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-Page 4TiE SYDNEY BUSIRTALICE. MARCH q 1975 +=====Teh Bush Walker.===== 
-MOUNTAINITEC + 
-EQUIP ENT +(In the track of Rupert Brook) 
-............... am ea. :ma Fee ma. .. Uo MO .10 AP  + 
-17 Falcon Street, Crows Nest, 2065. +by Dorothy Lawry1935 
-We stock some of the world'​s leading + 
-brands. We specialize in top quality +I have been so keen a walker; filled my lung\\ 
-Bushwalking and Mountaineering gear. +So deeply with the fragrance of the gums,\\ 
-SLEEPING '​BAGS-. lairs/ down +Their tang, their scent, their aromatic breath,\\ 
-+Their life invigorating,​ and pungent death.\\ 
-Advmade. +These are mere words! They lack the power, the strength\\ 
-mountain design, +To lift the head, each step give added length\\ 
-TENTS: +As do the mighty trees in vibrant life.\\ 
-camptrails, fjaliraven,​ +Yet, ere the City's grim and noisy strife\\ 
-paddymade, ultimate. +Drowns all, I would shut out the noise awhile\\ 
-Nr40,​..cokpck0OV'​S'​. +So peace can be remembered with a smile\\ 
-bevgbacts eIdey, tyPoon. +That smooths the furrowed brow, and finds again\\ 
-BOOTS: kastinger, scarpa. +Friends and brothers in one's fellow men. 
-438-1647 or 439-2454 + 
-be +Why do we fight, who are crowded here, hemmed in\\ 
-c r9hati +By walls, machinery, and ceaseless din?\\ 
-niptra +Components these of madness and despair!\\ 
-kartirnor,​ +Speed is a cage - we are all imprisoned there;\\ 
-,​prietdadinie dee +A curse - and we live beneath it, you and I;\\
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-Page 5. THE SYDNEY BUSHWALKER March, 1978."​ +
-THE BUSH WALKER. ​ +
-(In the-traok-of.Rupert Brook) +
-by Dorothy Lawry +
-1935 +
-I have been so keen a walker; filled my lungs So deeply with the fragrance of the gums, +
-Their tang, their scent, their aromatic breath, Their life invigorating,​ and pungent death. +
-These are mere words! They lack the power, the strength +
-To lift the head, each step give added length As do the mighty trees in vibrant life. Yet, ere the City's grim and noisy strife Drowns all, I would shut out the noise awhile So peace can be remembered with a smile +
-That smooths the furrowed brow, and finds again Friends and brothers in one's fellow men. +
-Why do we fight, who are crowded here, hemmed in By walls, machinery, and ceaseless din? +
-Components these of madness and despair! +
-Speed is a cage - we are all imprisoned there; A curse - and we live beneath it, you and I;+
 The goal itself - so we rush, and slave, and die. The goal itself - so we rush, and slave, and die.
-Yet, by the walker'​s road, I can escape, And change, and almost take another shape, And so keep sanity still, and came to peace, Wide-spread,​ serene, where jealousies cease, + 
-And simple things give pleasure; wants are few - To soothe jangled nerves, strength renew, +Yet, by the walker'​s road, I can escape,\\ 
-Out in the empty lands, gazing or glancing ​These I recall: +And change, and almost take another shape,\\ 
-Blue wavelets, sunlit, dancing, Chased by a breeze; a beach of golden sand; An eagle above me soaring; the wide land Beneath my feet; and rest after a climb; Oranges; and full many a view sublime; +And so keep sanity still, and came to peace,\\ 
-A scarce-seen,​ leafy path beneath tall trees; And trees themselves, that sway to every breeze, Standing straight and stately, friended or alone. +Wide-spread,​ serene, where jealousies cease,\\ 
-Then, the fine friendliness of birds, full-grown, Knowing not man; and the-liquid notes +And simple things give pleasure; wants are few -\\ 
-Of lyre-birds; butcher-birds;​ a song that floats Joyous and free, through sundrenched air, the calm Serenity that is the Mountain'​s charm; +To soothe jangled nerves, strength renew,\\ 
-The homeliness of a little fire, with tent close by, Then hot food, and fresh tea; a darkening ​Sky; +Out in the empty lands, gazing or glancing...\\ 
-Page THE SYDNEY BUSHWALICER March 1978. +These I recall: Blue wavelets, sunlit, dancing,\\ 
-The comfort and joy of the big camp-fire;​ +Chased by a breeze; a beach of golden sand;\\ 
-Flames leaping, while the fairy sparks fly higher Into the night, and the cold dark . +An eagle above me soaring; the wide land\\ 
-Comrades +Beneath my feet; and rest after a climb;\\ 
-And gay laughter, and song, and talk: Great Shades, And pleasing thoughts of-lesser men are here; Thoughts of our own; voices beautiful, or queer; Frogs in chorus, too - on bracken beds +Oranges; and full many a view sublime;\\ 
-We sink to sleep, and the silence spreads; +A scarce-seen,​ leafy path beneath tall trees;\\ 
-Night sounds, and silvery shafts of moonlight Slanting through trees add magic to the night; Fast-driving clouds, hiding the moon; the grey Coldness of dawn; bird-calls greeting day; +And trees themselves, that sway to every breeze,\\ 
-Wind; and sunshine; deep pools in creeks; +Standing straight and stately, friended or alone. 
-Lapstones; and long, steep ridges, crowned with peaks; The range-filled view; and trailing smoke of a train; - All these have brought me joy, and will again Whenever I escape, by secret thought, + 
-Or with my rucksack, from the city. Therels ​naught Can keep me from them while I/ve strength to walkYet do.I leave them, join in the fuss and talk, Fight the old fight for,bread, enslaved by goods, And insatiate appetites, timid moods. +Then, the fine friendliness of birds, full-grown,\\ 
-Oh, why do I yidld, when, out there, freedom waits, And all that's left of leisure, that creates Beauty'​s reflection ..... +Knowing not man; and the liquid notes\\ 
-And the great god, Pan, +Of lyre-birds; butcher-birds;​ a song that floats\\ 
-Retires, and watches, waits, withdraws, as man Destroys the face of the earth, and kills, and burns His source of food, and dies. +Joyous and free, through sundrenched air, the calm\\ 
-Then Nature returns. +Serenity that is the Mountain'​s charm;\\ 
-0! dear, green earth: ​01 mountains, deep within Your hearts the bushland ​keepl May we who win To peace, and living,Beauty, there enshrined, Guard them, and thee, forever, from mankind: +The homeliness of a little fire, with tent close by,\\ 
-OUR Val convarms.+Then hot food, and fresh tea; a darkening ​sky;\\ 
 +The comfort and joy of the big camp-fire;\\ 
 +Flames leaping, while the fairy sparks fly higher\\ 
 +Into the night, and the cold dark... Comrades\\ 
 +And gay laughter, and song, and talk: Great Shades,\\ 
 +And pleasing thoughts of lesser men are here;\\ 
 +Thoughts of our own; voices beautiful, or queer;\\ 
 +Frogs in chorus, too - on bracken beds\\ 
 +We sink to sleep, and the silence spreads;\\ 
 +Night sounds, and silvery shafts of moonlight\\ 
 +Slanting through trees add magic to the night;\\ 
 +Fast-driving clouds, hiding the moon; the grey\\ 
 +Coldness of dawn; bird-calls greeting day;\\ 
 +Wind; and sunshine; deep pools in creeks;\\ 
 +Lapstones; and long, steep ridges, crowned with peaks;\\ 
 +The range-filled view; and trailing smoke of a train; -\\ 
 +All these have brought me joy, and will again\\ 
 +Whenever I escape, by secret thought,\\ 
 +Or with my rucksack, from the city. There'​s ​naught\\ 
 +Can keep me from them while I've strength to walk!\\ 
 +Yet do I leave them, join in the fuss and talk,\\ 
 +Fight the old fight for bread, enslaved by goods,\\ 
 +And insatiate appetites, timid moods.\\ 
 +Oh, why do I yield, when, out there, freedom waits,\\ 
 +And all that's left of leisure, that creates\\ 
 +Beauty'​s reflection... And the great god, Pan,\\ 
 +Retires, and watches, waits, withdraws, as man\\ 
 +Destroys the face of the earth, and kills, and burns\\ 
 +His source of food, and dies. Then Nature returns.\\ 
 +O! dear, green earth: ​O! mountains, deep within\\ 
 +Your hearts the bushland ​keep! May we who win\\ 
 +To peace, and living Beauty, there enshrined,\\ 
 +Guard them, and thee, forever, from mankind! 
