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 In business arising from minutes Frank Ashdown again raised the question of obituary notices in the magazine. He said that two persons with names identical with two club members had recently died and premature condolences had been expressed. The Editor said that, if you wrote to the editor when you died, it would be published, (e.g. "Dear Editor, I'm dying. P.S. I'm dead"​). In business arising from minutes Frank Ashdown again raised the question of obituary notices in the magazine. He said that two persons with names identical with two club members had recently died and premature condolences had been expressed. The Editor said that, if you wrote to the editor when you died, it would be published, (e.g. "Dear Editor, I'm dying. P.S. I'm dead"​).
  
-The Conservation Secretary said that he had received a letter from Myles Dunphy asking us to protest to the Minister for Mines and the Minister for Lands against the granting of mining leases in the Colong Caves area - as we did in 1939 about other leases at Yerranderie. He said the leases had not yet been granted. Tom Moppett said that the mining was on behalf of the Metropolitan Cement Co., and that the cement would go their works at Maldon, near Picton. It was said that the Rural Bank and the B.H.P. were interested. The Tourist Bureau had succeeded in stopping a quarry at Wombeyan Caves. In the dicussion ​that followed it was pointed out that this move was connected with the intention of discontinuing quarrying at Bungonia. Limestone was required for industry, and it might be necessary to indicate other deposits not in scenic areas. In the absence of any motion no action was taken.+The Conservation Secretary said that he had received a letter from Myles Dunphy asking us to protest to the Minister for Mines and the Minister for Lands against the granting of mining leases in the Colong Caves area - as we did in 1939 about other leases at Yerranderie. He said the leases had not yet been granted. Tom Moppett said that the mining was on behalf of the Metropolitan Cement Co., and that the cement would go their works at Maldon, near Picton. It was said that the Rural Bank and the B.H.P. were interested. The Tourist Bureau had succeeded in stopping a quarry at Wombeyan Caves. In the discussion ​that followed it was pointed out that this move was connected with the intention of discontinuing quarrying at Bungonia. Limestone was required for industry, and it might be necessary to indicate other deposits not in scenic areas. In the absence of any motion no action was taken.
  
 Ron Knightley told us that no trail had yet been cut over Clear Hill as the organiser was not available on the week-end arranged. Ron Knightley told us that no trail had yet been cut over Clear Hill as the organiser was not available on the week-end arranged.
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 In his Conservation Report Tom Moppett said that about 20 bushwalkers and about 20 from the Sutherland Brigade had turned out to fight a fire in National Park one evening a couple of weeks earlier. He said that the bushwalkers,​ who were on the job until about 11.30 p.m., were able to do really useful work in putting out the remnants of the fire, which could have broken out again the next day. Tom also announced that a meeting was planned on the afternoon of Sat. 16th Feb., to form the National Parks Association. In his Conservation Report Tom Moppett said that about 20 bushwalkers and about 20 from the Sutherland Brigade had turned out to fight a fire in National Park one evening a couple of weeks earlier. He said that the bushwalkers,​ who were on the job until about 11.30 p.m., were able to do really useful work in putting out the remnants of the fire, which could have broken out again the next day. Tom also announced that a meeting was planned on the afternoon of Sat. 16th Feb., to form the National Parks Association.
  
-Most of the rest of the meeting was devoted to a discussion of a motion that the Club was in favour of the acquisition of a suitable ski hut in the Kosciusko area. Alex Colley said that a great deal of discussion and several unofficial meetings had already taken place. There was much enthusiasm, and those interested felt that the project was now definite enough to be placed before the meeting. He said that accommodation in the snow country was expensive and had to be shared with other organisations. He had found that ski holidays were much easier to organise and more enjoyable with an S.B.W. party who knew each other well, and could be depended on to do their share of the many chores in a hut. Many members enjoyed summer holidays too in the snow country, and the hut would be suitable for one of two families. It was a very worth while project, but it should be realised from the outset that the difficulties were formidable. We needed money, labour and organisation. Though the hut now under offer, and believed to be suitable, would cost £300, it had to be moved, foundations built, septic tank, water supply, plumbing, stove and internal fittings installed, and painting to be done. John Scott had estimated, on the scrappy information which could be supplied at this stage, that it would cost altogether £800, but, as building always costs more than estimated, it would be well to budget for at least £1,000. There appeared to be a fair prospect of getting the bulk of this in shares and loans. Finance, however, would probably be the easiest part. Building a hut in a remote place meant constant difficulty in organising materials, transport etc. He thought that between thirty and fifty man-weeks of labour would be required to do the job. This meant thirty to fifty members would have to be prepared to give a week to the work, or, alternatively,​ less members for longer. It was very tiring to travel 350 miles, work hard, and travel back, and not much could be done in less than a four day trip. The organising of all this meant a great deal of work and then the running of the hut, collecting of fees, maintenance - e.g. painting every 3 years - and getting in supplies, called for persons willing to give considerable time to it. But so long as members clearly realised what was involved, and were willing to put their backs into it, there was no difficulty we could not overcome. Other organisations had done it and so could we. In fact we had great advantages because we had a wide variety of practical talent in the club and we met frequently and regularly. The project would be a wonderful thing for the Club. It would bring the members together more and give us a common objective. It would probably ​attact ​new members. A big camp on the hut site attended by 30 or more members and families would be most enjoyable.+Most of the rest of the meeting was devoted to a discussion of a motion that the Club was in favour of the acquisition of a suitable ski hut in the Kosciusko area. Alex Colley said that a great deal of discussion and several unofficial meetings had already taken place. There was much enthusiasm, and those interested felt that the project was now definite enough to be placed before the meeting. He said that accommodation in the snow country was expensive and had to be shared with other organisations. He had found that ski holidays were much easier to organise and more enjoyable with an S.B.W. party who knew each other well, and could be depended on to do their share of the many chores in a hut. Many members enjoyed summer holidays too in the snow country, and the hut would be suitable for one of two families. It was a very worth while project, but it should be realised from the outset that the difficulties were formidable. We needed money, labour and organisation. Though the hut now under offer, and believed to be suitable, would cost £300, it had to be moved, foundations built, septic tank, water supply, plumbing, stove and internal fittings installed, and painting to be done. John Scott had estimated, on the scrappy information which could be supplied at this stage, that it would cost altogether £800, but, as building always costs more than estimated, it would be well to budget for at least £1,000. There appeared to be a fair prospect of getting the bulk of this in shares and loans. Finance, however, would probably be the easiest part. Building a hut in a remote place meant constant difficulty in organising materials, transport etc. He thought that between thirty and fifty man-weeks of labour would be required to do the job. This meant thirty to fifty members would have to be prepared to give a week to the work, or, alternatively,​ less members for longer. It was very tiring to travel 350 miles, work hard, and travel back, and not much could be done in less than a four day trip. The organising of all this meant a great deal of work and then the running of the hut, collecting of fees, maintenance - e.g. painting every 3 years - and getting in supplies, called for persons willing to give considerable time to it. But so long as members clearly realised what was involved, and were willing to put their backs into it, there was no difficulty we could not overcome. Other organisations had done it and so could we. In fact we had great advantages because we had a wide variety of practical talent in the club and we met frequently and regularly. The project would be a wonderful thing for the Club. It would bring the members together more and give us a common objective. It would probably ​attract ​new members. A big camp on the hut site attended by 30 or more members and families would be most enjoyable.
