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That was in the days when coastal boats brought the supplies to the port at Wyndham, and donkey teams of up to seventy-eight beasts hauled loaded waggons down that primitive road. Recently a man wandered into Thangool homestead just south of Broome and asked for water to fill his waterbag. The station owner was amazed that someone should approach his place without him hearing the car engine. The wanderer said that he had no car, he was pushing a wheelbarrow. He. had come from Broome and was facing the great sandy stretch of" | That was in the days when coastal boats brought the supplies to the port at Wyndham, and donkey teams of up to seventy-eight beasts hauled loaded waggons down that primitive road. Recently a man wandered into Thangool homestead just south of Broome and asked for water to fill his waterbag. The station owner was amazed that someone should approach his place without him hearing the car engine. The wanderer said that he had no car, he was pushing a wheelbarrow. He. had come from Broome and was facing the great sandy stretch of" | ||
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We also asked for water at Thangool, not so much to fill our water bag (an eighteen gallon tank built into the truck), as to soak the hessian that I had laid under the floor mat and poked in around the clutch and brake pedals to keep out the choking dust as fine as talc that comes up in a cloud behind the truck and works its way into every crack of the truck body. | We also asked for water at Thangool, not so much to fill our water bag (an eighteen gallon tank built into the truck), as to soak the hessian that I had laid under the floor mat and poked in around the clutch and brake pedals to keep out the choking dust as fine as talc that comes up in a cloud behind the truck and works its way into every crack of the truck body. | ||
- | Setting off from the station on to the terrible road the mirage mocked at us as it twisted and waved the landscape around in front of us like a nightmare; the horizon out in the direction of Roebuck Bay rose and fell in a wave-like manner until the wave crests broke away from the line and dwindled into the air like a long streamer. I found myself looking into the shadow of the occasional tree, half expecting to see there the body of some hapless barrow-pusher. Soon there are no trees, and there settles over everyone in the truck a silence born of | + | Setting off from the station on to the terrible road the mirage mocked at us as it twisted and waved the landscape around in front of us like a nightmare; the horizon out in the direction of Roebuck Bay rose and fell in a wave-like manner until the wave crests broke away from the line and dwindled into the air like a long streamer. I found myself looking into the shadow of the occasional tree, half expecting to see there the body of some hapless barrow-pusher. Soon there are no trees, and there settles over everyone in the truck a silence born of monotony - the heat, the dust, the everlasting plain of dried grass, a left-over from the last " |
- | monotony - the heat, the dust, the everlasting plain of dried grass, a left-over from the last " | + | |
And so this story has to end somehow. Well, it was the barrow-pushers that made me think of Bushwalkers, | And so this story has to end somehow. Well, it was the barrow-pushers that made me think of Bushwalkers, | ||
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Flora Hut is set in a grassy clearing, surrounded by beech forest with small creeks running either side of it, the clearing being at the foot of a spur. All the huts in the area were built by the Nelson Tramping Club assisted by a £1 for £1 Government grant, which is an excellent idea in a country where huts are needed, Club enthusiasm high but Club funds low. All the huts we stayed in were of the same design: rectangular, | Flora Hut is set in a grassy clearing, surrounded by beech forest with small creeks running either side of it, the clearing being at the foot of a spur. All the huts in the area were built by the Nelson Tramping Club assisted by a £1 for £1 Government grant, which is an excellent idea in a country where huts are needed, Club enthusiasm high but Club funds low. All the huts we stayed in were of the same design: rectangular, | ||
- | After a luncheon respite from the drizzling mist we started towards Salesbury Hut which was on the plateau. Our track first went to a river junction then rose to the snowgrass plateau. The walking that afternoon was enjoyable, even with the drizzling rain. The track was inches deep with decaying leaves, small and softening to the footsteps. Lining either side of the track were beech and myrtle forest but not much undergrowth, | + | After a luncheon respite from the drizzling mist we started towards Salesbury Hut which was on the plateau. Our track first went to a river junction then rose to the snowgrass plateau. The walking that afternoon was enjoyable, even with the drizzling rain. The track was inches deep with decaying leaves, small and softening to the footsteps. Lining either side of the track were beech and myrtle forest but not much undergrowth, |