 + 
 +---- 
 + 
 +=====Our New Committee.===== 
 by Helen Gray. by Helen Gray.
-Many readers are unableto be fully involved in the Club but are none the less interested in the Club and the people who run it. Here is a brief introduction to the new Committee. + 
-.zeleReebFe is a New Zealander from a farming district near Dunedin.- -She first joinea ​a walking club when she went to London to live, where she found city life claustrophobic. After five years in that club she came to Sydney and joined S.B.W. Fazeley was elected to Committee the same night she became a member. After two years in that job she became Membership Secretary for two more years, and is now President. +Many readers are unable to be fully involved in the Club but are none the less interested in the Club and the people who run it. Here is a brief introduction to the new Committee. 
-Page 7G THE -b-riTillEY BUSHWALICR March, 1978. + 
-John Redfern(Vice-President & hembership_Secretary).joined ​five years ago and like Fazeley, has been working for the 0:​-J.b ​since ,joining. He has been a committee member, a consistent leader of walks and a worker at Coolana. John became Membership Secretary as well as Vice-President so as to be fully occupied, knowing that most vice-presidential jobs would be capably handled by - +===Fazeley Read (President):​=== 
-Bob HodEpon ​Vice-Presider, another ​who has worked on Committee since joining.,. He was Walks Secretary for two years and Vice-President for the next-twoBob leads many walks and is a keen sailor, canoeist and skier too, + 
-Alastair ​Batt-y-elSecre- has been on Committee and been a Vice-President for the past twoyear'​s. ​He is an ideal choibe ​for Secretary, a job made easier by - +Is a New Zealander from a farming district near Dunedin. She first joined ​a walking club when she went to London to live, where she found city life claustrophobic. After five years in that club she came to Sydney and joined S.B.W. Fazeley was elected to Committee the same night she became a member. After two years in that job she became Membership Secretary for two more years, and is now President. 
-Sheila Binns LasLELIELlearaLlEy.)Sheila became Treasurer the night she joined the Club 25 years ago.Since then she has beer on Committee every year except for those when she returned to her native England. If Sheila should leave us, the Club would-be in chaos for months! + 
-Neil Brown Treasures1 is an accountant who has already had a year in the job. Although he hails from Stanwell Tops he none the less comes to the clubrooms every Wednesday.  +===John Redfern(Vice-President & Membership Secretary):=== 
-Sliro Ha'​inakitas ​Walks Secrets:​413a: As Bill Ketas, he joined the Club in.1959.. Spire hasbeen ​a Committee Member, Vice-President,​ President, Editor and for the last two years, Secretary. He is, like Sheila, undoubtedly one of the hardest-working members of the ClUb+ 
-Christine ​Austiniiarla)_.(locial E.132eLLy_l. ​Chris has been a member for about seven years, although ​havinE;e-S.B.W. parents she has been around the Club since babyhood. She has' ​been on Committee as well as being Social Secretary last yea. Chris is a strong walker and skier. +Joined ​five years ago and like Fazeley, has been working for the Club since joining. He has been a committee member, a consistent leader of walks and a worker at Coolana. John became Membership Secretary as well as Vice-President so as to be fully occupied, knowing that most vice-presidential jobs would be capably handled by - 
-MarciaSh2IxprI_1222pittee -Member) ​is the American voice who answers the S.D.71b phone numberShe is also a Search & Rescue contact and has previously been Social Secretary and Treasurer. + 
-Barbara ​BruccLicommittee liembecomes from Sutherland way but still manages to attend Club meetings as well as going on walks. ​7-i txbara ​is well known as a leader of songs at re-unions+===Bob Hodgson (Vice-President):​=== 
-Pet...92.-Committee ​Yemberl, ​Peter goes on many walks and is a most consistent walks' ​leader, so is ,​anown ​to many members. He also is the organiser of the "​Dinner Before the Meeting' ​group. + 
-Hans Stichter Committee Member) ​is another who took on a Committee job almost as soon as he joined in.19759 ​and has been working and walking ever since. +Another ​who has worked on Committee since joining. He was Walks Secretary for two years and Vice-President for the next twoBob leads many walks and is a keen sailor, canoeist and skier too. 
-Helen ctm_ilLLanin 'That's me. I3m not on Committee but I'm giving myself a free plug. P.ve been in the Club since 1959 (I joined the same night as Spiro, in fact!) If I don't get enough material for the magazine I shall be forced to start reminiscing about my last 19 years in S.B.W. So - start writing, all you walkers! + 
-Page 8. THE SYDNEY BUSHWALKER March, 1978 +===Alastair ​Battye (Secretary):​=== 
-REFLECTIONS OF CLIMBER. by Dot Butler +  
-(Reprinted ​fimm the Sydney Rock Climbers magazine "​Thrutch",​ 1967) Note g ,Dot's maiden name was "Engli-S.h". +Has been on Committee and been a Vice-President for the past two year's. He is an ideal choice ​for Secretary, a job made easier by - 
-I was born a climber, as all children are, but whereas million ​+ 
-999 thousand, 999 out of 10 million have the climbing urge +===Sheila Binns (Assistant Secretary):=== 
-by fearful mothers, mine did nothing to discourage her children. It was no uncommon sight for the disapproving neighbours to ace all or any of the five English children ranging in age from two upwards, blodaining along the tips of the paling fences, clambering over the roof of the two-story terrace houses, or shinning up the big backyard trees, a gently-nurtured little Momma doing her best to follow up behind "just to keep an eye on the baby." It soon became evident to her that the lease proficient climber was herself ​en she wisely retired and left us to it. + 
-We lived our young lives in the Western suburbs. It was the horse and cart age, I was 7 before I saw my first motor car and 13 before I had my first ride in one. The rabbit-0 and clothes-prop merchants called their wares through the slow suburban streets; the lamplighter came along at dusk with his ladder, put it up against the laAp-posts, and a slowly growing line of soft yellow lights marked his progress. +Sheila became Treasurer the night she joined the Club 25 years ago. Since then she has been on Committee every year except for those when she returned to her native England. If Sheila should leave us, the Club would be in chaos for months! 
