themselves with the
galley. Paul was designated captain and I think Grace was the
purser in charge of logistics. After a minor adjustment to the
engine, we headed south.
We were soon gliding along between shady wooded banks. The
dog roses were amazing and honeysuckle blossomed at the water’s edge.
A pair of swans with 8 cygnets were our first visitors. Of the
many families of ducks, the largest brood was 17. The moorhens
by contrast had only one or two chicks. The men said they saw a
kingfisher but we noticed it was painted on another boat!
Grace safely navigated us through the Newbold tunnel where
groups of tricolour lights created rainbows over the roof. Paul
brought us through on the return journey. Paul and the two Johns
did most of the steering with Grace, Val, Marilyn and Diane “having
a go”. Mary and I stuck to galley duties.
We moored for an hour whilst we enjoyed a delicious picnic
lunch. Entertainment was provided by a child falling off the
nearest boat – the Dabchick. We saw another boat called Grace.
The 72 ft Valerie joining from another branch of the canal completely
blocked our way when making its turn. Our favourite boat name was
The Kid’s Inheritance.
At the Hillmorton locks, we turned and headed back to the
boatyard taking tea en route – we definitely had our 5 fruits and vegetables.
We had a few encounters with the banks, a lot of laughter and enjoyed
a relaxing day in the beautiful rural setting of the Oxford canal.
Our journey took 8.5 hours arriving back at the yard all shipshape
at 7 pm.
Now, what shall I do next?
Saturday
Having been picked up by a friendly Tony and Cecil at 8am
on Saturday morning, we set out towards Wales and the tiny village of
Velindre, on the northern edge of the Brecon Beacons. When we arrived
into the riding centre, other members who had obviously got up a bit
earlier greeted us! After a well-earned rest, they pitched their tent,
whilst I inspected my comfy bed in the bunkhouse and at 12.30pm, we were
enjoying lunch “al fresco” style in the lovely sunshine with the most
beautiful views all around us. To the left was rolling countryside adjoining
Hay Forest, with very high hills in the distance, whilst to the right
was the pony paddock, home to about sixty horses with a backdrop of open
countryside.
After a leisurely start and plenty of sun tan lotion, our
first port of call was the riding centre to see off our saddled friends
before venturing left up a steep climb towards the top of the adjacent
hill. Everyone stood at the top to enjoy the 270-degree view across
a patchwork of fields, farm buildings and countryside, which must have
stretched for 10 miles! A wonderful sight with camera’s aiming in all
directions! Not many people can say they have admired Lord Hereford’s
Knob… but we all saw it towering away in the distance, with sheep on it
too. Stop! Are they our pony riders winding down it? No, they were 30yrs
our junior but a lovely sight to see as they approached on the winding
path amongst the mixture of hillside ferns. We descended into a couple of
watery gorges, which were wonderfully cool after the hot sunshine. Someone
dunked their hat in it, others their feet and I nearly slipped in! Of course
we never got lost at any time, it was just that I noticed quite a lot of
activity with Dennis’s compass on the O.S. map…ahem!
Shame about the football as we all cheered over beer cans
and wine (Oh, and thanks for the tea Ann)…. whilst I watched with interest
as Mike and Tricia Booth demonstrated mass sandwich making…. and an even
greater shame was that we had to endure a wonderful meal and even more
alcohol at the local pub. It was here that I spread the news that it
was Dennis and Jane Troman`s 39th wedding anniversary that day!
Congratulations to them both were toasted by a restaurant filled with
50+ Club members, along with more quips and laughter to wind up a lovely
evening.
Oh my goodness, I remember racing someone up the long hill
back to the riding centre. I had to let her win though…. before collapsing
into bed.
Sunday
Rising at about 8.30am on Sunday morning gave Martin, a couple
of friendly teachers and I, the opportunity to chat and reflect upon
all our experiences the day before as we drank our cuppa in the courtyard.
As the cook (who reminded me of a character from the Pirates of the Caribbean
film) beckoned us into his galley, his words “the works then” meant a
really big breakfast, which was to set us up for the canoeing ahead.
Another leisurely start, culminated in our launch into the
River Wye, well after the girls had finished playing and cuddling
with the tiny kittens in the canoe centre. In pairs, we all set off
on what was to be a most wonderful day rowing quietly down the river.