- | tree-trunks and branches hung thin greyish-green tendrils of thin-fibred moss, and green and white lichen clung to the trunks. The smell of damp rich earth arose through the drizzling mist. | + | |
- | We were walking parallel with Flora Creek, the water level rising swiftly owing to the heavier rains higher on the range. Passing two or three derelict one-roomed huts, we started ascending Salesbury Hut track. Writhing mist and cloud, reminiscent of the Blue Mountains, replaced the drizzle. Bird life became noticable, the Most insistent being the riflemen, little tubby bundles about 1 1/4" long, lime green, with a call like a tinkling bell. About 20 of these small birds kept with us for miles, darting ahead, turning the walk into a Roman | + | We were walking parallel with Flora Creek, the water level rising swiftly owing to the heavier rains higher on the range. Passing two or three derelict one-roomed huts, we started ascending Salesbury Hut track. Writhing mist and cloud, reminiscent of the Blue Mountains, replaced the drizzle. Bird life became noticable, the Most insistent being the riflemen, little tubby bundles about 1 1/4" long, lime green, with a call like a tinkling bell. About 20 of these small birds kept with us for miles, darting ahead, turning the walk into a Roman triumph. Keeping up a medium steady pace (being too chilly to have many smokes), we arrived at Salesbury Hut by 7.15. It is built on snow-grass country, the orange-ochre colour showing prominently among the thigh-high clumps of yellowing snow tussock. The tussock extended over the floor of this very shallow valley with beech forest running in a strip on either side. |
- | triumph. Keeping up a medium steady pace (being too chilly to have many smokes), we arrived at Salesbury Hut by 7.15. It is built on snow-grass country, the orange-ochre colour showing prominently among the thigh-high clumps of yellowing snow tussock. The tussock extended over the floor of this very shallow valley with beech forest running in a strip on either side. | + | |
- | We reached the hut to find one half occupied, a few distant rifle shots telling us where the inhabitants were. The twilight faded, and feeling hungry we lit the fire. Unfortunately the chimney faced into the wind, with the draught coming down, and before long the room was full of smoke, making conditions uncomfortable. With the door open it became too cold. Just as we'd finished eating, the other two bods from the hut returned and called in for a cuppa, carrying a leg of venison. They'd just shot a 3-year old stag and kindly gave us a few pounds to supplement our food ration. It is a dark red neat, with a | + | We reached the hut to find one half occupied, a few distant rifle shots telling us where the inhabitants were. The twilight faded, and feeling hungry we lit the fire. Unfortunately the chimney faced into the wind, with the draught coming down, and before long the room was full of smoke, making conditions uncomfortable. With the door open it became too cold. Just as we'd finished eating, the other two bods from the hut returned and called in for a cuppa, carrying a leg of venison. They'd just shot a 3-year old stag and kindly gave us a few pounds to supplement our food ration. It is a dark red neat, with a deceptively smooth texture. Being warm, the steam rose in the cold air as Barry carved. |
- | deceptively smooth texture. Being warm, the steam rose in the cold air as Barry carved. | + | |
Next day, with the same weather, we decided to have a day trip from the hut and visit some caves that were marked on the map. Before long we were on the plateau, crossing it till we reached a maze of small steep gullies and thickly wooded ridges. An air of unreality pervaded all, the mist reducing visibility among the beech trees with their hanging moss-fronds. The tussock, swollen by the rain, was almost swampy. The first cave, (all at the head of gullies), wasn't much more than an underground stream, the floor and walls covered in thick grey mud. More rewarding was the next cave, two tunnels leading from a main chamber, but both blocked by rock falls after a hundred yards or so. Coming out we surprised a fallow doe grazing on the edge of a beech grove. The final cave visited was about a mile off, the entrance small, opening into a chamber about 40 or 50 feet high, roughly the same in depth, and about 100 yards wide, covered mostly with living lime stone and a variety of formations, including some magnificent columns. Near the back were iron-tinted shawls. The limestone looked coarse, maybe the sign of rapid growth. The only passage off was a river cave which we followed for approximately 1/4 mile, disappearing over a waterfall. Not having much faith in our one torch we came back to the open. | Next day, with the same weather, we decided to have a day trip from the hut and visit some caves that were marked on the map. Before long we were on the plateau, crossing it till we reached a maze of small steep gullies