-We had no money and took it for granted that the fun we had, we had to make for ourselves. Climbing became our driving urge. Wiry and barefoot (none of us owned shoes till we went to high school), we + 
-.ranged over our local territory, racing like a pack of young baboons up and down and over everything, both man-made and natural, that offered the slightest scope for getting off the horizontal. We e-ould ​race to the top of thz tallest pine tree in 10 seconds flat and descend in an almost straight drop, just checking at each branch as we shot through. The palms of our hands were so horny from swinging around on our home-made gym equipment (rusty ​waterpipirg ​from the tip) that we could climb a te1e4r Q.pole, go hand over hand along the wire and come down the next pole. (Don't ask me why we weren'​t electrocuted.) +===Neil Brown (Treasurer):​=== 
-Sundays, our pockets full of loquots ​and green Quinces, we would trail off through the sheep paddocks which in those days occupied a good part of the southern side of Homebush, through the marsh and ti-trees of Potts Bush, to the Ohullora ​Railway yardsJust as the Sydney Rock Climbers haunt the Blue Mountains rook faces, so this place was our favourite testing ground. The prize was the great crane whose week-day job was to lift locomotives around. On Sundays it sat there, huge and unused. We would make a swift sortie from the railway cutting, up the arm, slide down the wire cable and away before the caretaker spotted ​los and grabbed up his saltpetre gun. You can see that the race was to the swift. The railway yards possessed a' ​great clay embankment, now ramoved. The civi-c ​fathers who tidy up their suburbs so that there are no wild challenges for the young climber are doing the present generation a great disservice. America is already in the sad position of being so scraped, scoured, sprayed, + 
-Page 9. THE SYDNEY BUSHWALKER LIARCHI 1978. +Is an accountant who has already had a year in the job. Although he hails from Stanwell Tops he none the less comes to the clubrooms every Wednesday.  
-bulldozed and flattened that the only way for the urban young to let off steam is to gang up and goout and bash someone up. Let's hope our own land will not follow suit. + 
-In the railway yards I tried out my first experiment in artificial climbing. This revolved round a sawn-off ​srewdriver. It had a smooth, wooden handle, sympathetic to the grip. From the base of the clay cliff we would eye off a feasible route, then make a long run and get as high as wecould with the impetus. The first pitch was invariably done in a state of swift excitement. The screwdriver would be plunged in with a mighty swing, the bare feet would rapidly excavate a toehold in the dry clay, and the climb was well started. So we ticked off all the mighty climbs close to home - sandstone quarries, clay pits, brick-kiln chimneys (up their dark inside, ​Where the littlest brother had difficultygetting started as his legs would barely stretch across), the outside of buildings, down wells, up posts and poles and pipes, trees and wires and cables. It was a glorious childhood. +===Spiro Hajinakitas (Walks Secretary):=== 
-By the time the two big brothers had reached high school age we were ready for more distant fields - a twopenny tram ride out to Bondi and the thrill of climbing the cliffs at Ben Buckler and jumping into the sea. It used to get very rough at times but that only added to the excitement. It was a lonely, unfrequented end of the beach. Generally we would have it to ourselves, but sometimes there would be a group of youths, with one wild-eyed beautiful girl among them, all diving and swimming in the bombora as naked as the day they were born. The story was she was a University student ​Who suffered an attack of enc4pha1itis ​which left her slightly crazy. She was Bee Miles. A recent newspaper picture of her in an Old Women'​s Home - a fat, lethargic, tamed old woman of 60 - was enough to make one weep for what destructive Time can do. + 
-Bradually ​the English family'​s climbing team disintegrated. The brothers migrated to tennis, racing motor-cars and canoeing respectively,​ the elder sister went away to the country, school teaching, and two years after leaving school, I joined the Bushwalkers. It was like a hand fitting into a glove that was exactly made for it; bushwalking and I were made for each other. For twelve years I never missed a week-end in the bush.+As Bill Ketas, he joined the Club in 1959. Spiro has been a Committee Member, Vice-President,​ President, Editor and for the last two years, Secretary. He is, like Sheila, undoubtedly one of the hardest-working members of the Club
 + 
 +===Christine ​Austin (Kirkby) (Social Secretary):​=== 
 + 
 +Chris has been a member for about seven years, although ​having ​S.B.W. parents she has been around the Club since babyhood. She has been on Committee as well as being Social Secretary last year. Chris is a strong walker and skier. 
 + 
 +===Marcia Shappert (Committee ​Member):=== 
 + 
 +Is the American voice who answers the S.B.W. phone numberShe is also a Search & Rescue contact and has previously been Social Secretary and Treasurer. 
 + 
 +===Barbara ​Bruce (Committee Member):=== 
 + 
 +Comes from Sutherland way but still manages to attend Club meetings as well as going on walks. ​Barbara ​is well known as a leader of songs at re-unions. 
 + 
 +===Peter Miller (Committee ​Member):​=== 
 + 
 +Peter goes on many walks and is a most consistent walks leader, so is known to many members. He also is the organiser of the "​Dinner Before the Meeting" ​group. 
 + 
 +===Hans Stichter ​(Committee Member):=== 
 + 
 +Is another who took on a Committee job almost as soon as he joined in 1975, and has been working and walking ever since. 
 + 
 +===Helen Gray (Editor):​=== 
 + 
 +That's me. I'​m ​not on Committee but I'm giving myself a free plug. I've been in the Club since 1959 (I joined the same night as Spiro, in fact!) If I don't get enough material for the magazine I shall be forced to start reminiscing about my last 19 years in S.B.W. So - start writing, all you walkers! 
 + 
 +---- 
 + 
 +=====Reflections Of Climber.===== 
 + 
 +by Dot Butler 
 + 
 +(Reprinted ​from the Sydney Rock Climbers magazine "​Thrutch",​ 1967) 
 + 
 +__Note__: ​Dot's maiden name was "English". 
 + 
 +I was born a climber, as all children are, but whereas ​million999 thousand, 999 out of 10 million have the climbing urge suppressed ​by fearful mothers, mine did nothing to discourage her children. It was no uncommon sight for the disapproving neighbours to see all or any of the five English children ranging in age from two upwards, blodaining along the tips of the paling fences, clambering over the roof of the two-story terrace houses, or shinning up the big backyard trees, a gently-nurtured little Momma doing her best to follow up behind "just to keep an eye on the baby." It soon became evident to her that the lease proficient climber was herself ​so she wisely retired and left us to it. 
 + 
 +We lived our young lives in the Western suburbs. It was the horse and cart age, I was 7 before I saw my first motor car and 13 before I had my first ride in one. The rabbit-0 and clothes-prop merchants called their wares through the slow suburban streets; the lamplighter came along at dusk with his ladder, put it up against the lamp-posts, and a slowly growing line of soft yellow lights marked his progress. 
 + 
 +We had no money and took it for granted that the fun we had, we had to make for ourselves. Climbing became our driving urge. Wiry and barefoot (none of us owned shoes till we went to high school), we ranged over our local territory, racing like a pack of young baboons up and down and over everything, both man-made and natural, that offered the slightest scope for getting off the horizontal. We could race to the top of the tallest pine tree in 10 seconds flat and descend in an almost straight drop, just checking at each branch as we shot through. The palms of our hands were so horny from swinging around on our home-made gym equipment (rusty ​waterpiping ​from the tip) that we could climb a telephone ​pole, go hand over hand along the wire and come down the next pole. (Don't ask me why we weren'​t electrocuted.) 