  
-Paddy Pallin quoted the experience of the Orana Hut, which had started out as just a shack for 8 people, containing three stretchers at the beginning, and with the members doing all the work. But it had been necessary to spend £2,500 over the last 3 or 4 years. Nevertheless he thought the project would raise enthusiasm, ​attact ​members, and be a fillip to the Club generally.+Paddy Pallin quoted the experience of the Orana Hut, which had started out as just a shack for 8 people, containing three stretchers at the beginning, and with the members doing all the work. But it had been necessary to spend £2,500 over the last 3 or 4 years. Nevertheless he thought the project would raise enthusiasm, ​attract ​members, and be a fillip to the Club generally.
  
 Arthur Gilroy raised the question of foundations,​ which might prove very expensive, and Bob Duncan said that the foundations of the C.S.I.R.O. hut had cost £300. Peter Stitt said that the Trust no longer insisted on a stonemason doing the job. Dot Butler said that the project would draw the members together as had Bluegum Forest. Mr. Cleary had advanced the money to buy the forest and over a period of years, dances, theatre parties and other functions had been arranged to raise funds. These social activities were enjoyed for themselves quite apart from their purpose. Arthur Gilroy raised the question of foundations,​ which might prove very expensive, and Bob Duncan said that the foundations of the C.S.I.R.O. hut had cost £300. Peter Stitt said that the Trust no longer insisted on a stonemason doing the job. Dot Butler said that the project would draw the members together as had Bluegum Forest. Mr. Cleary had advanced the money to buy the forest and over a period of years, dances, theatre parties and other functions had been arranged to raise funds. These social activities were enjoyed for themselves quite apart from their purpose.
  
-Tom Moppett said that the poject ​had come up before but few people had been interested. He thought it would help the Club spirit. Distance was the greatest difficulty, and the work would have to be done on holidays, Easter and Christmas. The Trust had rejected the huts of the Snowy Mountains Authority because they warped when taken apart and the warping would be worse if the hut was left lying around. (Here it was suggested that the President could insure us against warping). The site was most important because a good summer site - e.g. on Mount Stilwell, would be very unsuitable for winter. We should seek advice from others who had built huts.+Tom Moppett said that the project ​had come up before but few people had been interested. He thought it would help the Club spirit. Distance was the greatest difficulty, and the work would have to be done on holidays, Easter and Christmas. The Trust had rejected the huts of the Snowy Mountains Authority because they warped when taken apart and the warping would be worse if the hut was left lying around. (Here it was suggested that the President could insure us against warping). The site was most important because a good summer site - e.g. on Mount Stilwell, would be very unsuitable for winter. We should seek advice from others who had built huts.
  
 Peter Stitt said that some of the dismantled huts had been left lying about for a couple of months, and warping was understandable. In N.Z. Clubs smaller than ours had built huts 80 to 200 miles from the city, and one to four hours walk from the road. A whole hut and ski-tow had been carried up a "real mountainside - an ice-axe job." Peter Stitt said that some of the dismantled huts had been left lying about for a couple of months, and warping was understandable. In N.Z. Clubs smaller than ours had built huts 80 to 200 miles from the city, and one to four hours walk from the road. A whole hut and ski-tow had been carried up a "real mountainside - an ice-axe job."
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 Colin Putt said that huts on low foundations were most practical, since the main danger was that the hut would be pushed off the foundations,​ and the lower it was the less this danger. Paddy Pallin said that it might be worth our while to consider buying the Alpine Club Hut, which was for sale for £1,200. It was not on a road. Colin Putt said that huts on low foundations were most practical, since the main danger was that the hut would be pushed off the foundations,​ and the lower it was the less this danger. Paddy Pallin said that it might be worth our while to consider buying the Alpine Club Hut, which was for sale for £1,200. It was not on a road.
  
-The motion to acquire a suitable hut was then carried without dissent. Another motion - that members be circularised to ascertain the amount of financial support, labour, and administrative assistance they were prepared to give, was also carried. It was decided to give Frank Duncan, who is going to Kosicusko for a holiday, a letter from the Club to the Park Trust, saying that he was empowered to make inquiries on our behalf and to inform the manager of the Trust and the Snowy Mountains Authority of the steps we had already ​takan. It was considered this would ensure that the hut under offer would be kept for us.+The motion to acquire a suitable hut was then carried without dissent. Another motion - that members be circularised to ascertain the amount of financial support, labour, and administrative assistance they were prepared to give, was also carried. It was decided to give Frank Duncan, who is going to Kosicusko for a holiday, a letter from the Club to the Park Trust, saying that he was empowered to make inquiries on our behalf and to inform the manager of the Trust and the Snowy Mountains Authority of the steps we had already ​taken. It was considered this would ensure that the hut under offer would be kept for us.
  
 A Committee was appointed to consider the project further and report back to the next meeting. It consisted of Peter Stitt, Frank Duncan, Bob Duncan, Colin Putt, John Scott, Arthur Gilroy, Dot Butler, Neil Monteith and Alex Colley. A Committee was appointed to consider the project further and report back to the next meeting. It consisted of Peter Stitt, Frank Duncan, Bob Duncan, Colin Putt, John Scott, Arthur Gilroy, Dot Butler, Neil Monteith and Alex Colley.
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-Overheard at the Christmas Party:- Digby and Geof wagering dangerous bets - if our teetotaller Walks Secretary could be persauded ​to completely imbibe one (1) only glass of the hard stuff, then Digby promised to dance round the floor on his hands! Apparently the awful consequences of either escapade suddenly struck both parties simultaneously as they were seen to quickly come to a gentleman'​s agreement (?) and call the whole thing quits.+Overheard at the Christmas Party:- Digby and Geof wagering dangerous bets - if our teetotaller Walks Secretary could be persuaded ​to completely imbibe one (1) only glass of the hard stuff, then Digby promised to dance round the floor on his hands! Apparently the awful consequences of either escapade suddenly struck both parties simultaneously as they were seen to quickly come to a gentleman'​s agreement (?) and call the whole thing quits.
  
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-AXE-PLNY IN MAHRATTA AVENUE+=== The Sanitarium Health Food Shop. === 
- wor..1 1.+ 
 +Offers quality dried fruits, nuts and biscuits. Delicious fruit sweets. Wholesome, light ry-king crisp bread
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 +Amazing, low economy prices. 
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 +Come to our store at 13 Hunter Street, and see our wonderful range of health-giving foods - for walking trips and home use. 
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 +===== Axe-Play In Mahratta Avenue===== 
 - Our Special Correspondent. - Our Special Correspondent.