and thickly wooded ridges. An air of unreality pervaded all, the mist reducing visibility among the beech trees with their hanging moss-fronds. The tussock, swollen by the rain, was almost swampy. The first cave, (all at the head of gullies), wasn't much more than an underground stream, the floor and walls covered in thick grey mud. More rewarding was the next cave, two tunnels leading from a main chamber, but both blocked by rock falls after a hundred yards or so. Coming out we surprised a fallow doe grazing on the edge of a beech grove. The final cave visited was about a mile off, the entrance small, opening into a chamber about 40 or 50 feet high, roughly the same in depth, and about 100 yards wide, covered mostly with living lime stone and a variety of formations, including some magnificent columns. Near the back were iron-tinted shawls. The limestone looked coarse, maybe the sign of rapid growth. The only passage off was a river cave which we followed for approximately 1/4 mile, disappearing over a waterfall. Not having much faith in our one torch we came back to the open. | ||
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The most urgent need now was a campsite. Between here and the Twins had to be counted out; the ground was even, but at too steep an angle for comfort. Retreating down about 20 feet we found a small tarn formed by the melting snow. Water - one point in its favour, and luckily a small flat area, slightly sheltered from the wind. Through an oversight we were without tent poles so, to serve a double purpose, we constructed a rock wall both as protection from the wind, which was very strong by now, and as something to tie the tent to. Barry crawled into his sleeping bag, then into the tent, holding it up whilst I lashed our tomahawk to his Yukon-type rucksack, making our second tent-pole. Makeshift, yes; but to our delight they held well. Entrance was gained by pulling but a couple of the side pegs and crawling under. Ravenously hungry, we settled for a meal of salami, scroggen, honey and thickly buttered Rye-Vitas. We peeped out of the doorway before settling to sleep. Our sunset was wondrous. The cloud-bank was approaching in over the West Coast, rich fiery colours glowing from the angry clouds. Ah! to have known then what to expect from New Zealand weather! The wind rose in volume, but we were too tired to listen long and slept well. | The most urgent need now was a campsite. Between here and the Twins had to be counted out; the ground was even, but at too steep an angle for comfort. Retreating down about 20 feet we found a small tarn formed by the melting snow. Water - one point in its favour, and luckily a small flat area, slightly sheltered from the wind. Through an oversight we were without tent poles so, to serve a double purpose, we constructed a rock wall both as protection from the wind, which was very strong by now, and as something to tie the tent to. Barry crawled into his sleeping bag, then into the tent, holding it up whilst I lashed our tomahawk to his Yukon-type rucksack, making our second tent-pole. Makeshift, yes; but to our delight they held well. Entrance was gained by pulling but a couple of the side pegs and crawling under. Ravenously hungry, we settled for a meal of salami, scroggen, honey and thickly buttered Rye-Vitas. We peeped out of the doorway before settling to sleep. Our sunset was wondrous. The cloud-bank was approaching in over the West Coast, rich fiery colours glowing from the angry clouds. Ah! to have known then what to expect from New Zealand weather! The wind rose in volume, but we were too tired to listen long and slept well. | ||
- | The morning confirmed our fears. Thick swirling mist, driven by a high wind, put out of the question all thought of the Twins, so we packed up and left quickly, forcing down more honey and Rye-Vitas as breakfast. Finding our way to the right ridge was awkward. The evening before we had taken a very good survey, but as we had a choice with many spurs running off each, we weren' | + | The morning confirmed our fears. Thick swirling mist, driven by a high wind, put out of the question all thought of the Twins, so we packed up and left quickly, forcing down more honey and Rye-Vitas as breakfast. Finding our way to the right ridge was awkward. The evening before we had taken a very good survey, but as we had a choice with many spurs running off each, we weren' |
- | appeared among the beech. Flora saddle welcomed us, and down to Flora Hut for lunch and warmth. | + | |
Retracing our steps over the saddle we almost strolled down the well-made track, stopping near the bottom to fill our billies with mushrooms, remembering what frugality awaited us back in the " | Retracing our steps over the saddle we almost strolled down the well-made track, stopping near the bottom to fill our billies with mushrooms, remembering what frugality awaited us back in the " | ||
