Every Thursday is Ladies Night

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"These are the days, marching t'ward us with vengeance in their eyes.

These are the days, racing toward us with blood on their teeth and
lips."

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We cant make the Refuge D'artlet where we are meant to be staying - it's too
cold and none of us fancy the two hour walk followed by having to set up the
tents. So we make for a closer refuge. But visibility is down to 20ft and we
cant find the path and so decide to go "off piste" and try and find our own
way down. This is a mistake. The grass is slippy and the slope steeper than
the map is telling us and very soon we're confronted with a sheer drop. We
traverse the top of it and manage to get down safely. Ray Meers would have
given us SUCH a bollocking. So,one hugely scary ridge descent later and we
turn up at the building to find that it's not a refuge but a shephards house
- he gamely lets us stay in his field. There is not one square inch of it
that isn't covered in cow, dog, goat or sheep shit. Morale hits an all time
low.
1st Sep 2005, 21:48  

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