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 Clarice Morris
-This has nothing to do with the House of Dior or with Helena Rubenstein, in the general sense, But have you ever thoight what a source of inspiration bushvralkers, especially their nocturnal appearance, cc uld provide for leaders in the fashion and beauty worlds?
+This has nothing to do with the House of Dior or with Helena Rubenstein, in the general sense, But have you ever thought what a source of inspiration bushvralkers, especially their nocturnal appearance, could provide for leaders in the fashion and beauty worlds?
-If a fashion-conscious designer caught a glimpse of some irospectives taking to the track for the first time, I'm sure he would dash to his drawing board and with a few strokes here and there suggest some attire not only comfortable, but also functional and attractive. I remenber my own experience as a raw prospective on the trip up Glenb rook Gorge. I arrived for the day in low lace-up kid shoes with kromhyde soles, and a woollen skirt. It poured all afternoon. While I hopped like bandy wallaby from rock to rock, shivering when rain trickled down. my collar, Kath Brown enlightened me on the correct and practical attire fcr bushwalking, plus additional advice on what to wear to bed, By the end of the walk the soles were off DTI- shoes and Iry knees chafed - so I took her advice about, what to wear on the track . but to bed  ah, that s a personal choice: That's where the fun begins.
+If a fashion-conscious designer caught a glimpse of some prospectives taking to the track for the first time, I'm sure he would dash to his drawing board and with a few strokes here and there suggest some attire not only comfortable, but also functional and attractive. I remember my own experience as a raw prospective on the trip up Glenbrook Gorge. I arrived for the day in low lace-up kid shoes with kromhyde soles, and a woollen skirt. It poured all afternoon. While I hopped like bandy wallaby from rock to rock, shivering when rain trickled down my collar, Kath Brown enlightened me on the correct and practical attire for bushwalking, plus additional advice on what to wear to bed. By the end of the walk the soles were off the shoes and my knees chafed - so I took her advice about what to wear on the track. But to bed ah, that s a personal choice: That's where the fun begins.
 Kath's bedtime story was recalled during the recent holiday weekend. I sat watching a very experienced walker prepare for retiring. On went ski-pants, extra jumpers, night-cap and gloves. A -whole chapter could be written on the nocturnal disguise of bushwalk-ers for some people swear by three pairs of sox, others by hot water bottles, while the head-warmer brigade are a crowd on their own. Some snuggle down into hooded sleeping bags and look like Sherpas on the upper slopes of the Himalayas. Some favour balaclavas, others hark back to a bit of fur like cavemen ancestors, while many look as though they have the mumps - not to mention the ski- cap fans who like to look both warm and attractive.
 A couple of years ago on a trip with another club, on which four S.B.W' s were present, I took stockinette pyjamas, as it was a two week trip. The first night I dressed for bed in my unaccustomed finery. The next night. I couldn't ,find the legs anywhere. Not wanting to sound suspicious or negligen t, I didn't say anything to my sleeping companions - but I kept my eyes open, and wondered. On the 12th day of the trip one of the females sleeping nexb to me said: "I believe I must've been wearing your pyjama pants all this time". She did wash then so they were clean to takL., home - but that was the end of pyjamas for me. Now I sleep in slacks.