- Those who heard such expressions as "​We'​ll raze them to the ground - roots and all4" "​Starve the white-antsl" "Not even a blade of grass!"​ falling from the lips of Federation Delegate Ron Knightley and Vice- President Alex Colley at the Christmas party, ​night have thought they were merely off-loading their inhibitions. Had they been present in Mahratta Avenue, Wahroonga, the next day, they would have seen that these were no idle words. The Federation Delegate and the Vice-President started in with their axes on the Knightley block in the morning. Soon they were joined by the President, with his axe, and by Tim Coffee. The effects of the Christmas Party were evidenced by a certain amount of heavy breathing and grunting, but soon the avenue resounded to the regular ring of axes, the thud of mattocks, and the crash of trees. Nervous neighbours looked over their fences to see which way the next one would fall, and the children gathered around. The climax to the day's fun came when the top branches of a 50 foot iron bark brought down the power lines. Sparkling and crackling lines dropped to earth and fire-works ran from pole to pole. The Land Rover, which was joined to the schemozzle of branches and wires by a wire rope, was electrified,​ but not, to the disappointment of the neighbours, its driver. As night descended the F.D. aid the V.P. drove off, leaving the Council electricians busily at the top of their poles, and the muttering residents of Mahratta Avenue groping for their candles and primuses. + 
-On the Sunday the F.D. and the V.P. sought peace and relaxation in the bush. They went to the Christmas treat at Bare Creek. But the Boy Scouts had got there first with their axes. When they had nothing better to do, which was most of the time, they hacked into a three foot log. By the end of the day, after many thousands of blows had been struck, they had severed the log with a vertical cut two feet wide all the way down. This sort of thing should be stopped. +Those who heard such expressions as "​We'​ll raze them to the ground - roots and all!" "​Starve the white-ants!" "Not even a blade of grass!"​ falling from the lips of Federation Delegate Ron Knightley and Vice-President Alex Colley at the Christmas party, ​might have thought they were merely off-loading their inhibitions. Had they been present in Mahratta Avenue, Wahroonga, the next day, they would have seen that these were no idle words. The Federation Delegate and the Vice-President started in with their axes on the Knightley block in the morning. Soon they were joined by the President, with his axe, and by Tim Coffee. The effects of the Christmas Party were evidenced by a certain amount of heavy breathing and grunting, but soon the avenue resounded to the regular ring of axes, the thud of mattocks, and the crash of trees. Nervous neighbours looked over their fences to see which way the next one would fall, and the children gathered around. The climax to the day's fun came when the top branches of a 50 foot iron bark brought down the power lines. Sparkling and crackling lines dropped to earth and fire-works ran from pole to pole. The Land Rover, which was joined to the schemozzle of branches and wires by a wire rope, was electrified,​ but not, to the disappointment of the neighbours, its driver. As night descended the F.D. and the V.P. drove off, leaving the Council electricians busily at the top of their poles, and the muttering residents of Mahratta Avenue groping for their candles and primuses. 
-"It may be a good issue of'the "​Bushwalker",​ Gertrude, but I still say he'll ruin his eyesight reading in bed."​ + 
-11+On the Sunday the F.D. and the V.P. sought peace and relaxation in the bush. They went to the Christmas treat at Bare Creek. But the Boy Scouts had got there first with __their__ ​axes. When they had nothing better to do, which was most of the time, they hacked into a three foot log. By the end of the day, after many thousands of blows had been struck, they had severed the log with a vertical cut two feet wide all the way down. This sort of thing should be stopped. 
-THE BUNK SPACES ​+ 
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 +[ Cartoon of two kangaroos and a joey in the mother'​s pouch reading the SBW magazine. ] 
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 +"It may be a good issue of the "​Bushwalker",​ Gertrude, but I still say he'll ruin his eyesight reading in bed."​ 
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 +===== The Blank Spaces===== 
 - Jim Brown - Jim Brown
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 During September the "​S.M.Herald"​ published a "​Holiday Supplement",​ mostly made up of advertising matter, ranging from lavish guest house entreaties (you know, "first class cuisine,"​ "cosy and attractive lounge bar" stuff) to travel goods. Sandwiched in between were a few articles on scenic and tourist resorts and I looked at these with a lack-lustre eye until I noticed a map of the Blue Mts. During September the "​S.M.Herald"​ published a "​Holiday Supplement",​ mostly made up of advertising matter, ranging from lavish guest house entreaties (you know, "first class cuisine,"​ "cosy and attractive lounge bar" stuff) to travel goods. Sandwiched in between were a few articles on scenic and tourist resorts and I looked at these with a lack-lustre eye until I noticed a map of the Blue Mts.
-It was one of those lovely little maps with nothing to scale, but adorned with sketches and comments - something like those mediaeval charts which depict whales spouting or queer fish whenever the cartographer was at a loss. Except that, in this case, the little figures used to fill in the blank spaces were mostly hikers. ​-So I looked again, with an alert and critical eye, and I found five sets of walkers, in each case a man and a girl, and one tent with a campfire. + 
-Reading west to east, the first pair of walkers, both in long pants, are heading towards Katoomba from -Cox's River, ​boradly ​in the right position to be on the Six-Foot Track (or maybe Black Jerry'​s Ridge). There is a billy hanging from the man's pack, so obviously he at least is a tyro, but since they must fetch up with Megalong +It was one of those lovely little maps with nothing to scale, but adorned with sketches and comments - something like those mediaeval charts which depict whales spouting or queer fish whenever the cartographer was at a loss. Except that, in this case, the little figures used to fill in the blank spaces were mostly hikers. So I looked again, with an alert and critical eye, and I found five sets of walkers, in each case a man and a girl, and one tent with a campfire. 
-if they continue the way they'​re facing, we needn'​t worry about them.+ 
 +Reading west to east, the first pair of walkers, both in long pants, are heading towards Katoomba from Cox's River, ​broadly ​in the right position to be on the Six-Foot Track (or maybe Black Jerry'​s Ridge). There is a billy hanging from the man's pack, so obviously he at least is a tyro, but since they must fetch up with Megalong if they continue the way they'​re facing, we needn'​t worry about them. 
 The next pair is well to the north, and although both are wearing shorts, the chap is again dangling a billy from his pack. There'​s something a little screwy here because they'​re east of the Perry'​s Lookdown track yet headed towards the gulf of Govett'​s Leap Creek. Maybe they'​re going to take the cliff track back to Blackheath. The next pair is well to the north, and although both are wearing shorts, the chap is again dangling a billy from his pack. There'​s something a little screwy here because they'​re east of the Perry'​s Lookdown track yet headed towards the gulf of Govett'​s Leap Creek. Maybe they'​re going to take the cliff track back to Blackheath.
-Just across the gorge, and almost certainly heading into Leura from Lochley'​s Pylon is the third pair. Both wearing longs, but no dangling billy. That's better. Even if they are heading east we all know that the Lochley'​s-Mount Hay track turns and twists, so we presume they know their business. + 
-SOMB way scuth of them, another slacks-wearing duo is descending off Mount Solitat.y ​into Kedumba. No billy. Direction fair enough. No comment. +Just across the gorge, and almost certainly heading into Leura from Lochley'​s Pylon is the third pair. Both wearing longs, but no dangling billy. That's better. Even if they are heading east we all know that the Lochley'​s - Mount Hay track turns and twists, so we presume they know their business. 
