The Sharp Edge (Blencathra) debacle
in the snow, 8th Jan 82. Exciting stuff!
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!