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About us and our site This scrapbook acts as
a repository for the mementos of the walks we go on throughout the year. This is
because we have the most appalling memories imaginable and would probably forget
everything in a week without a good scrapbook to put everything in. We've
already got loads of old-fashioned, paper ones but they
take up far too much room: the website also creates far less dust than the
scrapbooks. Andy started
hiking
at the age of 12 when he was forced to walk up and down
mountains in Wales on a camping trip with the school. This was back in the days
when the school was allowed to kill you in any imaginable way they could think
of, without being sued. Despite the sadistic teachers, continuous downpours and
howling wind, the wild beauty of the mountains and the intense feeling of
freedom awoke in him a real love for stomping around in the countryside.
Subsequent training in the
Scouts gave him the knowledge and experience to continue the hobby and in 1978
at the age of 16 he walked the entire 300 miles of the
Pennine Way with a
school friend. It took over three weeks of wading through
knee-deep mud, over some of the harshest environments in Britain to reach the
end, and it literally
nearly killed them. Andy doesn't have much recollection of
what they lived on, but it was most likely
tea,
biscuits and jam sandwiches.
On teaming up with Andy
in the first year of the new millennium, Gill was immediately squad marched
along the treacherous
coastal path on the Isle of
Man, dragged kicking and
screaming along the
South Downs
Way and even forced up
Snowden by the evil maniac.
Finally, after being pulled from her comfortable warm bed and tortured in this
way for months on end, she finally had to confess that she had come to love it
too (Andy says its called
Stockholm Syndrome). Since then she has gone on to become a highly
experienced hiker in her own right and can now get out of bed on a Saturday
morning herself without being pulled out by the ankle. A final note. Andy & Gill
"If you pick 'em up, O Lord, I'll put 'em
down" |
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