-But HeavensWhat's this? Plunging into the Labyrinth somewhere east of Woodford is the last party. The billy is swinging low and the packs are bigger than the others. In fact, the girl is definitely leaning forward and bending at the knees. Good thing they'​ve got their longs on because they'​re going into mighty scratchy country. Maybe they'​re headed for St. Helena by the back door, but if so, I think they'​re already on the wrong ridge. Search andRescue job, probably. + 
-But this tent and fire - it really worries me. It's depicted south-east from Mt. Hay on a range almost overlooking Wentworth Crk. Now I've been there, in fact I camped almost at the very spot shown, +Some way south of them, another slacks-wearing duo is descending off Mount Solitary ​into Kedumba. No billy. Direction fair enough. No comment. 
-12. + 
-about three miles away from Horrible Hay on the wrong side. And I'm really worried about those people. What's more, there'​s a fire blazing and no one in sight, and bet that country is ready to burn like tinder. +But HeavensWhat's this? Plunging into the Labyrinth somewhere east of Woodford is the last party. The billy is swinging low and the packs are bigger than the others. In fact, the girl is definitely leaning forward and bending at the knees. Good thing they'​ve got their longs on because they'​re going into mighty scratchy country. Maybe they'​re headed for St. Helena by the back door, but if so, I think they'​re already on the wrong ridge. Search and Rescue job, probably. 
-If I go on like this I'll really get all worked up - let MB have a look instead'at the "Blue Pool" - placed very near Euroka Clearing' ​- Oh yes, and the Explorers'​ Tree (shown complete with foliage ). Ahs that's better. I must try to forget those poor people on that awful ridge. ​'After all, they got themselves into that spot - let 'em get out again. Anyone who goes there deserves what he gets. + 
- 11111..  +But this tent and fire - it really worries me. It's depicted south-east from Mt. Hay on a range almost overlooking Wentworth Crk. Now I've been there, in fact I camped almost at the very spot shown, about three miles away from Horrible Hay on the wrong side. And I'm really worried about those people. What's more, there'​s a fire blazing and no one in sight, and bet that country is ready to burn like tinder. 
-RAIN ON MY SUNGLASSES + 
-Robs Laird,+If I go on like this I'll really get all worked up - let me have a look instead at the "Blue Pool" - placed very near Euroka Clearing - Oh yes, and the Explorers'​ Tree (shown complete with foliage ). Ah, that's better. I must try to forget those poor people on that awful ridge. After all, they got themselves into that spot - let 'em get out again. Anyone who goes there deserves what he gets. 
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 +===== Rain On My Sunglasses===== 
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 +Ross Laird
 "How about a game of circlos,"​ sez she. "How about a game of circlos,"​ sez she.
-"​Right"​ sez I, "just a minute till I get my sunglasses"​. "Ohl you won't need them, it's a bit dull up top", sez she. "But it'll be glarey",​ sez I. + 
-Half an hour later on the games deck of the S.S. ORONSAY ​- +"​Right"​ sez I, "just a minute till I get my sunglasses"​. "Oh! you won't need them, it's a bit dull up top", sez she. "But it'll be glarey",​ sez I. 
-"A mighty game", sez I, "This next game should show the winner of the set. "I hope we can finish it before the rain COMBS, but gosh we'll have to hurry' ​sez she. + 
-"Come on then and let's get moving",​ sez I. "Too late, here it comes now, but never mind lets try anf finish this point' ​Blast-missed it." "My point and set", sez she, "told you I'd beat you."​ +Half an hour later on the games deck of the S.S. Oronsay ​- "A mighty game", sez I, "This next game should show the winner of the set. "I hope we can finish it before the rain comes, but gosh we'll have to hurry," ​sez she. 
-"​Unfair advantage",​ sez I, "I couldn'​t see a thing - I've got "Rain on my Sunglasses"​. - And thats how it all started., + 
-We (i.e. 7 of us) left Netherhall Gardens, Hampstead, where Don anon are living, on Friday 6th October on a cycling trip through the south west of England, hoping to be away till the end of the month. +"Come on then and let's get moving",​ sez I. "Too late, here it comes now, but never mind lets try and finish this point." "Blast-missed it." "My point and set", sez she, "told you I'd beat you." ​ 
-We took a train from Paddington Steam Station London to Oxford, 60 odd miles in a slightly north of west direction from the '​bigsmoke. The weather was perfect, blue skies with large white clouds floating round and a gentle breeze blowing.. Theafternoon was spent cycling around ancient old Oxford with all 'her colleges and universities,​ her-Norman + 
-,towers and qudht old shops, needless to say, burning ​Kodachromo ​at a fabulous rate. At 5 o'​clock we were lined up at the entranceto ​the Youth Hostel in Jack Straws Lane, approx. ​-1mile from the centre of the town. +"​Unfair advantage",​ sez I, "I couldn'​t see a thing - I've got "Rain on my Sunglasses"​. - And thats how it all started. 
-The hostel, as were all the others we were to stay in on this trip, was a-big old home converted into a hostel, sleeping about 70 people. At this time of year the average English person, a more serious type, has settled ​dawn for the long winter and it was with some slight joy that we learnt we could expect ​Practically ​empty hostels right through, because believe me, put the seven "​Waltzing ​Matildast ​"into a 70 bed hostel and it was crowded and noisy, put them into a beautiful winding country lane on their seven tempramental bikes and they completely filled it from the privet hedge on one side to the Cottoneaster or Hawthorn bank onthe other, - usually in two rows advancing drunkenly like a small unruly army and usually (ig it + 
-13. +We (i.e. 7 of us) left Netherhall Gardens, Hampstead, where Don and I are living, on Friday 6th October on a cycling trip through the south west of England, hoping to be away till the end of the month. We took a train from Paddington Steam Station London to Oxford, 60 odd miles in a slightly north of west direction from the big smoke. The weather was perfect, blue skies with large white clouds floating round and a gentle breeze blowing. The afternoon was spent cycling around ancient old Oxford with all her colleges and universities,​ her Norman towers and quaint ​old shops, needless to say, burning ​Kodachrome ​at a fabulous rate. At 5 o'​clock we were lined up at the entrance to the Youth Hostel in Jack Straws Lane, approx. 1/2 mile from the centre of the town. 
-was flat and down hill) singing bushwalking songs at the tops of their voices. Put them on a main A class highway and it was enough to make the most hardened long distance truck drivers blanch with terror. + 
-So we pedalled and pushed, pushed and swore our way to Hanwell, a small village 3 miles north of Banbury (of"​Ride a Cock Horse"​fame) which in turn is 25 north of Oxford. +The hostel, as were all the others we were to stay in on this trip, was a big old home converted into a hostel, sleeping about 70 people. At this time of year the average English person, a more serious type, has settled ​down for the long winter and it was with some slight joy that we learnt we could expect ​practically ​empty hostels right through, because believe me, put the seven "​Waltzing ​Matildas'​" into a 70 bed hostel and it was crowded and noisy, put them into a beautiful winding country lane on their seven tempramental bikes and they completely filled it from the privet hedge on one side to the Cottoneaster or Hawthorn bank on the other, - usually in two rows advancing drunkenly like a small unruly army and usually (if it was flat and down hill) singing bushwalking songs at the tops of their voices. Put them on a main A class highway and it was enough to make the most hardened long distance truck drivers blanch with terror. So we pedalled and pushed, pushed and swore our way to Hanwell, a small village 3 miles north of Banbury (of "Ride a Cock Horse" fame) which in turn is 25 north of Oxford. 