Our trip involved a 10-mile meander through some of the most beautiful
countryside on all sides. Gentle and sometimes firm rapids gave way to
still, glassy pools reflecting the ancient trees in the distance. Families
of swans, many horses, various cows, various types of duck, birds, dogs,
black animals with long tails in the undergrowth…it was all there for
our enjoyment.
Half way along our route, involved a rendezvous for a picnic
in an open field overlooking the rapids we had just encountered. Oh
and by the way, I nearly forgot the tasty sandwiches that I had witnessed
being made yesterday by Mike and his team. Well there wasn’t any left
so that was a good advert! I did wonder where people were going across
the field but I learned that there was a John Lewis behind the trees and
they were giving away ornaments. As our trip continued, the river
became more of a challenge with the rapids becoming shallower unless you
went along the right bit and obviously, Martin and I never had to leave
our canoe to walk in the water to re-launch it fifteen yards further on…..but
we did have a good laugh drying out our trainers and my shorts! At
the second of the bridges, we saw a couple of young lads admiring a wonderful
4lb fish that they had caught and then popped it back in.
Further leisurely paddling led us eventually to the riverside
pub where we all pulled our canoes out on to the grassy bank for collection
and our ride back to the canoe centre. Several members had capsized
from their canoe into the shallows and I think there was an element of
intentional dunking into the crystal clear water to cool off but everyone
had a wonderful day. Oh and a couple of drinks in the pub too (for medicinal
purposes only). When our transport delivered us back to the canoe centre,
we all said our goodbye’s and then started on our journey back home.
As a new member of the club, I must congratulate Mike and
Tricia Booth who will be celebrating their 36th wedding anniversary
on 11th July 2006 and to Dennis and Jane who endured our company on their
39th wedding anniversary during the Wye trip. A wonderful weekend
and I may book up next year!
Horses and canoes, bunkhouses and camping, a boiling hot
weather forecast – and England playing in the World Cup Quarter Finals.
What better recipe for fun and excitement. And so it turned out.
The setting of the stables and campsite where we were to
begin our adventure could not have been more idyllic, nestling amongst
pasture, hills and woods, and we couldn’t wait to get mounted up. The
ponies/hoses were in really wonderful condition and thankfully had done
this sort of thing many times before. They were patient as we got mounted
and our saddles/girths/stirrups etc sorted out, and then we were off
into the hills.
We mainly stuck to single file despite some of the animals’
attempts to change this along the way, and a couple of times over the
open hillside we managed short trots. Sadly no-one took up the leading
stable girl’s offer of “….anyone for a canter…?”.
We passed over streams and under branches until, all too
soon I realised we were on our way back to the stables. I guessed,
correctly as it turned out, that by the time we got back and another
24 hours had elapsed, it would prove to have been quite long enough.
As it was, we climbed down from our mounts and automatically assumed the
“John Wayne” position, restricted by aching thighs and cramping calves.
Soon it was time for the match and cries, gasps and sighs
came floating out of the bunkhouse as the game progressed to its dramatic
climax.
Even England’s eventual demise could not dampen our exuberance
as we strolled down to the pub in the beautiful late evening for a
meal and a few drinks, and to help Dennis and Jane celebrate their wedding
anniversary.
Modifications were made later (after some consumption of
alcohol) to the camping arrangements in an attempt to dispel the predicted
orchestra of snoring, although some team members did struggle briefly
to locate the new arrangement. Next morning dawned fine and clear and
after packing up we drove to the canoe establishment for our second
safety briefing in two days. Why do we do these things?
There followed a comprehensive guide to the 11 mile stretch
of river we were due to follow, explaining which line should be followed
etc. Once on the water, however, two to a canoe it dawned on the novices
amongst us that knowing which line to follow was actually quite different
to being able to follow it!
Some crews performed beautifully whilst others practiced
spins and bank crashes that would have done more justice to the dodgems.
But eventually the little flotilla settled down in time to face the
first set of shallow water. Here the canoes accelerated and took on a
mind of their own. I’m certain there were some stretches where Hiawatha
would have struggled. Eventually we made a shingle shore-line for some
well-earned lunch and many thanks to those who helped prepare such a feast
carried downstream in our waterproof barrels.
After lunch the river was a little wider and quieter although
there were some nervous moments as overhanging branches appeared to
try and climb inside the canoes at the expense of the canoeists.
By following the instructions the final pub hove into sight
and I knew how Francis Chichester felt at the end of his epic voyage.