 + 
 +Sundays, our pockets full of loquats ​and green quinces, we would trail off through the sheep paddocks which in those days occupied a good part of the southern side of Homebush, through the marsh and ti-trees of Potts Bush, to the Chullora ​Railway yardsJust as the Sydney Rock Climbers haunt the Blue Mountains rook faces, so this place was our favourite testing ground. The prize was the great crane whose week-day job was to lift locomotives around. On Sundays it sat there, huge and unused. We would make a swift sortie from the railway cutting, up the arm, slide down the wire cable and away before the caretaker spotted ​us and grabbed up his saltpetre gun. You can see that the race was to the swift. The railway yards possessed a great clay embankment, now removed. The civic fathers who tidy up their suburbs so that there are no wild challenges for the young climber are doing the present generation a great disservice. America is already in the sad position of being so scraped, scoured, sprayed, bulldozed and flattened that the only way for the urban young to let off steam is to gang up and go out and bash someone up. Let's hope our own land will not follow suit. 
 + 
 +In the railway yards I tried out my first experiment in artificial climbing. This revolved round a sawn-off ​screwdriver. It had a smooth, wooden handle, sympathetic to the grip. From the base of the clay cliff we would eye off a feasible route, then make a long run and get as high as we could with the impetus. The first pitch was invariably done in a state of swift excitement. The screwdriver would be plunged in with a mighty swing, the bare feet would rapidly excavate a toehold in the dry clay, and the climb was well started. So we ticked off all the mighty climbs close to home - sandstone quarries, clay pits, brick-kiln chimneys (up their dark inside, ​where the littlest brother had difficulty getting started as his legs would barely stretch across), the outside of buildings, down wells, up posts and poles and pipes, trees and wires and cables. It was a glorious childhood. 
 + 
 +By the time the two big brothers had reached high school age we were ready for more distant fields - a twopenny tram ride out to Bondi and the thrill of climbing the cliffs at Ben Buckler and jumping into the sea. It used to get very rough at times but that only added to the excitement. It was a lonely, unfrequented end of the beach. Generally we would have it to ourselves, but sometimes there would be a group of youths, with one wild-eyed beautiful girl among them, all diving and swimming in the bombora as naked as the day they were born. The story was she was a University student ​who suffered an attack of encephalitis ​which left her slightly crazy. She was Bee Miles. A recent newspaper picture of her in an Old Women'​s Home - a fat, lethargic, tamed old woman of 60 - was enough to make one weep for what destructive Time can do. 
 + 
 +Gradually ​the English family'​s climbing team disintegrated. The brothers migrated to tennis, racing motor-cars and canoeing respectively,​ the elder sister went away to the country, school teaching, and two years after leaving school, I joined the Bushwalkers. It was like a hand fitting into a glove that was exactly made for it; bushwalking and I were made for each other. For twelve years I never missed a week-end in the bush. 
 There was a pack of us numbering ten or a dozen. These were the "​Tigers",​ who eventually developed into the Rock-climbing Section of the S.B.W. All, without exception, were outstanding for speed and endurance. The leader was Gordon Smith ("​Smithy"​),​ a Big Ben Bolt type, big and quiet, powerful but modest. He worked at the Treasury and to save money walked sixteen miles to and from work each day. He held marathon cross-country walking records. To keep up with his 5-mile an hour pace through the bush I used to run. From then on I ran everywhere and didn't stop till I was married and having my first baby. There was a pack of us numbering ten or a dozen. These were the "​Tigers",​ who eventually developed into the Rock-climbing Section of the S.B.W. All, without exception, were outstanding for speed and endurance. The leader was Gordon Smith ("​Smithy"​),​ a Big Ben Bolt type, big and quiet, powerful but modest. He worked at the Treasury and to save money walked sixteen miles to and from work each day. He held marathon cross-country walking records. To keep up with his 5-mile an hour pace through the bush I used to run. From then on I ran everywhere and didn't stop till I was married and having my first baby.
-There was Max Gentle. He was a builder. When his profession was hit by the Depression Max cot on his pushbike and cycled up to Townsville looking for work, through millions of acres of prickly pear and a puncture every couple of miles from the thorns. + 
-Page 10. THE SYDNEY BUSHWALKER 'larch , 1778  +There was Max Gentle. He was a builder. When his profession was hit by the Depression Max got on his pushbike and cycled up to Townsville looking for work, through millions of acres of prickly pear and a puncture every couple of miles from the thorns. 
-.... + 
-Jack Debert, instigator of the S.B.W.s in 1927 was also one of the mob. The Depression drove him down to Burragorang Valley where he ran +Jack Debert, instigator of the S.B.W.s in 1927 was also one of the mob. The Depression drove him down to Burragorang Valley where he ran a pig farm and as each new batch of piglets arrived they were named after bushwalker girls. Pig farming brought in no money so Debert used to walk up to Yerranderie each week to collect the Dole. 
-a pig farm and as each new batch of piglets arrived they were named after bushwalker girls. Pig farming brought in no money so Debert used to walk up to Yerranderie each week to collect the Dole. + 
-There was Alex Colley who did his first three week bushwalk alone on 28 ibs of unpolished rice because it was cheap (only 5a. a ii). "​Little Alex" lived almost exclusively on unpolished rice and oatmeal while the Depression lasted. The bushnulkers ​assigned him a crest in Heraldry a (collie) Dog Rampant on a Steak Dormant on a Field of Unpolished Rice. +There was Alex Colley who did his first three week bushwalk alone on 28 lbs of unpolished rice because it was cheap (only 5d. a lb). "​Little Alex" lived almost exclusively on unpolished rice and oatmeal while the Depression lasted. The bushwalkers ​assigned him a crest in Heraldry a (collie) Dog Rampant on a Steak Dormant on a Field of Unpolished Rice. 
-I had my first job as a physiotherapist at the Children'​s Hospital at Collaroy and used to ride the pushbike 150 miles a week between home + 
-and work and the University. In two years I had cycled 25,000 miles, or once around the world. +I had my first job as a physiotherapist at the Children'​s Hospital at Collaroy and used to ride the pushbike 150 miles a week between home and work and the University. In two years I had cycled 25,000 miles, or once around the world. 
-Other tough ones in the Tigers were Bert Whillier, ​2im Coffey, Bill Hall, Dave Stead, Hilma Galliott, Jess Martin, Bill McCosker and. Bill Mullins the poet. Permanently resident in Bill's pack was a book of poetry and a bottle partly full of Rhinegold with which we would drinkthe success of a climb and leave the bottle as a memento on the summit. + 
-One of the leading characters in the bushwalkers at that time was Marie Byles, Australia'​s first woman lawyer and also the country'​s first mountaineer. She was a friend of Dr.Eric Dark and in 1936 they organised +Other tough ones in the Tigers were Bert Whillier, ​Tim Coffey, Bill Hall, Dave Stead, Hilma Galliott, Jess Martin, Bill McCosker and. Bill Mullins the poet. Permanently resident in Bill's pack was a book of poetry and a bottle partly full of Rhinegold with which we would drink the success of a climb and leave the bottle as a memento on the summit. 