-It was about 6p.m. and we seven along with two other chaps also staying at the hostel, were all sitting in the common room, writing letters and bringing diaries up to date when the door opened. The most natural ​thibg to do in such circumstances is to look up and see who the newcomer happens to be. In walked Ken Meadows. Much was the talking, the laughing, the introductions and the general swopping of stores ​that went on through dinner and the washing up. Ken had been to Hanwell before and knew the whereabouts of the local and as we hadn't up to this stage been into a genuine English '​pub',​ it was soon decided ​wherd we would spend our evening. + 
-That an experience to walk down a dark winding laneway till you come across an old, old building, whitewashed and vine covered with a swinging sign over the doorway which states in bold lettering, along wi.th a symbolic painting of a large pair of antlers "The White Deer" "​Genuine Cotswold Ale". You push open the door and march into a very crowded bar room which at first glance appears to be full of stale smoke filled air and lots of old silent people, silent because all conversation has ceased as soon as it is noticed that eight peculiarly dressed ​strapgers ​have dared to come into their pub. In the quickest possible time we were shown into an adjoining room in which sat a dozen or so Teddy Boys and their girlfriends and so the evenihg ​passes with strange "rock 'n roll songs"​.+It was about 6 p.m. and we seven along with two other chaps also staying at the hostel, were all sitting in the common room, writing letters and bringing diaries up to date when the door opened. The most natural ​thing to do in such circumstances is to look up and see who the newcomer happens to be. In walked Ken Meadows. Much was the talking, the laughing, the introductions and the general swopping of stories ​that went on through dinner and the washing up. Ken had been to Hanwell before and knew the whereabouts of the local and as we hadn't up to this stage been into a genuine English '​pub',​ it was soon decided ​where we would spend our evening. 
 + 
 +What an experience to walk down a dark winding laneway till you come across an old, old building, whitewashed and vine covered with a swinging sign over the doorway which states in bold lettering, along with a symbolic painting of a large pair of antlers "The White Deer" "​Genuine Cotswold Ale". You push open the door and march into a very crowded bar room which at first glance appears to be full of stale smoke filled air and lots of old silent people, silent because all conversation has ceased as soon as it is noticed that eight peculiarly dressed ​strangers ​have dared to come into their pub. In the quickest possible time we were shown into an adjoining room in which sat a dozen or so Teddy Boys and their girlfriends and so the evening ​passes with strange "rock 'n roll songs"​. 
 Back to the hostel before 10 o'​clock (closing time) we tear. Lights out at 10.30, so it wasn't long before comparative peace reigned through the Hanwell hostel. Back to the hostel before 10 o'​clock (closing time) we tear. Lights out at 10.30, so it wasn't long before comparative peace reigned through the Hanwell hostel.
-The next day, Sunday Ken headed back towards Bath where he was then working and we in the opposite direction to Stow-on-the-Wold in + 
-the Cotswold Hills. This by the way was my birthday. What a difference between last year's party and this year's push and pedal episode. Thirty two wear $ uphill miles later we arrived at Stow-on-the-Wold. A qUdht little village built mainly of the famous and beautiful golden Cotswold sandstone, it stands at the north of the Cotswolds. +The next day, Sunday Ken headed back towards Bath where he was then working and we in the opposite direction to Stow-on-the-Wold in the Cotswold Hills. This by the way was my birthday. What a difference between last year's party and this year's push and pedal episode. Thirty two weary uphill miles later we arrived at Stow-on-the-Wold. A quaint ​little village built mainly of the famous and beautiful golden Cotswold sandstone, it stands at the north of the Cotswolds. 
-The weather had by late afternoon turned dull and next morning it was drizzling slightly so there were no photographs taken at Stow. From there we pushed on to Duntisbourne Abbots through places like Lower Slaughter and Bourtan-on-the-Water. At the latter place we went to a Witchcraft exhibition. There before us mahy weird and terrifying rituals were unravelled - how to curse your wife's lover or turn ourself into a toadstool etc. The most amazing thing about the exhibition was the fact that approximately 90% of the gee on show had been borrowed from groups of odd bods who are actually still practicing these rites. Somewhere after Bourton we took a wrong turning and instead of doing the expected 20 miles that day we finished up doing 33. That would have been alright in itself if the 33 miles hadn't included Birdlip Hill. Whatl you've never heard of Birdlip Hill? Just come over here to England and talk to hostellers and see if you hear about it. + 
-14. +The weather had by late afternoon turned dull and next morning it was drizzling slightly so there were no photographs taken at Stow. From there we pushed on to Duntisbourne Abbots through places like Lower Slaughter and Bourtan-on-the-Water. At the latter place we went to a Witchcraft exhibition. There before us many weird and terrifying rituals were unravelled - how to curse your wife's lover or turn ourself into a toadstool etc. The most amazing thing about the exhibition was the fact that approximately 90% of the gear on show had been borrowed from groups of odd bods who are actually still practicing these rites. Somewhere after Bourton we took a wrong turning and instead of doing the expected 20 miles that day we finished up doing 33. That would have been alright in itself if the 33 miles hadn't included Birdlip Hill. What! you've never heard of Birdlip Hill? Just come over here to England and talk to hostellers and see if you hear about it. 
-The mists rolled in and the rains driEzled ​down, a chilly wind blew up from nowhere. We pushed our machines along and so we became further and further apart - and then we came to Birdlip Hill. Tip and up we went, round a bend and up and up - forever upwards into the eternal mist,. A gang of roadworkers stared in amazement as one by one, at long intervals, cyclists pushed past them with glazed and stoney ​expressicns, until at last out of the mists came three girls, dead beat. This was too much even for the workmen. "Where you going" sez they. "​Don'​t ​knowP, sez the girls. "Well where are you going to sleep",​ sez they. "​Don'​t know", sez the girls, "​we'​ve lost the rest + 
-of the crowd"​. "Ohl" sez they, "the leader is about an hour and a +The mists rolled in and the rains drizzled ​down, a chilly wind blew up from nowhere. We pushed our machines along and so we became further and further apart - and then we came to Birdlip Hill. Up and up we went, round a bend and up and up - forever upwards into the eternal mist. A gang of roadworkers stared in amazement as one by one, at long intervals, cyclists pushed past them with glazed and stoney ​expressions, until at last out of the mists came three girls, dead beat. This was too much even for the workmen. "Where you going" sez they. "​Don'​t ​know", sez the girls. "Well where are you going to sleep",​ sez they. "​Don'​t know", sez the girls, "​we'​ve lost the rest of the crowd"​. "Oh!" sez they, "the leader is about an hour and a half ahead of you". "Blast them," sez the girls, sinking down onto the edge of the roadway, "if they'​re that far ahead we may as well have a rest." "Well have a cuppa tea," sez theyAnd so they did. "Tell us," sez they, "why do you all wear sunglasses?"​ "To keep out the glare and the wind whenever we do happen to go down hill," sez the girls. "But how can you see," sez they, "when you've got Rain on your Sunglasses."​ 
-half ahead of you". "Blast them," sez the girls, sinking down onto + 
-the edge of the roadway, "if they'​re that far ahead we may as well have +It was well after six and pitch dark when we arrived at Duntisbourne Abbots that night, cold, tired, dirty and oh so hungry. There we were welcomed like Royalty. We were shown our respective dormitories and then fed in the warden'​s own kitchen on home cured meat and home made bread and butter. 