The canoes were hauled up the very steep bank right into the pub beer
garden ready for pickup and ice cold beer seemed to be the order of the
day as we swapped stories.
So thanks to Trish and Mike for a brilliant weekend and to
everyone else who helped make it such a cracking success. Everything
was so well-organised perhaps next time you could also organise for
a couple of English penalties…..?
16 Rowers and supporters travelled to the Bedford River Festival
on a gloriously hot and sunny day to take part in the now highly competitive
Dragon Boat Racing. This time there were 26 teams entered (only
15 teams in 2004) and the majority were very young and fit looking – but
did we let that worry us? No of course not! It’s the taking
part that counts not the winning - or so we kept telling ourselves.
We all took part in 3 heats, 3 boats at a time along a 250
yard stretch of the river. We probably should have recognized
that we were going to be up against it when we failed to assemble all
of our team together for the safety briefing at the appointed team.
It didn’t look too professional having to put out a PA announcement for
the remaining members of our crew!
During the afternoon heats the commentator gave out gems
of information about each of the teams competing. Much amusement
was caused amongst the assembled throng when he announced that ‘the
50+ Adventure Club Team consisted of 3 members over 70 and had an average
age of 59; our strategy for the race being ‘Not to capsize!’
Nevertheless we got a rousing cheer from the other boats when we finished
our final heat.
Although several of us including Grace particularly, seemed
to do our best to get exceedingly wet we all had a most enjoyable day.
I should like to thank both Pauline and Peta for all their hard work
and attempting to get us all in the right place at the right time.
For my first activity with the club: we went green bowling
in Market Harborough on Sunday 16th July. After we picked up Pauline
at her house we arrived at the green about 10.30 am. There were about
twelve of us. We received instruction from members of the bowling club.
They made us feel very welcome. The gentleman that taught us showed us
how to roll the ‘wood,’ where to aim and he outlined the rules.
It was a particularly hot day. We played in three groups
of four I think, and spent about two hours playing twelve ‘ends.’ This
gave time for everyone to get a sun tan.
Martyn and I played against Richard and Caroline, they are
in different league to us. We were beaten hands down but at the end
of the day we did not mind because we were sure that they have done this
before! We did enjoy ourselves but we won’t be playing with them again!
Afterwards we had tea, sandwiches and home made cakes provided
by CARE Shangton. Then we had time to reflect on our games. I had time
to get to know some members, which was very nice. I am looking
forward to the next adventure, GO APE!
There I was on my first adventure with the 50 plus club,
and what had I let myself in for? The leader was telling us all about
zip wires, Tarzan ropes, (well, my name is Jane!) and safety harnesses.
We were all clad in, well….. what looked like something from
a naughty film! Being given instruction on safety and what to do if
in difficulty. Then we started with the first set of climbing frames.
Starting with a Tarzan rope, I found it hard to trust the safety gear
but with encouragement from another member, I launched into the air and
hit the climbing ropes on the other side a second later and scrambled
up on to the next part which although scary, I managed with ease. THEN
came the first zip rope………….. eeeek. More encouragement from the same
person and I whizzed down, remembering the instructions and dug my heels
into the wood chips that had been provided to soften the landing and
I HAD DONE IT! The first section had been completed. I felt so good!
We waited for the others and carried on to the second set,
which where higher and harder that the first, but with a little help
from my new found friends, I completed these with less problems until
I came to the end, another zip wire. This time I took courage in my
hands and wheeeee! Slid down the wire trying to stay forwards, but alas
turning round in the middle I again landed on my back covered in chippings.
It was everywhere! My hair was covered and we all spent time brushing
each other down. The day was hot but some kind soul had gone to buy us
all a bottle of water each. We needed it, but not too much water…. there
were no loo’s here and although there were plenty of bushes, there was
a lot of people in the air!!! No, no, that was not a good idea!
On to the third lot again a little harder and with another
Tarzan rope, again I found this quite hard and people below gave lots
of support. For some reason, I had forgotten the safety harness and
dreaded my hands slipping, then remembering the safety gear, I jumped
to the sound of cheers and clambered on to the next bit. It was exhilarating
experience!