-a trip to the Warrumbungles and invited me along. This was my first + 
-introduction to technical climbing. Accustomed to rushing up and over rock faces barefoot and unroped, jumping for likelylooking ​holds, swinging about on scant bits of vegetation growing out of cliffs, it was a new+One of the leading characters in the bushwalkers at that time was Marie Byles, Australia'​s first woman lawyer and also the country'​s first mountaineer. She was a friend of Dr. Eric Dark and in 1936 they organised a trip to the Warrumbungles and invited me along. This was my first introduction to technical climbing. Accustomed to rushing up and over rock faces barefoot and unroped, jumping for likely-looking ​holds, swinging about on scant bits of vegetation growing out of cliffs, it was a new (and somewhat painful) experience to be tied on to a restraining rope, hooked over impeding belays, obliged to "stop and make sure two holds are secure before ​relinquishing ​the third"​. I got very restive under all this restraint and wondered how anyone could want to take all the joy out of climbing in this leaden-footed ​manner. I was highly suspicious of my partner on the rope when he contemplated a difficult pitch if he falls I am pulled off with him. I would have made a good team mate to Dr. Dark's friend, Salmon, and his Queenslanders who scorned the use of rope, not because I thought it sissy but because I thought it damned ​dangerous when shared with another ​climber. So much for independence. By the time I had spent ten days climbing in the Warrumbungles with that superb and exacting teacher, Eric Dark, I was quite reconciled to using a rope, and even thought it rather fun. 
-(and somewhat painful) experience to be tied on to a restraining rope, + 
-hooked over impeding belays, obliged to "stop and make sure two holds are +After we had climbed the hitherto ​unclimbed ​Crater Bluff and returned to Sydney, Marie sent in an account of our success to the leading Sydney newspaper which came up with the paragraph that Miss Byles was amazed at the skill and agility show by one, Dot English, and now that she had proved herself on this first-grade ​climb she was going to form a Rock Climbing Section of the Sydney Bushwalkers. This was news to me, but I was quite happy to oblige Marie. Consequently I worded the Tigers, Marie donated us a practically brand new climbing rope with a red and blue stripe woven through it, and there we were, as you might say, founded. 
-secure before ​relinguishing ​the third"​. I got very restive under all this restraint and wondered how anyone could want to take all the joy out of climbing in this leadenfooted ​manner. I was highly suspicious of my partner on the rope when he contemplated a difficult pitch if he falls +
-I am pulled off with him. I would have made a good team mate to Dr.Dark'​s +
-friend, Salmon, and his Queenslanders who scorned the use of rope, not because I thought it sissy-but because I thought it dmned dangerous when shared with another ​cliMber. So wuch for independence. By the time I had spent ten days climbing in the Warrumbungles with that superb and exacting teacher, Eric Dark, I was quite reconciled to using a rope, and +
-even thought it rather fun. +
-After we had climbed the hitherto ​uncliMbed ​Crater Bluff and returned to Sydney, Marie sent in an account of our success to the leading Sydney +
------ newspaper which came up with the paragraph that Miss Byles was amazed at +
-the skill and agilitY sham by one, Dot English, and now that she had +
-proved herself on this firstgrade ​climb she was going to form a Rock Climbing Section of the Sydney Bushwalkers. This was news to me, but +
-I was quite happy to oblige Marie. Consequently I worded the Tigers, Marie donated us a practically brand new climbing rope with a red andblue stripe woven through it, and there we were, as you might say, founded.+
 The year was 1936. The year was 1936.
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-bag cover for cold, wet conditions. The frame is specially designed for comfortable load carrying with complete nylon web be.* harness and chrome tanned leather shoulder straps and three inch breeching strap for long hard wear. Weight ​Bibs+Extra large bag with four external pockets and will carry about 40 lbs of camp gear. Weight ​2 1/4 lbs. 
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 Everything for the bushwalker, from blankets and air mattresses, stretchers, boots, compasses, maps, books, stoves and lamps to cooking ware and freeze dried and dehydrated foods. Everything for the bushwalker, from blankets and air mattresses, stretchers, boots, compasses, maps, books, stoves and lamps to cooking ware and freeze dried and dehydrated foods.
-69 LIVERPOOL STSYDNEY ​26-2686 61-7215 + 
-Lightweight bushwalking +Paddy Pallin 
-and camping gear. + 
-Page 12. THE SYDNEY BUSHWALICOR March, 1978. +69 Liverpool St. Sydney. 26-2686 61-7215 
-INVAN D.N11-TERLUDE+ 
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 + 
 +=====Indian Interlude.===== 
 by Owen Marks. by Owen Marks.
-If you're sick and tired of the burly and burly of Australian civilization and are yearning for the primitive, the exotic even, there is no place on earth quite like India. Indeed, to those that knowme, I am quite an Indiophile and I am not ashamed to say it but what happens when you are in India and are getting tired of all those 1000 year old temples, marble mosques in their hUndreds ​built by the Mughals, the funeral pyres with accompanying processions in the streets that wind their way through the shopping centres, the body quite exposed covered with marigolds. What happens when the Himalayas make you yawn, when the Taj Mahal means another ​-z. mile walk, well, if that happens, the only thing to do is head for Goa. + 
-Nothing quite like Goa. +If you're sick and tired of the hurly and burly of Australian civilization and are yearning for the primitive, the exotic even, there is no place on earth quite like India. Indeed, to those that know me, I am quite an Indiophile and I am not ashamed to say itbut what happens when you are in India and are getting tired of all those 1000 year old temples, marble mosques in their hundreds ​built by the Mughals, the funeral pyres with accompanying processions in the streets that wind their way through the shopping centres, the body quite exposed covered with marigolds. What happens when the Himalayas make you yawn, when the Taj Mahal means another ​1/4 mile walk, well, if that happens, the only thing to do is head for Goa. Nothing quite like Goa. 
-To readers of the "Times of India" with acirculation of millions, + 
-Goa means alcohol and nude hippies on the beaches. To hippies it means +To readers of the "Times of India" with a circulation of millions, Goa means alcohol and nude hippies on the beaches. To hippies it means primitive unspoilt beaches with palms sheltering the thatched huts. To the Beautiful People from Italy it means sumptuous ​hotels ​built a la Portuguese Fort style miles from anywhere and isolated from anything local. To me it meant a chance to see Portuguese Architecture and to give me a break from India. 
-primitive unspoilt beaches with palms sheltering the thatched huts. To the Beautiful People from Italy it means sumptuous ​Ploteas ​built a la Portuguese Fort style miles from anywhere and isolated from anything local. To me it meant a chance to see Portuguese Architecture and to give me a break from India. + 
-Goa as you all know was put on the map by Vasco da Gama in 1524, but it was discovered by Alfonso d'​Aibuquerque in 1510 who was blown off course +Goa as you all know was put on the map by Vasco da Gama in 1524, but it was discovered by Alfonso d'​Aibuquerque in 1510 who was blown off course and when he saw anything good and worthwhile he had to have it. The Portuguese had it until 1961 when it was "​liberated" ​by the Indian Government and it is now a state like any other. I suppose the poor people couldn'​t care less who misrules it, but the Indian Government built a bridge over the river in front of the capital and a more visible proof couldn'​t be provided by big brother. 