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The Tour will be under the leadership of Allen A. Strom. A.W. Dingeldei will be in charge of vehicles and (Mrs) E.M. Dingeldei in charge of catering. Each member of party will he required to undertake Camp Duties which will include preparation and distribution of food, camp cleaning and tenting. | The Tour will be under the leadership of Allen A. Strom. A.W. Dingeldei will be in charge of vehicles and (Mrs) E.M. Dingeldei in charge of catering. Each member of party will he required to undertake Camp Duties which will include preparation and distribution of food, camp cleaning and tenting. | ||
- | ====Applications Are Now Invited: | + | ====Applications Are Now Invited:==== |
Each application must he accompanied by a deposit of three pounds (£3) plus | Each application must he accompanied by a deposit of three pounds (£3) plus | ||
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- Kevin Ardill | - Kevin Ardill | ||
- | "The longest way round is the sweetest way home" | + | "The longest way round is the sweetest way home" |
- | I'm pretty sure it was Jim Brow/ | + | |
- | At Katoomba we marched | + | I'm pretty sure it was Jim Brown' |
- | Never having fallen before in the Devilts'Hole, I rectified that omission, but was dopey enough to get up again. The picking up Process, plus cursing time, allowed the torches ahead to disappear, and we were alone. Now I'll tell you about the private trip. Jim Brown and I did from Katoomba to Picton. | + | |
- | The sloppy tracks in Megalong damped both our feet and enthusiasm for the Cox on the morrow, However, the road was firm and dry, the moon shone brightly, we shared an orange under a gum and registered the first complaint from the lower limbs as the road consistent: | + | At Katoomba we marched |
- | 16. | + | |
- | badge when the clock struck twelve and the gym boots leapt into thin air. We pitched the tent and rolled | + | Never having fallen before in the Devil's Hole, I rectified that omission, but was dopey enough to get up again. The picking up process, plus cursing time, allowed the torches ahead to disappear, and we were alone. Now I'll tell you about the private trip Jim Brown and I did from Katoomba to Picton. |
- | We rose at 5 a.zr L'A. were away 10 minutes later. Found the | + | |
- | track in nO t1ie .im': | + | The sloppy tracks in Megalong damped both our feet and enthusiasm for the Cox on the morrow. However, the road was firm and dry, the moon shone brightly, we shared an orange under a gum and registered the first complaint from the lower limbs as the road consistently |
- | side creek, | + | |
- | others had (,71-.-ed -.11. the 6.03 p.m. the previous night and had | + | We rose at 5 a.m. and were away 10 minutes later. Found the track in no time and ambled |
- | walked via CarlcnE, Aftr about two and a half words of conversation he bounded off after his retreating comrades and we were delightfully private once again. The Cox was crossed at Harry' | + | |
- | At 12.45 p.m we left Kahangra | + | At 12.45 p.m we left Kanangra |
- | struck a stagnant pool), soon put the miles behind us, and about 10 4 p.m. we returned to the river. We passed one fire before descending to the river level, and about a mile further on saw several sleeping bodies under a tree. Half a mile further on there were another two weary walkers under another tree. - us. | + | |
- | Even my stiffening thighs didn't keep me awake, and at 4.45 a.m. | + | Even my stiffening thighs didn't keep me awake, and at 4.45 a.m. we were optimistic enough to crawl from our bags and tape our soles and heels with 3" elastoplast. John de Bovay of the Hobart Walking Club put me on to this lurk years ago. Roadbashing, |
- | we were optimistic enough to crawl from OUT bags and tape our soles and heels with 3" elastoplast. John de Bovay of the Hobart Walking Club put me on to this lurk years ago. Roadbashing, | + | |
- | 17. | + | Exactly three hours after leaving Jim I squatted beside Heather Joyce, |
- | the last wet crossing of the Cox below McMahons the duo surged ahead and Jim suggested I should follow them hile he limped in to Bimlow. So I took off, and although the others had only 5 minutes start, I'm darned if I caught a sight of them. The short rests were forgotten | + | |
- | and I wqs within a mile of Bimlow before I sighted five figures ahead. | + | We reached the Nattai and lunched at the first pool. Saw the leading four on the track above and let them go. Popped in for a swim with Jim looking on. He admitted afterwards the thought entered his mind that he might have to rescue me, but he hadn't decided just how. Even a cramp wouldn' |
- | Exactly three hours after leaving Jim I squatted beside Heather | + | |
- | Joyce, | + | When we hit the road there were two cars waiting - David and Jack Gentle. How mad can this bushwalking get you? - we decided to walk - the honour old boy - oh really! |
- | of Binlow. With Neil a conscientious objector the pilgrims were now | + | |