THEN IT HAPPENED! Oh my .... as put my foot on to a log to
walk across, .. oh dear a shout .. calling my NAME - Oh No! Someone
was taking my picture..... ahhh ..... and me with my hair up and all
my grey bits showing Noooooo!!!…. On to the zip wire. By this time
I and several others, had decided not to go any further and not do the
last set of climbing frames. Now for the last zip wire that I was going
to do….. WHEEEE, with no hesitation I zipped down the high wire, hair
flying everywhere……It felt good to have completed the three stages and
we watched the Famous 5 intrepid pioneers who completed the course…. Julian,
Dick, Anne, George and of course not forgetting Timmy! Oh no, sorry it’s
the other famous five Toi, Martin, Jane, Dennis and Mick!
I am now looking forward to next years Go Ape and completing
the full course.
We spent all week wondering if the weather would hold for
Saturday's Fireworks. Well despite it looking decidedly dodgy about
5 o'clock we were in luck. Never been to Stanford before, what a beautiful
place, a perfect setting for a good night of entertainment. About
a dozen of us turned up early eager to help out putting the Pam’s gazebo
up. Despite so many willing hands it still took just under and hour to
sort, good job Pam had seen it go up before! No shortage of tables
this year, enough to hold the great selection of food provided by everyone
who came along.
There was plenty of time to kill before the fireworks began,
but that gave us all an opportunity to have a wander, for some to
have a dance, and for those with or without a steady hand to have a
go at the "Hi Tower". Then of course there was the food, quite
a banquet.
Once it got dark we were in for a real treat, and we certainly
had some of the best seats in the house. The fireworks were presented
by four different companies who each had around ten minutes each to
put on their displays to music and the show just got better with each
display. The final show was absolutely fantastic and I think we all agreed
was the best of the evening as proved by the 'text' vote afterwards.
We (Richard and Janette) started the day with quad bikes
(brilliant) and after Peta and Heather had an hour at clay pigeon
shooting, it was our turn. We were taken down to the range by Land Rover
where we were met by John, our instructor, who kitted us out with jackets
and ear muffs. My problem was that once the ear muffs were on I couldn’t
hear a thing!
We had five shots each at four different targets. You
didn’t actually aim at the clay but had to follow it and aim either
just in front or at the top or at the bottom – depending of which ‘bay’
you were in. Janette got the hang of this straight away by imagining
she was aiming at the boss ! X !
John promised Janette a bottle of whisky or vodka if she
could hit 4 out of 5 on the ‘Rabbit Run’ which was where the clay
bounced on the ground! When this didn’t happen it was only then that
he said it would only have been a miniature!! I eventually got the
idea and after waiting for passing ducks, managed to pick up my score to
draw equal with Janette. We both thoroughly enjoyed the experience
and will definitely try it again. Then we went off to the archery.
Thanks to Pauline for organising the day.
Set in beautiful surroundings with an abundance of trees and
water, we donned our jackets and ear defenders and took to the stands to
have a go at clay pigeon shooting. John, our instructor was patient and full
of good humour as he advised us on the technical bits and techniques, Tummy
in, bum out and feet placed properly to stop you from being knocked back
when you pulled the trigger.
We hit a few, missed a few, but had a great time aiming at
the clay targets. They came from different directions and levels which
prompted odd names for each like springing teal, going away, fluffy
bunnies, trotting woodpigeon and incomer. This was good fun. I think
I could get hooked on this as a hobby.
It was my first visit to Grange Farm and what a treat!
Beautiful setting, great facilities and friendly instructors.
We were introduced to our steeds with the minimum of fuss
after donning helmets and white overalls to keep out the dust.
So looking like a bunch of forensic scientists, off we set in glorious
sunshine. Uphill and down dale, through the fields and then on
to some mounds in the quarry to test throttle control. Next gingerly
through a hand-gate with an inch or two either side (why do we always
breathe in whilst doing tight manoeuvres?) and a nice winding trail through
the woods, down into the stream remembering to get the legs up.
All too soon it was back to the yard. Pauline hit 45
mph on the straight back in but had to throttle back for fear
of riding over the instructor. Great fun, only sorry I didn’t
book a double slot! Many thanks organisers for a wonderful day.
One of the activities at Grange Farm required us to build
a devise capable of launching an egg as far as possible. Five of us
had selected this option, so we worked as a team. We were given a crate
with an assortment of materials to use and 40 minutes to complete the
task. Many design ideas were discussed and we set about constructing our
"contraption." The ideas continued during the building process resulting
in modifications before the final version of the catapult was completed.
A roll of sellotape was used as the cradle for the egg, which seemed like
a good idea at the time. With about two minutes to go, we were ready to
launch.