-a rest." "Well have a cuppa tea," sez theyAnd so they did. "Tell us," sez they, "why do you all wear sunglasses?"​ + 
-"To keep out the glare and the wind whenever we do happen to go down hill," sez the girls. "But how can you see," sez they, "when you've got Rain on your Sunglasses."​ +From there we went via Cirencester,​ the town where King Arthur celebrated his coronation about the year dot, on to Inglesham. The least said about this, our first Wiltshire hostel the better. The only good thing about it was that the weather had cleared up again and was really lovely. From Inglesham to Ashton Keynes, a beautiful old farm house where my duty was to chop down an old apple tree in the orchard. The bike shed here was also used as a roosting shed by the fowls. We spent a very interesting afternoon at the Criklade (a small town about 4 miles from Ashton Keynes) Pottery where a young couple are turning out some wonderfully artistic pottery. 
-It was well after six and pitch da-k When we arrived at Duntisbourne Abbots that night, cold, tired, dirty and oh so hungry. There we were welcomed like Royalty. We were shown our respective dormitories and then fed in the warden'​s own kitchen on home cared meat and home made bread and butter. + 
-From there we went via Cirencester,​ the town where King Arthurcelebrated his coronation about the year dot, on to Inglesham.. The least said about this, our first Wiltshire hostel the better. The only good thing about it was that the weather had cleared up again and was really lovely. From Inglesham to Ashton Keynes, a beautiful old farm house where my duty was to chop down an old apple tree in the orchard. The bike shed here was also used as a roosting shed by the fowls. We spent a very interesting afternoon at the Criklade (a small town about 4 miles from Ashton Keynes) Pottery where a young couple are turning out some wonderfully artistic pottery. +Next stop was Marlborough. Here we ran into the last night of the National Wardens'​ Conference of the British Y.H.A. What a wonderful welcome they gave us, and how we sang till the early hours of the morning. The next day enroute ​to the ancient Roman city of Bath we called in at Avebury. It is here that the earliest traces of mankind ​in the British Isles is to be found. We wandered down avenues lined on either side with huge monoliths, saw the outlines of their temples and how they kept the good spirits ​in and the bad ones out by surrounding the whole area with a water filled moat. 
-Next stop was Marlborough. Here we ran into the last night of the National Wardens'​ Conference of the British Y.H.A. What a wonderful welcome they gave us, and how we sang till the early hours of the morning. The next day enraute ​to the ancient Roman city of Bath we called in at Avebury. It is here that the earliest traces of mankingl ​in the British ​-Isles is tobe found. We wandered down avenues lined on either side with huge monoliths, saw the outlines of their temples and how they kept the good sperits ​in and the bad ones out by surrounding the whole area with a water filled moat. + 
-Bath - a beautiful old city built in a natural amphitheatre of hills. It is here that the Romans had a flourishing city, much of which has been excavated and is now on show to whdever ​is interested. We spent a very full weekend roaming round Bath, exploring its little winding back streets and by attending a full choral service in the Old Bath Abbey. From here we visited the famous Well's Cathedral. +Bath - a beautiful old city built in a natural amphitheatre of hills. It is here that the Romans had a flourishing city, much of which has been excavated and is now on show to whoever ​is interested. We spent a very full weekend roaming round Bath, exploring its little winding back streets and by attending a full choral service in the Old Bath Abbey. From here we visited the famous Well's Cathedral. 
-Onto our machines again and off round the Mendip Hills to Cheddar, famous for its cheeses and its gorge. We visited the caves which aren't to be compared with our Jenolan and explored the gorge, ate Cheddar cheeses and went to the pictures on a special late pass to see + 
-15. +Onto our machines again and off round the Mendip Hills to Cheddar, famous for its cheeses and its gorge. We visited the caves which aren't to be compared with our Jenolan and explored the gorge, ate Cheddar cheeses and went to the pictures on a special late pass to see "​Richard ​III". From Cheddar to Street where the hostel is an old converted wooden Quaker rest house. Street is 2 miles past the town of Glastonbury where Christianity was first preached by St. Joseph of Arimathea. Here we visited the ruins of the Cathedral that was built in his honour. It fell into ruins after Oliver Cromwell on Henry VIII orders took the lead from the roof to use in his battle against the churches. It is also here that the staff of St. Joseph ​when placed in the ground took root and grew into the famous Glastonbury Thorn tree that blossoms every Christmas despite the snow and cold of winter, as well as in Spring. 
-"​Richard ​111". From Cheddar to Street where the hostel is an old converted wooden Quaker rest house. Street is 2 miles pas-b.-the town of Glastonbury where Christianity was first preached by St.Joseph.of Arimathea. Here we visited the ruins of the Cathedral that was built in his honour. It fell into ruins after Oliver Cromwell on Henry V111 orders took the lead from the roof to use in his battle against the churches. It is also here that the staff of St.Joseph ​than placed in the ground took root and grew into the famous Glastonbury Thorn tree that blossoms every Christmas despite the snow and cold of winter, as well as in Spring. + 
-The next day we pushed on to Minehead on the west coast of Somerset - from here we couldbok ​over onto the coast of Wales. It was our longest day, nearly 42 miles, but it was worth it as it gave us a spare day to explore the lanes and hamlets of this fascinating area. Once again the weather had turned dirty on us, and so we decided to get back home to London as soon as possible as some of us had shocking +The next day we pushed on to Minehead on the west coast of Somerset - from here we could look over onto the coast of Wales. It was our longest day, nearly 42 miles, but it was worth it as it gave us a spare day to explore the lanes and hamlets of this fascinating area. Once again the weather had turned dirty on us, and so we decided to get back home to London as soon as possible as some of us had shocking ​colds. 
-So it was' ​that as we headed for the railway station at Minehead that Saturday morning in October just 320 miles and 15 days after leaving Oxford and one week ahead of our expected arrival back in London, that we overheard this snippet of conversation between two elderly ladies. ​ to keep the rain off their faces,"​ sez the + 
-first. "But my dear," sez the second, "how can they see when they'​ve got Rain on their Sunglasses"​. +So it was that as we headed for the railway station at Minehead that Saturday morning in October just 320 miles and 15 days after leaving Oxford and one week ahead of our expected arrival back in London, that we overheard this snippet of conversation between two elderly ladies. ​"​.... ​to keep the rain off their faces,"​ sez the first. "But my dear," sez the second, "how can they see when they'​ve got Rain on their Sunglasses"​. 
-Also from Rosso..... "​Listen my so called friends, as yet I haven'​t heard one scrap of news from anybody in S.B.W. That I can assure you is a bit tough after month. S.O.S. to all S.B.W'​s - my permanent address is - Flat 6 - 67 Netharhall Gardens, Hampstead. N.W.3. + 
-Editor'​s Comment: Well, the Rosso wanted a long letter and he sure is going to get it - and howl That 100ft. length of toilet paper (conjured up by a score of S.B.W. characters) now winging its way to the Old Dart should silence even him far many moons. +---- 
-CHRISTMAS HOP OF 156+ 
-- Jim Brawn+Also from Rosso..... "​Listen my so called friends, as yet I haven'​t heard one scrap of news from anybody in S.B.W. That I can assure you is a bit tough after month. S.O.S. to all S.B.W'​s - my permanent address is - Flat 6 - 67 Netharhall Gardens, Hampstead. N.W.3. 
