During the 1980’s, a disparate (or
was that “desperate”?) band of Woodham Comp. staff started (ir)regular
walking trips to the Lake District, and “Woodham Walkers” came into
being. This is a photographic record of some of those adventures.
While Phil, Chris and Dave went
on to complete the climb, Ged, John and Alan considered that continuing
to live was preferable to sudden death from falling several thousand
feet off an icy knife-edge arête,
retreated, and spent most of the afternoon in the White Horse, Scales.
When the other three finally
struggled in at 3.05pm, cold, tired and thirsty, imagine their reaction
when the landlord refused to serve them - the licensing laws of the
time. My, how we laughed!
The Sharp Edge (Blencathra) debacle
in the snow, 8th Jan 82