The first launch sent the egg flying through the air. Our
instructor was impressed and immediately measured the distance. Twenty
two metres!! Unfortunately the roll of sellotape collapsed at
the first launch and subsequent firings never matched the first. However,
the instructor assured us that twenty two metres was an excellent achievement
and had we been competing in a larger team event would have put us amongst
the winners.
Three of us on this occasion were recruited to the Archery
area – myself (Maid Marion!), King Richard and Martin (The Evil Sheriff!).
After instructions, which included tales of David Beckham, Nicole Kidman
and ‘The French’, we were given arm bands for support and a chest support
to prevent nipple rub, (but enough about Richard and Martin). Then
the arrows started flying thick and fast.
It was a very close thing and we all did extremely well (in
my opinion) and after an excellent hour, the two highest scores for
each of us were tallied. In the end, to the disgust of both Richard
and Martin, Girl Power prevailed and I won (Okay, so it was just by
one point!).
Thanks again to Pauline for the organisation.
Sunday morning bright and early Toi, Martyn and I set off
for Grange Farm, after a couple of wrong turnings, we arrived at the
Farm and met up with everyone else. After charging around the farm
at 35 mph on quad bikes, the next activity was sedate in comparison “Blindfold
Driving”. The title caused some trepidation at first but in reality
was quite different.
The course was in a field and marked out with cones.
We were timed for each turn and awarded penalty points for every cone
“killed”. The mode of transport being a golf cart, it was hardly
Silverstone but it was good fun. We each took turns driving or
navigating : I am not sure which was the hardest but there were lots
of shouts of “Stop!”, “Not so fast!”, “Which way!” and “Help!!” and loads
of giggles: so all in all, great fun. The overall winner on time
was Steph but we all had the same amount of fun. After that and the
quad bikes, I was really ready for home and a hot shower, a quick snooze
and lunch. The best day’s fun I have had in ages.
On a cold and damp Saturday morning in August our thirteen
intrepid adventurers arrived at Grafham Water Centre
for a morning of canoeing, and an afternoon of sailing or windsurfing.
Immediate disappointment as we heard that it would be too windy for
the afternoon sessions to take place.
However we perked up over our free cups of tea or coffee,
and were soon on our way by minibus to the river at Brampton Mill.
We were allocated our canoes, which took two or three people, and I was
helped into the front of one with Peta behind me to do the steering.
I will always think of her now as “Captain Sooty” (explanation later).
After a short instruction on how to control the canoe, we started
off in light rain. I didn’t think it was a very good omen when
the two instructors put up a golfing umbrella in their canoe.
Most of the members got away at a fair speed and were soon
out of sight. Peta and I had more trouble finding forward gear,
and slowly proceeded via each bank, and much reversing out of the reeds.
Fortunately most of the route was on a backwater so there wasn’t too
much other river traffic, but we had very close encounters with a number
of overhanging trees. By the time we caught up with everyone
else they had had a good rest and were ready to go on again - no such
luck for us! However one of the instructors left his canoe, and
then walked along the bank shouting instructions to us, so we managed
to keep a little straighter. From this time on I had a continuous
running commentary from behind me of - “Forward!”, “Back!”, “Rudder!”
and “Sweep! Sweep! Sweep!” The rest of the group managed a further
stop which we missed out on again, and we gave amusement to another group
of canoeist under instruction, as we were so much worse than they were.
We turned for home first but were soon overtaken by everyone
else. However, on the way back we managed much better as the
wind was coming from a different direction, and although we caught the
bank a few times we missed all the trees. We avoided the moored
boats, the swans and fishermen, and arriving back at the starting point
managed to get out of the canoe without falling in. THANK YOU PETA
FOR A REALLY HILARIOUS MORNING.
Seven intrepid members were mustered and having been issued
with some unflattering red ‘fat’ suits, helmets and boots we set off
chattering excitedly for the Brecon Beacons National Park.
Our first view of Mellte Gorge (Lightening River) was simply
breathtaking. We clambered down the steep gradient in bright sunlight
where the rocks glittered in amongst the bracken. We were then
faced with a number of challenges over the next four hours which at
first seemed difficult, but with the increasing team spirit we overcame
them.