- | 4 five. I was sure some of the tough boys were ahead, but Arne was insistent that we were the first through Bimlow. Now I was paying the penalty for my three hour non-stop morning"dash, The short stop in Binlow made my legs feel like tomato stakes, and when Len and Gladys Fall stopped in their motor chariot I stopped also. They were down for a day's drive to see the battered Bushies, and did I fit the bil1Z However, on hearing of Jim's ankle the Falls floated on, and off I shuffled again. The sun was warm, and a nice patOh of grass invited me to rest. The pack was like a feather pillow, and only thr thought of the miles ahead shifted me. I leapt to my feet and sped oi) | + | Strangely enough I was almost normal next morning, and James ditto. I reckon the walk took three years off my life and about the same number of layers of skin off my big toes. Walking at Easter? Not me! I' |
- | refreshed You're a llstr, Ardill - you rolled onto your stomach and levered yourself.stiff-legged to your feet because you couldn' | + | |
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- | We reached the Nattai and lunched at the first pool. Saw the leading four on the track above and let them go. Popped in for a swim with Jim looking on. He admitted afterwards the thought entered his mind that he might have to rescue me, but he hadn't decided just | + | |
- | how. Even a cramp wouldn' | + | From Keith Renwick |
- | and we maintained a steady 3 miles per hour to the Nattai crossing. | + | |
- | A couple of hundred yards downstream the leading quartet were sightec-., | + | Dear S.B.W's, |
- | not see our fellow travellers again. | + | |
- | When we hit the road there were two cars waiting - David and Jack Gentle. How mad can this bushwalking get you? - we decided to walk the honour old boy - oh reallyi | + | Well, the tour is over and at last I am on the way home. By the time you get this I will be home, but it finishes up what I have been up to since the last letter. |
- | 18. | + | |
- | and cakes inside us supplied by the lady passengers Isabel Wilkie and Pat Gentle. May Allah shower blessings on them - we did. The roar bash is not described but the plaster stuck to us. Some blokes have no sense of humour; David must have thought we meant it when we said we would walk into Picton. He's sure to coMe back to see how we're going - good old David. Good old nothing' | + | |
- | Strangely enough I was almost normal next morning, and James ditto. I reckon the walk took three years off my life and about the same number.of layers of skin off my big tOes. Walking at Easter? Not me! It; staying home to polish my car, 'cause its going to get plenty of use from now on. | + | |
- | NEW ZEALAND LETTER | + | |
- | Dear S.B.W1s, | + | |
- | Well, the tour is over and at'last I am on the way home. By the time you get this I will be home, but it finishes up what I have been up to since the last letter. | + | |
On Christmas day we left Christchurch with the Christchurch Tramping Club bound for Lewis Pass, then via Cannibal Gorge and Ada Pass to Ada Valley. From here some of the party climbed Gloriana; then we went down Ada Valley to Lake Guyon and over Maling Pass to Lake Tennyson. Unfortunately I had been suffering for the past three days from sunstroke and food poisoning, so had to pull out here via Clarence Valley and Jack's Pass to Hanmer and back to Christchurch. The Club was going through to Lake Roto Iti. | On Christmas day we left Christchurch with the Christchurch Tramping Club bound for Lewis Pass, then via Cannibal Gorge and Ada Pass to Ada Valley. From here some of the party climbed Gloriana; then we went down Ada Valley to Lake Guyon and over Maling Pass to Lake Tennyson. Unfortunately I had been suffering for the past three days from sunstroke and food poisoning, so had to pull out here via Clarence Valley and Jack's Pass to Hanmer and back to Christchurch. The Club was going through to Lake Roto Iti. | ||
- | A few days rest in Christchurch and I caught the train to Grey- mouth with Keith Fitzgerald, a Christchurch Chap, and'up to Fox River Caves south of Westport. These we went through again, together with some new ones, and met up with Barry Hartley who came down from the Club trip after it had come out at Lake Rote Iti. The three of us | ||
- | then went down to the Pox Glacier where we were immediately asked to c' join in on the search for the chaps overdue on Sefton. This occupied us for the next few days, during which we had a wonderful morning up on the Dougla Nevd, reaching a high col just under the final slope to the summit, but being on the search we couldn' | ||
- | We turned then over the Copeland Pass and out to the Hermitage. A few days rest here and a short trip up the Tasman Glacier. It was just at this time that the unfortunate accident occurred with John Younger' | ||
- | a few days. A few more side trips, such as Skippers and Pigeon Islana on Lake Wanaka, and we went out through Alexandria and Roxborough to | ||
- | 19. Dunedin. I then took a buS trip right round the East Coast through | ||
- | Chaselands to Invercargill. Then another bus out to the Waiau Caves where I spent the night and the next day exploring. Back by bus through Riverton to Invercargill, | ||
- | Turning northwards once more we returned to Christchurch via | ||
- | the coast road, calling at Palmerston Caves and Morakie Boulders. We | ||
