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Tuesday, 8 June 2010

TGO day the next – Callater

callater lodge
After much messing around, shopping, breakfasting, snoozing and so on, I packed up the tent and wandered off in the general direction of Callater. At Callater Lodge I was given a cup of tea, which was nice.
After this, I erected the akto and had a bit of a snooze in the warm sunshine  and then , sans pack or anything much, I wandered off over the moors and up the nearest Corbett – one Creag nan Gabhar (My grandmother’s talkative cliff)
a lancashire monologue in progress
It was a lovely clear evening and I could clearly spot the lights of Stokholm from the top. I hung around a bit on the top, noting the erratic progress of an arctic hare doing a bit of late grazing, and then retraced back to Callater where celebrations were just beginning.
Another boozy night ensued. There was singing and Lancashire monologues. I was the music man and I came from down your way. When , after a substantial while, it started to become a bit maudlin, I crawled off to bed.

I failed to find the main entrance to my sleeping bag and eventually gave up and slept underneath it.
I awoke at 4:00 am in a pool of my own whisky (the bottle had leaked)
I strongly suspect that I’d had quite a good time.

Thanks for todays pictures go to Shirley (Peewiglet) Worrall. Bless 'er

2 comments:

Piglet said...

After this, I erected the akto and had a bit of a snooze in the warm sunshine and then , sans pack or anything much, I wandered off over the moors and up the nearest Corbett – one Creag nan Gabhar (My grandmother’s talkative cliff)

Ahaaaa! So that's where the loo was, then?

Odd, that, about the sleeping arrangements. I found myself on the couch at 5am. Clearly a poltergeist had been messing with the tents.

Mike Knipe said...

It was realy just sheer luck finding an unnoccupied tent, Shirl. You were probably better off on the settee - no technical difficulties there....