-If you wanted a sound factual report of the American Civil War you may not approach aConfederate General - but you certainly wouldn'​t seek it from a conscientious objector; and in this wise I feel that the Deputy Editor does you an unkindness in getting me to record the doings at a DANCE+ 
-Well there were 78 present - not 730 or 88 or 89 as variously stated during the evening, and that makes it numerically a small ',hop" for Sydney Bush Walkers. At the same time it was a pleasantly cosy sort of evening, all very amiable and informal - I can't recall seeing any "ties and tails" on the men, and precious few elaborate ​bail gowns on the ladies. A few of the troops wore shprts, including John Noble and Ron Knightley, as well as Alex Colley who gets his +Editor'​s Comment: Well, the Rosso wanted a long letter and he sure is going to get it - and how! That 100ft. length of toilet paper (conjured up by a score of S.B.W. characters) now winging its way to the Old Dart should silence even him for many moons. 
-16. + 
-fifth or sixth "​bar"​ to the initial ​decortian ​for such valour. +---- 
-The floor, they tell me, was very sluggish, and that was probably true enough, but not heavy enough to discourage most of + 
-the light fantastic feet. Presently (about 9.30) some white goo was broadcast over the deck, and this coupled with the dew falling from heated ​faeheads ​produced a surfact ​slippery enough to cause Binnsiefs ​downfall (and one other - was it Stan Madden?) +===== Christmas Hop Of '56===== 
-It was a goodly and representative sort of gatheAng, with rather less of the Old Brigade than in other years, but a nice sprinkling of the newer crew, and enough of the middling group, so that there were no lonely and lost souls. + 
-We remember, particularly,​ Peter Stitt putting aside his crutches and bobbing vigorously on the floor; a highly irregular competition with some Past (and the current) Presidents vying with potential Presidents to maintain the exultait ​cry of "​Cheee-eee-eeeeee-eeers0 ​It seems certain that some of the Presidents to be will be audible all over the Meeting Room, but I'd give the award to the old and the bold at the Party. Better trained or better lubricated ​- or both. +- Jim Brown. 
-I heard it said that we managed to beef out so much uproar, in spite of our meagre numbers - that the R.S.L. had a couple of stern-looking characters waiting ​ in the foyer to remove the more sodden objectionables. Of course, as ever, we bewildered them by becoming, suddenly, respectable and peaceable citizens, going about our law abiding pursuits. Just for a little while a small portion of the City had held something of the temper of a Bush Reunion. + 
-TIM ODD AUSTRALIAN+If you wanted a sound factual report of the American Civil War you may not approach a Confederate General - but you certainly wouldn'​t seek it from a conscientious objector; and in this wise I feel that the Deputy Editor does you an unkindness in getting me to record the doings at a __dance__! 
-- Bernard Peach + 
-Coast & Mountain Walkers. +Well there were 78 present - not 730 or 88 or 89 as variously stated during the evening, and that makes it numerically a small "hop" for Sydney Bush Walkers. At the same time it was a pleasantly cosy sort of evening, all very amiable and informal - I can't recall seeing any "ties and tails" on the men, and precious few elaborate ​ball gowns on the ladies. A few of the troops wore shorts, including John Noble and Ron Knightley, as well as Alex Colley who gets his fifth or sixth "​bar"​ to the initial ​decoration ​for such valour. 
-In many an odd ocrner ​of France I had put up my small tent without comment, and late on one dark night, stretched out in my sleeping bag in a market garden mistaking it for open land. + 
-Morning found me comfortably curled up in an onion bed, but the young French workers were mae interested in the quality of my sleeping bag than in the dent I'd made in their onions.+The floor, they tell me, was very sluggish, and that was probably true enough, but not heavy enough to discourage most of the light fantastic feet. Presently (about 9.30) some white goo was broadcast over the deck, and this coupled with the dew falling from heated ​foreheads ​produced a surface ​slippery enough to cause Binnsie'​s ​downfall (and one other - was it Stan Madden?) 
 + 
 +It was a goodly and representative sort of gathering, with rather less of the Old Brigade than in other years, but a nice sprinkling of the newer crew, and enough of the middling group, so that there were no lonely and lost souls. 
 + 
 +We remember, particularly,​ Peter Stitt putting aside his crutches and bobbing vigorously on the floor; a highly irregular competition with some Past (and the current) Presidents vying with potential Presidents to maintain the exultant ​cry of "​Cheee-eee-eeeeee-eeers!" ​It seems certain that some of the Presidents to be will be audible all over the Meeting Room, but I'd give the award to the old and the bold at the Party. Better trained or better lubricated - or both. 
 + 
 +I heard it said that we managed to beef out so much uproar, in spite of our meagre numbers - that the R.S.L. had a couple of stern-looking characters waiting in the foyer to remove the more sodden objectionables. Of course, as ever, we bewildered them by becoming, suddenly, respectable and peaceable citizens, going about our law abiding pursuits. Just for a little while a small portion of the City had held something of the temper of a Bush Reunion. 
 + 
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 + 
 +===== The Odd Australian===== 
 + 
 +- Bernard PeachCoast & Mountain Walkers. 
 + 
 +In many an odd corner ​of France I had put up my small tent without comment, and late on one dark night, stretched out in my sleeping bag in a market garden mistaking it for open land. 
 + 
 +Morning found me comfortably curled up in an onion bed, but the young French workers were more interested in the quality of my sleeping bag than in the dent I'd made in their onions. 
 I believe you could sleep on the cobbles of any French village square without arousing any curiosity beyond, "Oh, La, La," from the passers-by, who would give a friendly grin and leave you to doze off in peace. I believe you could sleep on the cobbles of any French village square without arousing any curiosity beyond, "Oh, La, La," from the passers-by, who would give a friendly grin and leave you to doze off in peace.
-It is different with the English. A traditional conservatism is still alive. The shelter of a barn would readily be given to a wanderer caught between town at nightfall and more kindness than that for the asking, but one who spends a night by the wayside in a sleeping + 
-17-6, +It is different with the English. A traditional conservatism is still alive. The shelter of a barn would readily be given to a wanderer caught between town at nightfall and more kindness than that for the asking, but one who spends a night by the wayside in a sleeping bag is regarded as an odd character. I had experience of this on my way to the English ​mountains. 
-bag is regarded as an odd character. I had experience of this on myway to the English ​mountdLns+ 
-Feeling tired, and knowing that the Stratford ​ Hostel couldn'​t ​ be reached by nightfall, I bedded down in deep grass by the roadway - thorn and wild rose hedge above MB and the singing of nightingales making the twilight very pleasant as it settled in. +Feeling tired, and knowing that the Stratford Hostel couldn'​t be reached by nightfall, I bedded down in deep grass by the roadway - thorn and wild rose hedge above me and the singing of nightingales making the twilight very pleasant as it settled in. 
