Post by doug789 on May 31, 2011 11:51:43 GMT -1
An intrepid bunch equipped with pith helmets and fly whisks set off into darkest Yorkshire in their attempt to achieve nothing in particular other than a good time.
Shortly after the start first base camp was made after a grueling 5 minute walk from the car park to the White Wells cafe. No one was brave enough to try the plunge pool but we all managed to buy a hot drink. First problem of the day was trying make out what sex the person serving the drinks was.
After a photo-shoot we continued over the moors to the cow and calf rocks where Lindy put us all to shame by climbing the calf, bravery pill for breakfast obviously. Pathetic attempts to even get off the ground in the quarry were quickly abandoned.
We then set off for Ilkley moor some of us ba tat. As we gained height the wind battered us but the views at the top were a reasonable reward for this beating. Julia then diverted us from our route to a stone circle called the twelve apostles. I have to admit that this was not the most spectacular site but at least looked like a bit like an ancient monument as distinct to some sites I have visited. Those of you famiilar with the good the bad and the ugly will have noticed its similarity to the grave yard in the film. In fact one of the stones said Arch Stanton (well it could have).
Checking on the map (about a twenty minute job in the howling wind) it was noticed that we were less than half a mile away from the point we planned to get to, however this entailed a yomp across the moor. Monika managed to step into a bog and was never seen again.
Reaching the boundary wall we used it as a shelter from the wind to have some lunch. Conversation here revolved around Emilio's Jokes which I couldn't hear and explanation on the technical difficulties of feeding wind generated power into a supply line. It is a safe bet that this was probably the first time this was a topic of conservation at this place.
Setting off we followed the wall across the moor. For this part of the walk we were first accompanied by the plaintive cry of the curlew and later by the noise of some brain dead oiks on trail bikes. May their skin burst out in boils and blisters.
Descending the moor we eventually came to Britain's least spectacular tourist attraction, the swastika stone. Lingering at least 5 seconds to take in its glory we set off down Hebers Ghyll which was unfortunately dry so we couldn't appreciate the waterfalls.
That evening we sat around the camp fire drinking lashings of ginger beer and singing Gin gan gooly gooly or we may have been on some decking in Bradford, drinking beer and eating a barbecue. Monika who had miraculously reappeared showed us that she had OCD when it comes to cooking. Evenutally we had to chain her up as she had already cooked enough for 5,000.
The day ended happily as Man U were beaten and we then played on the Wii. This was useful as I know not what to buy.
Shortly after the start first base camp was made after a grueling 5 minute walk from the car park to the White Wells cafe. No one was brave enough to try the plunge pool but we all managed to buy a hot drink. First problem of the day was trying make out what sex the person serving the drinks was.
After a photo-shoot we continued over the moors to the cow and calf rocks where Lindy put us all to shame by climbing the calf, bravery pill for breakfast obviously. Pathetic attempts to even get off the ground in the quarry were quickly abandoned.
We then set off for Ilkley moor some of us ba tat. As we gained height the wind battered us but the views at the top were a reasonable reward for this beating. Julia then diverted us from our route to a stone circle called the twelve apostles. I have to admit that this was not the most spectacular site but at least looked like a bit like an ancient monument as distinct to some sites I have visited. Those of you famiilar with the good the bad and the ugly will have noticed its similarity to the grave yard in the film. In fact one of the stones said Arch Stanton (well it could have).
Checking on the map (about a twenty minute job in the howling wind) it was noticed that we were less than half a mile away from the point we planned to get to, however this entailed a yomp across the moor. Monika managed to step into a bog and was never seen again.
Reaching the boundary wall we used it as a shelter from the wind to have some lunch. Conversation here revolved around Emilio's Jokes which I couldn't hear and explanation on the technical difficulties of feeding wind generated power into a supply line. It is a safe bet that this was probably the first time this was a topic of conservation at this place.
Setting off we followed the wall across the moor. For this part of the walk we were first accompanied by the plaintive cry of the curlew and later by the noise of some brain dead oiks on trail bikes. May their skin burst out in boils and blisters.
Descending the moor we eventually came to Britain's least spectacular tourist attraction, the swastika stone. Lingering at least 5 seconds to take in its glory we set off down Hebers Ghyll which was unfortunately dry so we couldn't appreciate the waterfalls.
That evening we sat around the camp fire drinking lashings of ginger beer and singing Gin gan gooly gooly or we may have been on some decking in Bradford, drinking beer and eating a barbecue. Monika who had miraculously reappeared showed us that she had OCD when it comes to cooking. Evenutally we had to chain her up as she had already cooked enough for 5,000.
The day ended happily as Man U were beaten and we then played on the Wii. This was useful as I know not what to buy.