All went well until our leader Mike encountered a fallen
tree in our path high up on a narrow ledge. We all were successfully
roped up and guided through it, but then the unexpected happened. Julia
lost her footing and started to roll towards the edge of a steep drop. Ellie
the young trainee leader reacted quickly and lunged out for her and they
both somersaulted twice and just stopped in time. An accident was
narrowly averted. Somewhat more carefully, we made our way
until we stood underneath the mighty waterfall and felt the full force
of a huge volume of water battering over our bodies. There was to be just
one more challenge. Having accessed a large rocky area with a six foot drop
into a large pool we were invited to jump in! It was an exhilarating
and totally brilliant feeling.
After a long climb up, totally exhausted, looking like Wombles
but still exuberant, Stuart delightedly insisted on taking advantage
of the kissing gate! At last the prospect of dry clothes and
lunch at 4 o’clock. I had certainly not considered that I would
be undressing in public and in front of everyone but by now all decorum
had gone. This was a simply wonderful experience shared by like
minded people and will be lodged in my mind forever.
After breaking the ice on the Friday evening of our first
50+ adventure weekend, we (Trevor and Lana) were looking forward somewhat
nervously to our day of rock climbing and gorge walking. We met in the
barn to get kitted up and, after a few false starts when forgotten clothing
and packed lunches were fetched, boarded the minibus with our 5 fellow
adventurers and Martin and Sarah, the instructors.
Neither of us has rock climbed before and were a bit shocked
when we arrived at Dinas Rock and saw what we were planning to climb.
The others seemed totally unfazed! Martin went off to set up ropes
while Sarah showed us how to put on belts ready for the climb. We had
two sections of the rock prepared for us to climb. Martin explained how
to belay and support the climber and then it was time for the first two
to go. We all had a very successful morning. Everyone completed the climbs
and had a real sense of achievement and pride in ourselves. It is an activity
which demands good team work and faith in each other and was a fantastic
introduction for us. We had a lot of fun too especially as we were climbing
alongside a group of young men on a stag weekend. They were really friendly
but were teasing mercilessly one of their group, Lee, who found the climb
hard and wanted to give up especially as our members were doing so well!
Sheila came into her own and shut them up by giving Lee such fantastic
encouragement that he made it and gave her a big hug when he got down!
We all enjoyed our picnic in the warm sunshine and then got
ready for the gorge walk by putting on our extra layers of clothes,
waterproofs and buoyancy aids in the now extremely warm sunshine!
We descended into the gorge and then in to the river – and
the first of the cold water seeped over the top and into the wellies!
Our first challenge was quite a tough one. We had to go up into a dark
little cave in the rock side feeling our way in the dark and then around
the corner at the top ready to slide down the other side. It was tougher
than it sounds as you couldn’t see where to put your feet to climb and
we had to push and pull each other up the first bit. The slide down came
as quite a relief. We continued our climb up the gorge up and round
little waterfalls. Sarah showed us where she had lost her footing and
fallen back down a waterfall on one of her trips with children – scary!
The next challenge was a ‘little’ swim where the water got ‘a bit deep’
– we were finding Martin had a bit of a warped sense of humour! The shock
as the water moved from just being in your wellies to moving through your
whole clothes was – shocking! By now however we were beginning to enjoy
the feeling in a weird sort of way so when we got to the final challenge
which involved crawling along a ledge under a fast-flowing torrent and
then jumping off a ledge the other side 10 feet into the pool below, some
of us enjoyed it so much we went back for a second go!
Finally we walked back to the minibus, changed in the still
brilliant sunshine (thank goodness) and set off. Not many remembered
the journey back but all agreed after waking up back at Longtown that
it had been a fantastic day!
For someone who for years thought of herself as being slightly
claustrophobic, I have surprised myself once again. I managed to complete
the caving challenge at Longtown. On a lovely hot day, wearing
multiple layers of clothes and an all in one suit, wellies, helmet
and head lamps we began with the walk down to the cave. We had to use
safety lines for this as there was a slope and a drop off to the right
into the gorge.
We climbed over a rock to enter the cave through a small
hole, and then crawled for a short distance before it opened out a
bit. We were then sent off to the right, on our own, through a very
narrow part where we had to crawl again with no idea of how far we had
to go or how long it would take. A few minutes later we appeared at an
opening where we were met by our grinning instructors. They had taken
the easy route!