-Then my first visitor strolled along and said, "I say, Are you all right?"​ I assured him that I was quite comfortable until morning, when I would move on to Stratford. + 
-. +Then my first visitor strolled along and said, "I say, are you all right?"​ I assured him that I was quite comfortable until morning, when I would move on to Stratford. 
-With a shocked expression he came close (as if to study g)me.: ​peculiarity). "But you're not going to sleep in that bag th.ing,are you? It might rain." He went off sCratching ​his head and, having found out that I was Australian, no doubt wondered at the odd type being produced in the Commonwealth. + 
-The second visitor refused to be convinced that it was right or normal behaviour on my party and firmly and courteously he carried ​Me off to be installed in the barn of a nearby farm. +With a shocked expression he came close (as if to study some peculiarity). "But you're not going to sleep in that bag thing, are you? It might rain." He went off scratching ​his head and, having found out that I was Australian, no doubt wondered at the odd type being produced in the Commonwealth. 
-This was an introduction to the English way of doing things, + 
-SONG OF THE BUSHWALKER ​(We hopes +The second visitor refused to be convinced that it was right or normal behaviour on my party and firmly and courteously he carried ​me off to be installed in the barn of a nearby farm. 
-As free as air-bound anywhere ... along the lanes I stray; + 
-So keep your cars and handlebars - on foot I take my way; Beneath the trees - just as I please, I saunter in the sun, My humble pack upon by back that'​s ​my idea of fun. +This was an introduction to the English way of doing things. 
-No tax I pay for this highway - no licence I must buy - + 
-For I'm complete with two good feet(?)-why pedal, drive or fly? The pace is sLow, but so I go, I see so many things - +---- 
-Sheep, rabbits, cows - and mills and ploughs-queer folk, and flowers + 
-and wings. The woods are grand if you can stand and listen all alone; +===== Song Of The Bushwalker ​(We hope!) ===== 
-There'​s mystery round every tree, in every leaf and cone. + 
-It's good to stroll-with no set goals just where your fancies lead, Away from all the rush and noise, the clamour and the speed. +As free as air-bound anywhere... along the lanes I stray;\\ 
-The fields and brooks are open books-the mountains and the skies- And as I roam-from Nature'​s tome, I read...and so grow wise. Such happiness as I possess demands no worldly wealth, +So keep your cars and handlebars - on foot I take my way;\\ 
-For on I plod-just thanking God for life and strength and health.+Beneath the trees - just as I please, I saunter in the sun,\\ 
 +My humble pack upon by back... that'​s ​__my__ ​idea of fun. 
 + 
 +No tax I pay for this highway - no licence I must buy -\\ 
 +For I'm complete with two good feet(?) - why pedal, drive or fly?\\ 
 +The pace is slow, but so I go, I see so many things -\\ 
 +Sheep, rabbits, cows - and mills and ploughs - queer folk, and flowers and wings. 
 + 
 +The woods are grand if you can stand and listen all alone;\\ 
 +There'​s mystery round every tree, in every leaf and cone.\\ 
 +It's good to stroll - with no set goal, just where your fancies lead,\\ 
 +Away from all the rush and noise, the clamour and the speed. 
 + 
 +The fields and brooks are open books - the mountains and the skies -\\ 
 +And as I roam - from Nature'​s tome, I read... and so grow wise.\\ 
 +Such happiness as I possess demands no worldly wealth,\\ 
 +For on I plod - just thanking God for life and strength and health. 
 - mostly Patience Strong. - mostly Patience Strong.
-WHAT EVERY TROGO SHOULD KNOWS:+ 
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 + 
 +=== What every Trogo should know!! === 
 Holes that go six inches into the ground vertically are not necessarily limestone caves, neither are holes that go horizontally into a hillside and end in a wombat. Holes that go six inches into the ground vertically are not necessarily limestone caves, neither are holes that go horizontally into a hillside and end in a wombat.
-f #+ 
-or 1957. May we see the bush kept green.W Paddy wishes Bushwalkers all good things +---- 
-1 .  + 
- and lovely - freefrom fires, ​draughts f  1 4,: +===== Paddy Made===== 
-and despoilers. ​,p t ; 0 + 
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-and good luck to the proposed ski huts+Paddy wishes Bushwalkers all good things for 1957. May we see the bush kept green. and lovely - free from fires, ​droughts ​and despoilers. 
 May many more youngsters this year join the Club to learn in full the joy of their heritage in the Bush. May many more youngsters this year join the Club to learn in full the joy of their heritage in the Bush.
-Make a habit of calling in on Paddy when in the city. There'​s always something ​NEW.+ 
 +and good luck to the proposed ski hut! 
 + 
 +Make a habit of calling in on Paddy when in the city. There'​s always something ​new. 
 + 
 +For the breakfast-in-bed-brigade.... 
 Quart tins of Shellite - 3/9 Quart tins of Shellite - 3/9
-For the mechanised transport  ​ 
-Wallans Lightweight Car Tents Price List Free. 
-Phone:​BM2685 
-For the breakfast-in-bed-brigade .... 
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-PADDY PALLIN 15TY.LTD. 
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-PADDY FAL.L.1N 
-Lightweight Camp Ceqr 
-201 CASTLEREACH St SYDNEY 
-ONE NINE FIVE SEVEN- 
  
-YOU ARE INVITED ​  +For the mechanised transport.... 
-TO SUBSCRIBE TO +   
-"THE SYDNEY BUSHUALKER"​ +Wallans Lightweight Car Tents Price List Free.
-MONTHLY MAGAZINE +
-ANNUAL SUBSCRIPTION RATES: +
-POSTED TO ADDRESS ​  10/-d(incl.Fostage) +
-RESERVED IN CLUBROOM ​  7/-d. +
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-The Business Manager, "The Sydney BushWalker"​ Box 4476, G.P.O., SYDNEY. +
-I enclose Magazine for the twelve inclusive+
-Name   +
-Magazine, +
-,/-dbeing Annual Subscription to your months February, 1957 to January, 1958 +
-Address (if magazine to be posted)+
  
-Please make CHEQUES payable: "The Sydney Bushwalker"​ Magazine Account +Paddy Palling Pty LtdLightweight Camp Gear.
-Please make POSTAL NOTES payable: "The Sydney Bushwalkers"​ at G.P.0.0 Sydney.+
  
 +201 Castlereagh St., Sydney. Phone: BM2685.
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 +You are invited to subscribe to "The Sydney Bushwalker"​ monthly magazine.
 +
 +Annual subscription rates:
 +
 +  * Posed to address... 10/-d. (incl. Postage)
 +  * Reserved in Clubroom... 7/-d.
 +
 +The Business Manager,\\
 +"The Sydney Bushwalker"​ Magazine,\\
 +Box 4476, G.P.O., Sydney.
 +
 +I enclose /-d. being Annual Subscription to your Magazine for the twelve months February, 1957 to January, 1958 inclusive.
 +
 +Name...\\ ​
 +Address (if magazine to be posted)...
 +
 +Please make cheques payable: "The Sydney Bushwalker"​ Magazine Account.
 +
 +Please make Postal Notes payable: "The Sydney Bushwalkers"​ at G.P.O., Sydney.
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