-and when he aaw anything good and worthwhile he had to have it. The Portuguese had it until 1961 when it was "​liberated!' ​by the Indian Government and it is now a state like any other. I suppose the poor people + 
-couldn'​t care less who misrules it, but the Indian Government built a bridge over the river in front of the capital and a more visible proof couldn'​t be provided by big brother. +The capital, Panjim (or Panaji sometimes, I couldn'​t find out why the other name), is a delightful place to stay and not out on the far distant beaches where there are no local (read "​cheap"​) restaurants or even buses. The city is built on the junction of a minor creek and the Mandovi ​River, but there is a mountain ​ridge leading right to the point so the township is built all around the headland. There are little ​squares ​tucked in the funniest of places with ridiculous statues. (I remember seeing one of a hypnotist with fingers ​outstretched ​pointing into the eyes of a swooning maiden on his knees. According to the inscription he lived and practiced ​here in the 16th century.) All the architecture is just lovely and all Portuguese. Yellow or cream whitewashed walls with doors and windows outlined in white with wooden verandahs and tiled roofs that brought back memories of the Moorish times. 
-The capital, Panjim (or Panaji sometimes, I couldn'​t find out why the other name), is a delightful place to stay and not out on the far distant beaches where there are no local (read "​cheap"​) restaurants or even buses. The city is built on the junction of a minor creek and the Mandovi ​Elver, but there is a Mountain ​ridge leading right to the point so the township + 
-is built all around the headland. There are little ​scuares ​tucked in the funniest of places with ridiculous statues. (I remember seeing one of a +- There is a local saying - throw a stone anywhere in Goa and it will hit a church or grog shop, I'd say that to be lies. In all probability you'd hit only grog shopsIn all that heat why they insist on local Fenny (cocoanut jungle juice) ​or the whiskies and brandies is a miracle. Beer flows out your ears in only one day. So hot and the local water you know!!! 
-hypnotist with fingers ​outstretvbed ​pointing into the eyes of a swooning + 
-maiden on his knees. According to the inscription he lived and practiced ​he in the 16th century.) All the architecture is just lovely and all +Hotels are quite cheap - from a 60 cent room to luxurious air-conditioned $7 and all the same. A bed in a spartan room with a toilet adjoining with a revolving fan. Restaurants are everywhere, on the squares are nice ones specializing in Goanese cooking, by the water front are other styles and by the markets are Indian ones. All cheap and good. 
-Portuguese. Yellow or cream whitewashed walls with doors and windows outlined in white with wooden,verandahs and tiled roofs that brought back memories of the Moorish times. + 
-- There is a local saying - throw a stone anywhere in Goa and it will hit a church or grog shop, I'd say that to be lies. In all probability you'd hit only grog shopsIn all that heat why they insist on local Fehny (cocoanut jungle juice) ​02 the whiskies and brandies is a miracle. Beer flows out your ears in only one day. So hot and the local water you knowl!!! +It isn't a bit like India either. At night you can walk along the streets and not see a soul walking, and what is more, there are no bundles (humans sleeping in a sarong over them) on the footpaths to step over. And above all there is peace. 
-Hotels are quite cheap - from a 60 cen:*--,room to luxurious air-conditioned$7 and all the same. A bed in a spartan room with a toilet adjoining +
-to +
-Page 13. THE SYDNEY BUSE:WALKER March, 1978. +
-with a revolving fan. 'Restaurants are everywhere., on the squares are nice ones specializing in Goanese cooking, by the water front are other styles and by the markets are Indian ones. All cheap and good. +
-It isn't a bit like India either. At night you can walk along the streets and not see a soul walking, and what is more, there are no bundles (humans sleeping in a sarongover them) on the footpaths to step over. And above all there is peace.+
 At the entrance to the harbour is an old fort, Aguada. Arches, walls all built in lava and covered by bouganvillia in apricot, gold, purple and all the colours in between. The ancient windows still have iron bars. No wonder! The faces at the windows had little pointed hats on, because they were prisoners. The place is a prison and one of the major sights of Goa. At the entrance to the harbour is an old fort, Aguada. Arches, walls all built in lava and covered by bouganvillia in apricot, gold, purple and all the colours in between. The ancient windows still have iron bars. No wonder! The faces at the windows had little pointed hats on, because they were prisoners. The place is a prison and one of the major sights of Goa.
-The history of Goa is mixed up. From 1580 to 1640 it was absorbed into Spain. The Dutch tried to grab it, the English in 1800 and again in 1808 when Portugal invaded France. I tried to find someone to talk Portuguese; in vain. "All the education was in English because the Portuguese never gave us any and there was no opportunity here, only in India."​ I don't know if it's true. Everyone is called Da Silva or Fernandes but they never speak Portuguese. All the white Portuguese went home and there is nothing left e::​cept ​street signs and public monuments.+ 
 +The history of Goa is mixed up. From 1580 to 1640 it was absorbed into Spain. The Dutch tried to grab it, the English in 1800 and again in 1808 when Portugal invaded France. I tried to find someone to talk Portuguese; in vain. "All the education was in English because the Portuguese never gave us any and there was no opportunity here, only in India."​ I don't know if it's true. Everyone is called Da Silva or Fernandes but they never speak Portuguese. All the white Portuguese went home and there is nothing left except ​street signs and public monuments. 
 Up the river 5 miles or so is the ruined city of Old Goa. A truly magnificent collection of churches and convents and all in a magnificent state of preservation. The most famous is the one containing the remains of Francis Xavier. Started in 1510 and completed in 1594 with a solid gold altar with a side chapel in marble that has an ornate marble podium with inlaid scenes of his Saintliness'​ life. On the top is a silver casket with a glass window that goes all round and inside can be seen the remains of St. Francis. He's not all there. A finger was pinched and placed in Spain and some early Pope ordered an arm cut off and brought to Rome. All the rest is on view. Skull and bones all decaying with leather-like skin peeling off and all lit by a naked electric bulb. The poor chap who once bound his own legs so tight that the swellings covered the actual ropes died in China and his body, after being buried somewhere, was then exhumed and taken to Malacca in Malaya. (I slept outside his tomb there in 1961.) I don't know when he was shipped to Goa. Up the river 5 miles or so is the ruined city of Old Goa. A truly magnificent collection of churches and convents and all in a magnificent state of preservation. The most famous is the one containing the remains of Francis Xavier. Started in 1510 and completed in 1594 with a solid gold altar with a side chapel in marble that has an ornate marble podium with inlaid scenes of his Saintliness'​ life. On the top is a silver casket with a glass window that goes all round and inside can be seen the remains of St. Francis. He's not all there. A finger was pinched and placed in Spain and some early Pope ordered an arm cut off and brought to Rome. All the rest is on view. Skull and bones all decaying with leather-like skin peeling off and all lit by a naked electric bulb. The poor chap who once bound his own legs so tight that the swellings covered the actual ropes died in China and his body, after being buried somewhere, was then exhumed and taken to Malacca in Malaya. (I slept outside his tomb there in 1961.) I don't know when he was shipped to Goa.