We continued to explore the rest of the cave, glad of the
layers of clothes, as the water we paddled through was icy cold. We
reached a dead end and before our return journey we played a game in total
darkness where we had to arrange ourselves into name order which, of
course, we did with ease. Later some of us also had a go at the
‘duck’, where you had to lie in the water and slip under a rock shelf.
This was a bit of a squeeze but as there was a central split in the shelf
it wasn’t claustrophobic. As we approached the original entrance of the
cave, we were offered the chance to try the ‘keyhole’. This was a narrow
tunnel of about 30 meters leading out to another exit. This was a struggle.
You could lift your head just high enough to see the daylight ahead. I had
to wait in the middle part as the person in front was having a struggle,
and I dropped my head for a rest. I lay there, eyeballs a couple of inches
away from a muddy dip in the rock and, for just a moment, wondered why
I was doing this! You had to wriggle your way through as best you
could and then at the end, squeeze out of the keyhole to be caught by
the instructors. Five of us did do it, the rest are still in there.
No, only kidding.
What a sense of achievement! Thank you, Longtown.
It was on a Sunday morning, we aviators came to call,
to descend (tch !), upon Sackville airfield , blue skies
just said it all ....
The Fiftyplus were here again, we're gonna have some fun,
and fly away into the sky ... get closer to the sun .
The microlights were woken up, and pulled out of their lair,
and after check, the first two folk, prepare ,
to get the wind, a'blowin’ throughout their hair .
All fifteen souls, went up and down, in order, as listed
by our Mary,
No-one was allowed to jump the queue carried out so very
fairly ...
A magic day it was ... this time I got to fly my plane,
I took it up, and got it down again.
Sixteen “Fifty-plussers” arrived at Sackville Airfield, on
a super Sunday morning. The air was warm, sky blue with little
summer clouds, and, with the windsock about half-mast, I figured there
would be just enough wind to make life interesting. Two Microlights
were got form their hangers , the trusty AXI-12000, a more standard
type of aircraft, with a fixed wing, and a compartment beneath, into
which you sat very comfortably, beside the pilot. And, much to my surprise,
a microlight of the type, more often seen in our skies these days, a
flex-wing which looks like nothing more than a wheelbarrow hanging beneath
a sail! It looked very new and I thought the pilot very trusting
to let us lot up in it. One sat behind the pilot and certainly got
a good look around while flying .... but not sure about opening up a map,
with that propeller whizzing around behind.
So, when the first pair were invited to fly, after these
aircraft were given their flight checks and it was pleasing to watch
them buzz off down the strip, and so easily, lift off into the air ....
without the turbulence that we saw last year. While we sank a few
coffees whilst those alight were doing their aerial circuits, and we
got to chat to the constant array of pilots turning up as the day went
by, who were revealing their flying machines .. they seemed to be popping
out of every nook and cranny. It was a very active and a whole lot
different to the 2005 event.
So, my turn came along, a trip up in the Red Microlight,
which was the one I secretly wished for, and I climbed in. After a
short wait for engine temperature to rise, we whisked off down the
runway, and we were aloft ....... much, much, gentler than last year.
After watching the grass rush by and fall away, I had just settled when
the pilot, Bill, my pilot, put the joystick into my hand and said "You
can take it from here ... you have control!" We had only reached treetop
level, and were still climbing! Not expecting that so early, it
came as a shock, but it has been a childhood dream, and after a shaky start,
and some encouraging words, things settled down. We flew out to Santa
Pod, curved around Rushden , and took a long loop out over the countryside
eventually finding our way back toward Riseley, where I was allowed to
bring the craft almost down right on to the runway, and the pilot took over
for the last few inches lifted the nose, cut the engine revs, and we were
down …absolutely magic!
A great time was had by all, and for our first flyers of
Christine, Janet, Julia, Toi, Helen, Graham, Martin and Steve and
those I may have missed: Mary - many thank yous for your ground crew
activity ... a great day!
We arrived at Kettering at the appointed time just as the
heavens opened, and the journey to Brinklow was in torrential rain.
Someone must have been smiling on us, for as we turned into the marina
the weather changed.
The narrow-boat Rosette was waiting and the provisions; enough
for months at sea were loaded. A member of staff instructed us on
how to handle the boat- starting, steering, and stopping and most importantly
how to pass other boats.
Undaunted Gordon the elected captain for the day grasped
the helm and shouted the order to cast off. He must have been listening
to the instructions as he moved off without hitting anything. The Oxford
Canal in this area meanders through woodland at the start. The trees
form a green tunnel stretching into the distance, which is most spectacular,
through which we chugged at a leisurely pace. From below was heard the
clatter of teacups, heralding the first of many refreshment breaks.
