A rather portentious name for a handful of people from a pub who go walking up the hills from time to time. Nothing over strenuous, but it does a good enough job of making our muscles hurt, and occasionally getting us sunburn. Or wind burn. Or snow blindness.
It's Aidan, Dave and Tony, ... (with a late appearence from Kenny)
AidanShort, fat and ugly, been walking up hill and down cave for 20-something years |
DaveOur "illustrious" navigator |
TonyRoustabout and barber's nightmare. |
KennyInternational man of mystery. Or, to put it another way, I ain't got a picture yet. |
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... who drink at the Kirkgate Bar, Schoolhill, Aberdeen, Scotland ...
... and who occasionally walk up hills ...
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24/02/2002 |
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17/03/2002 |
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Lochnagar, rained off |
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Lochnagar, succeeded |
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19/06/2002 |
Mount Keen (give or take a few km) |
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01/09/2002 |
Back to Mount Keen, and a descent into new depths of pointlessness. |
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RSN |
Bike trip, Braemar |
Fed up with long walks from the car park to the mountain? Get a bike. Or even better, rent a bike from somewhere near the car park. |
Apart from having a good day out, the main “project” in hand is to teach Dave, our not-so-illustrious “navigator” how to navigate. The astute observer will see the name of “Cock Cairn” on the map, some distance NE of our target on Mount Keen. Lesson learned: pay as much attention to the map and compass when in woodland as you would on the moors in horizontal sleet.