-Adjoining the Basilica is a handsome facaded building that was once the headquarters of the Missionary Jesuits before they were suppressed in 1750 or thereabouts. Across the main road that cuts right through Old Goa you can walk through a lovely paved park with a statue of Portugal'​s greatest poet who I had never heard of - Camoens. Have you? The poor chap fell in love with an Indian princess and wrote love poems that are still sung by troUbadors ​if ever you came across them. + 
-Then you come onto two glorious piles practically back to back. One +Adjoining the Basilica is a handsome facaded building that was once the headquarters of the Missionary Jesuits before they were suppressed in 1750 or thereabouts. Across the main road that cuts right through Old Goa you can walk through a lovely paved park with a statue of Portugal'​s greatest poet who I had never heard of - Camoens. Have you? The poor chap fell in love with an Indian princess and wrote love poems that are still sung by troubadors ​if ever you came across them. 
-is an old convent that has been converted from a mosque to a wonder of + 
-wonders. All silent now, the floor all gravestones and altars all gold+Then you come onto two glorious piles practically back to back. One is an old convent that has been converted from a mosque to a wonder of wonders. All silent now, the floor all gravestones and altars all gold-covered ​wood peeling and fading ​fast. The other pile is St. Catherine'​s Cathedral, 250 ft long, 180 ft wide and a facade 116 ft high. So dark and cool in here that you'd hardly imagine that outside ​is the tropics. Another wonder of wonders, joy of joys, 14 altars along both sides and one has a miraculous cross that shows a figure of Jesus, but only if you photograph it or something. 
-Page 14. THE SYDNEY BUSHIVALKER March, 1978 + 
-covered ​Wood peeling and fading ​fathtThe other pile is St. Catherine'​s Cathedral, 250 ft long, 180 ft wide and a facade 116 ft high. So dark and cool in here that you'd hardly imagine that outSide ​is the tropics. Another wonder of wonders, joy of jom 14 altars along both sides and one has a miraculous cross,that shows a figure of Jesus, but only if you photograph it or something. +Across the park lies the ruins of the Inquisitional Palace and the square was the site of Autos-da-fe. Christians burning Christians must have made the Hindus laugh. There is a museum in another perfectly ​preserved ​convent which is terribly interesting if you wish to enjoy the life-sized portrait of every Governor of the State of Goa. Old Goa is a dream. 
-Across the park lies the ruins of the Inquisitional Palace and the square was the site of Autos-da-fe. Christians burning Christians must have made the Hindus laugh. There is a museum in another perfectly ​pi?​eserved ​convent which is terribly interesting if you wish to enjoy the life-sized portrait of every Governor of the State of Goa. Old Goa is a dream. + 
-There is also a nunnery as well as two convents. One has a weeping cross. Every Easter the woundbleeds from his wooden chest. I walked and walked and climbed and climbed to see this, but the balcony where the +There is also a nunnery as well as two convents. One has a weeping cross. Every Easter the wound bleeds from his wooden chest. I walked and walked and climbed and climbed to see this, but the balcony where the statue is hanging from overlooks a 400 year old perfectly preserved nunnery and there were about 15 nuns praying. You can go back into time except that the nuns are black. 
-statue is hanging from overlooks a 400 year old perfectly preserved nunnery + 
-and there were about 15 nuns praying. You can go back into time except that the nuns are black. +Down by the river beside another church that has a well under the altar which experts assume must have been a Hindu altar at one stage, there is an arch over the road that all Viceroys arrived at and walked under. On the arch is sculptured the figure of a saint; his foot is on the neck of the heathen and the sword in his right hand is pointing towards IndiaAlas all is vanity; all transient. The Christians now number 37% and when the Central Indian Government brings in the roads that they are building in a flurry the Hindus will absorb them all in 100 years. And Goa will crumble away. 
-Down by the river beside another church that has a well under the altar which experts assume must have been a Hindu altar at one stage, + 
-there is an arch over the road that all Viceroys arrived at and walked under. On the arch is sculptured the figure of a saint; his foot is on the neck of the heathen and the sword in his right hand is pointing towards +Along the coast wind narrow roads with palms growing along the rice paddies in rows like soldiers. Every so often a sign would say "To the beach 1/2 km". The beaches that the jet-setters came all the way to see are pretty miserable considering all the fuss that is made. Five Europeans sunning themselves with one or two swimming and hundreds of Indians in saris and dhotis walking along the shore staring at the hippies. They aren't really, but anybody with a swim suit on is considered a possibility. The bus I was on actually came to a beach for the sunsetting when along came a Swedish ​Siren topless. The entire bus was happy; ​they had seen a nude hippie. So was I. 
-IndiaAlas all is vanity; all transient. The Christians now number 37% and when the Central Indian Government brings in the roads that they + 
-are building in a flurry the Hindus will absorb them all in 100 years. +That's about all I can report on. A few hints if anyone is going there in the next few months. The five hour bus trip from Panjim to Hubli in India where the connecting link with the rest of the country begins, takes 8 hours. Similarly the 12 hour trip to Bombay takes 18 hours. A cheap hotel is Kismet Lodge and a good quiet one is Keni's. Both in Panjim. A good restaurant is La Cappucina. Kingfisher beer is the best, and cashews are cheap but fattening also. Local buses go everywhere and are cheap. You can see everything in Goa in 5 days although 2 days would be enough. I spent 2 days there and I am now an authority on the subject. There is no special time to visit as it is always hot and steamy, but there could be no one who would not have a most wonderful holiday in this European corner of India. 
-And Goa will crumble away. + 
-Along the coast wind narrow roads with palms growing along the rice paddies in X1OWS like soldiers. Every so often a sign would say "To the +---- 
-beach km". The beaches that the jet-setters came all the way to see are pretty miserable considering all the fuss that is made. Five + 
-Europeans sunning themselves with one or two swimming and hundreds of Indians in saris and dhotis walking along the shore staring at the hippies. +=====Walk Notes.===== 
-They aren't,really, but anybody with a swim suit on is considered a possibility. The bus I was on actually came to a beach for the sunsetting when along came a Swedish-Siron ​topless. The entire bus was hapPY5 +
-they had seen a nude hippie. So was I. +
-That's about all I can report on. Afew hints if anyone is going +
-there in the next few months. The five hour bus trip from Panjim to +
-Han in India where the connecting link with the rest of the country begins, takes 8 hours. Similarly the 12 hour trip to Bombay takes +
-18 hours. A cheap hotel is Kismet Lodge and a good quiet one is Kenits. Both in Panjim. A good restaurant is La Cappucina. ​Kingfisher beer +
-is the best, and cashews are cheap but fattening also.' ​Local buses go +
-everywhere and are cheap. You can see everything in Goa in 5 days although 2 days wouldbe enough. I spent 2 days there and I am now an authority on the subject. There is no special time to visit as it is always hot and steamy, but there could be no one who would not have a most wonderful holiday in this European corner of India. +
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-Page 15. +
-THE SYDNEY BUSHWALKER March, 1978. +
-.loo +
-WALK NOTES. ​+
 by Len Newland. ​ by Len Newland. ​
 +
 As the retiring Walks Secretary (retired by the time this is read), may I take the opportunity to say what a pleasure it has been wringing necks and twisting limbs to fill the Club walks programme. Actually, the people in this Club are a really nice bunch, and I'm glad to say, enthusiastic enough to keep walks up to the programme. And speaking of programmes, here's the one (in a nutshell) for April. As the retiring Walks Secretary (retired by the time this is read), may I take the opportunity to say what a pleasure it has been wringing necks and twisting limbs to fill the Club walks programme. Actually, the people in this Club are a really nice bunch, and I'm glad to say, enthusiastic enough to keep walks up to the programme. And speaking of programmes, here's the one (in a nutshell) for April.