The canal was so quiet that the birdsong seemed to be magnified
within this green tunnel; the only disturbance was the Rosette chugging
through. Narrow boats look easy to handle but beware it takes
what seems like hours for the steering to react to instructions. The
first curve was a lesson to all but Gordon was up to the task and we
proceeded on through farmland and back into the sunlight. Ducks and swans
moved aside as we passed unlike boats from the opposite direction, but
with the experience gained in the morning all was well.
Orders were sent to the captain to find a spot to tie up,
after we pass through the tunnel, to have lunch. Tunnel sent waves of
doubt through the steersperson but there were no problems. The tunnel
was cool and beautifully lit and devoid of traffic much to the crew’s
relief. A suitable spot was found to tie up and lunch was served. We sat
down to a feast of salads, pies, roulades, and quiches followed by crumbles
and flans - served with liberal dashes of wine and fruit juices. Having
relaxed we cast off and sailed to the next turning point for the return
trip.
The sun was shining and all was well with the world. The
pace of life seems to slow the longer you spend time on a narrow boat,
even the wildlife seems to drift aside as you pass. We tied up for
tea and cakes and the conversation turned to setting the world to rights
and before we continued a new political party was formed. Please
ask Cecil for membership forms.
The journey back was uneventful apart from when the steersperson
decided to try to wipe Cecil off of the six inch wide deck with a
nearby tree and then grounding the boat, much to the hilarity of the
rest of the crew. Having cleaned and polished after tying
up, we deposited the keys in the required place we all departed after
a relaxing superbly organised day. Our thanks must go to Grace for all
her efforts and her magic ‘odds and sods’ bag.
| Intrepid Linda Franklin smashed her way through
to the semi-finals of the World Conker Championships in Ashton
Using her well honed attacking technique in combination with a tight
defensive strategy, fearless Franklin left many of her opponents in shock
as she claimed victory time after time. Her amazing run through the heats
and quarter finals was only brought to a halt by the ultimate ladies champion
in a thrilling semi-final watched by a crowd of around 5000. Earlier in the day almost 500 contestants from 19 different countries had gathered for the 42nd World Conker Championships in Ashton, Nr Oundle. |
Linda Franklin had arrived with three other
contenders from the 50+ Adventure Club: Janette Taylor, Richard Stanley
and Martyn Richards. Braving the Scottish flag in the opening ceremony,
a tenacious Taylor had skilfully selected a ripe nut to play with only
to find it shattered after the first session. Stanley the Stout-heart fared
better defeating his first opponent comfortably and promised to “float
like a butterfly, sting like a bee” but despite an impressive start went
out in the next round when his second nut cracked! Richards, having thoroughly
prepared for the event with a bowl of Crunchy |
Nut for breakfast, cruised through the first
and second rounds only to see his nut painfully crushed in the third round.
Franklin’s team mates could only watch in envy over the following hours
as she completed her nut-splitting run through to the semi-finals. Asked
about her performance on leaving the arena, Franklin said, “Can’t speak
now, where’s the loo?” Franklin said, ”Playing conkers was easy, but I didn’t
like the high platforms you had to stand on.” Let’s hope the organisers
take Franklins comments into account for next year’s tournament. By our sports correspondent. |
Conditions were just right for a good pedal. It was overcast
and not too warm so we were not tempted to bare our arms and legs and
risk grazes if we came off. For those of us that chose to hire our
bikes there was plenty of choice and very helpful staff. We were
a very mixed group as far as experience goes from those who had not cycled
for many years to those who had recently returned from a cycling holiday
not forgetting our reluctant cyclist (who shall be nameless) who preferred
not to be in the driving seat!
This was my second visit to Bodyflight so I knew the drill, in theory
if not in practice. After a lecture on what to do we all donned special suits
with huge piping down the seams for the wind to grip and then earplugs,
goggles and finally a helmet. When it is your turn, you fall into the chamber
and the wind buoys you up well before you hit the floor which is a bouncy
mesh. The instructor holds you and adjusts your posture, giving the hand
signals you learnt earlier. It is tiring and noisy but very thrilling in
the 130m.p.h. wind. More ‘rounded ‘ folk need higher wind speeds which
the man in the control cabin dials in
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