-TEST ,WALK.S+ 
 +===Test Walks.=== 
 March 31, April 1, 2: Hans Beck's trip at Carlon'​s Farm in the western mountains, including Blackhorse Range, Splendour Rock, Yellow Pup and Konangaroo. Phone 6691155 (B). March 31, April 1, 2: Hans Beck's trip at Carlon'​s Farm in the western mountains, including Blackhorse Range, Splendour Rock, Yellow Pup and Konangaroo. Phone 6691155 (B).
-April+ 
-7, 8, 9 Carlon'​s Farm again, this time going to Knight'​s Deck, and this time ledby Bill Burke, phone 871120 (H). +April 7, 8, 9Carlon'​s Farm again, this time going to Knight'​s Deck, and this time led by Bill Burke, phone 871120 (H). 
-159 16 : KatooMba, and out toTHedlow ​Gap, Merrimerrigal andSplendour Rock. Your leader is John Fox, phones 6665471 (B) and + 
-7094448 (H). +April 15, 16: Katoomba, and out to Medlow ​Gap, Merrimerrigal and Splendour Rock. Your leader is John Fox, phones 6665471 (B) and 7094448 (H). 
-Sunday 23 : Bladkheathz ​Govett'​s Leap to Bluegum Forest, with Neil Brown. Phone 042 / 941376 (H). + 
-Sunday 23 : Closer to Sydney in the Royal National Park Lilyvale to Bundeena via coastal track. Leader Roy Braithwaite,​ Phone 445211 (H). +Sunday 23 April: Bladkheath: Govett'​s Leap to Bluegum Forest, with Neil Brown. Phone 042 / 941376 (H). 
-28929930 ​: Yours truly goes to the western mountains to defeat the ridge between Newnes and Glen Davis, starting and finishing at Newnes. Phone 432419 (B). + 
-Sunday 30 The only other walk this weekend is from Bundeena to HeathOote ​via Flat Rock Greek-in the Royal National Park. Ferry from Gronulla. Leader is Errol Sheedy on phone 5296301 (H). +Sunday 23 April: Closer to Sydney in the Royal National Park Lilyvale to Bundeena via coastal track. Leader ​Roy Braithwaite,​ Phone 445211 (H). 
-PHOTOGRAPHIC WCRKSHOP,.  + 
-April 19 2 : Lucky fellow:- David Cotton gets advertising in two consecutive magazines. Darkes Forest. +April 28, 29, 30: Yours truly goes to the western mountains to defeat the ridge between Newnes and Glen Davis, starting and finishing at Newnes. Phone 432419 (B). 
-WELTEND WALKS + 
-8, 9 : Another Blackheath Grose Valley trip. This time a slower +Sunday 30 April: ​The only other walk this weekend is from Bundeena to Heathcote ​via Flat Rock Creek in the Royal National Park. Ferry from Cronulla. Leader is Errol Sheedy on phone 5296301 (H). 
-walk, and your leader this time is Barbara Evans, phone 313482 (H)? + 
-13914915916 ​: Noting that this walk includes the full Friday, you will be pleased at this opportunity to see the Monolith Valley in the Budawangs. The leader is Rod Peters, on phone 6230171 (B). +===Photographic Workshop.=== 
-Page 16. THE SYDNEY BUSHIVALICER March, 1978. +  
-April +April 1, 2: Lucky fellowDavid Cotton gets advertising in two consecutive magazines. Darkes Forest. 
-21,​22,​23,​24,​25 ​Another longer-than-normal weekend trip, this time + 
-David Rostron'​s Snowball trip. Phone 4517943. +===Weekend Walks.=== 
-DAY WALKS + 
-Sunday 2 : Elaine Zieren marches from Heathcote to beautiful Lake Ebkersley. Phone 934830(H). +April 8, 9: Another Blackheath Grose Valley trip. This time a slower walk, and your leader this time is Barbara Evans, phone 313482 (H). 
-Sunday 2 A harder walk which the Committee has decided can be counted + 
-Mt.Wilson/WollongaMbe ​River. Phones 6665471(B), 7094448 (H). +April 13, 14, 15, 16: Noting that this walk includes the full Friday, you will be pleased at this opportunity to see the Monolith Valley in the Budawangs. The leader is Rod Peters, on phone 6230171 (B). 
-as a Test Walk. However, you must swim. John Fox leads... + 
-Sunday 9 : This one is so easy that Len Scotland and I will lean on each +April 21, 22, 23, 24, 25Another longer-than-normal weekend trip, this time David Rostron'​s Snowball trip. Phone 4517943. 
-other'​s shoulder in leading Heathcote - Escarpment Track - Head of Navigation - Heathcote. See Len in the clubroom, or call me on phone 432419 (B). + 
-Sunday 16 : Heathcote again, this time to Woronora River. Leading is Bill Hall, on phone 575145 (H). +===Day Walks.=== 
-* * * * * * * * * * + 
-SOCIAL NOTES+Sunday 2 April: Elaine Zieren marches from Heathcote to beautiful Lake Eckersley. Phone 934830(H). 
 + 
 +Sunday 2 April: ​A harder walk which the Committee has decided can be counted ​as a Test Walk. However, you __must__ swim. John Fox leads... ​Mt.Wilson/Wollongambe ​River. Phones 6665471(B), 7094448 (H). 
 + 
 +Sunday 9 April: This one is so easy that Len Scotland and I will lean on each other'​s shoulder in leading Heathcote - Escarpment Track - Head of Navigation - Heathcote. See Len in the clubroom, or call me on phone 432419 (B). 
 + 
 +Sunday 16 April: Heathcote again, this time to Woronora River. Leading is Bill Hall, on phone 575145 (H). 
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 + 
 +=====Social Notes.===== 
 by Christine Austin. by Christine Austin.
-April 12 - Several years ago Jim Brown (not our Club member) showed some really dramatic and impressive films of =dm-rater ​scenes. This time he will show an underwater film from the Lord Howe Island region. + 
-April 26 - Len Newland spent some time recently in the New Guinea Central Highlands. His slides will certainly be interesting and show the contrast between the walking country in New Guinea and that around New South Wales. +__April 12__ - Several years ago Jim Brown (not our Club member) showed some really dramatic and impressive films of underwater ​scenes. This time he will show an underwater film from the Lord Howe Island region. 
-ODD BOD SECTION+ 
- Can you imagine ​0 it p 0+__April 26__ - Len Newland spent some time recently in the New Guinea Central Highlands. His slides will certainly be interesting and show the contrast between the walking country in New Guinea and that around New South Wales. 
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 +=====Odd-Bod Section.===== 
 + 
 +Can you imagine... 
 Barry Wallace with odd socks Barry Wallace with odd socks
 +
 Hans Stichter lost for words Hans Stichter lost for words
 +
 Frank Taeker in a hurry Frank Taeker in a hurry
-Owen Marts in glowing health+ 
 +Owen Marks in glowing health 
 George Gray reading a novel George Gray reading a novel
 +
 Don Finch on a diet Don Finch on a diet
- ..9.E Spiro getting married 9 9 99 
- 
  
 +__OR_ Spiro getting married?????​
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