- | worked then for three weeks at Christchurch. Then the ferry boat | ||
- | 1\loari" | ||
- | at the Ganett sanctuary on Cape Kidnappers. We also had 13 inches of rain in 24 hours. | ||
- | 4 | + | A few days rest in Christchurch and I caught the train to Greymouth with Keith Fitzgerald, a Christchurch chap, and up to Fox River Caves south of Westport. These we went through again, together with some new ones, and met up with Barry Hartley who came down from the Club trip after it had come out at Lake Rote Iti. The three of us then went down to the Fox Glacier where we were immediately asked to join in on the search for the chaps overdue on Sefton. This occupied us for the next few days, during which we had a wonderful morning up on the Douglas Neve, reaching a high col just under the final slope to the summit, but being on the search we couldn' |
- | I then came back to Auckland to meet Yvonne and Shirley who arrived on March 20th. Later that week we went to Waitomo Caves and Ruapehu. We went up to look at the Whakapapa Glacier which is terribly broken up. From National Park we went to Taupo and Wairaki for a day, then up to Rotorua for another day. Once the girls arrivec, | + | |
- | Prot Rotorua we went to Waikarimoanal | + | We turned then over the Copeland Pass and out to the Hermitage. A few days rest here and a short trip up the Tasman Glacier. It was just at this time that the unfortunate accident occurred with John Younger and party. After it was decided that nothing further could be done, Barry and I went on down the inland road to Queenstown for a few days. A few more side trips, such as Skippers and Pigeon Island on Lake Wanaka, and we went out through Alexandria and Roxborough to Dunedin. I then took a bus trip right round the East Coast through Chaselands to Invercargill. Then another bus out to the Waiau Caves where I spent the night and the next day exploring. Back by bus through Riverton to Invercargill, |
- | To conclude, over Easter I did a round trip of the North Auckland Peninsular,, including a visit to several more caves, | + | |
- | And that is about the extent of my wanderings in N.Z. Although it amounts to some 16,000 miles there is still an awful lot I would like to see and shall have to return some time to finish off, | + | Turning northwards once more we returned to Christchurch via the coast road, calling at Palmerston Caves and Morakie Boulders. We worked then for three weeks at Christchurch. Then the ferry boat " |
- | GOSSIP | + | |
- | Gladys Fall entertained about 20 ladies, mostly S.B.W. members at her home on Sat 19th March. The occasion was Joc Newlandb | + | From Napier we turned south to Palmerston North and out to New Plymouth |
- | Frank Ashdown made history recently when he got a hitch in a ROLLS ROYCE1 | + | |
+ | I then came back to Auckland to meet Yvonne and Shirley who arrived on March 20th. Later that week we went to Waitomo Caves and Ruapehu. We went up to look at the Whakapapa Glacier which is terribly broken up. From National Park we went to Taupo and Wairaki for a day, then up to Rotorua for another day. Once the girls arrived | ||
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+ | From Rotorua we went to Waikarimoana, | ||
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+ | To conclude, over Easter I did a round trip of the North Auckland Peninsular, including a visit to several more caves. And that is about the extent of my wanderings in N.Z. Although it amounts to some 16,000 miles there is still an awful lot I would like to see and shall have to return some time to finish off. | ||
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+ | =====Gossip===== | ||
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+ | Gladys Fall entertained about 20 ladies, mostly S.B.W. members at her home on Sat 19th March. The occasion was Joc Newlands | ||
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+ | Frank Ashdown made history recently when he got a hitch in a ROLLS ROYCE! | ||
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+ | =====Paddy Made===== | ||
May already and with winter just around the corner some of us are thinking of snow, good slopes and good ski-ing. | May already and with winter just around the corner some of us are thinking of snow, good slopes and good ski-ing. | ||
- | For those of you with such thoughts who intend to go to the snow this year Paddy has the best range of gear yet, and the quality and prices are keen (but they wonft cut too big holes in your pocket). | + | |
+ | For those of you with such thoughts who intend to go to the snow this year Paddy has the best range of gear yet, and the quality and prices are keen (but they won' | ||
A few examples:- | A few examples:- | ||
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- | Goggles from . 8. 6 pair. | ||
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- | and dozens Of other necessities for your ski ing holiday. | ||
- | Imported gear is already arriving and it wil pay you to be early. | ||
- | Ski Heil you ski bunnys. | ||
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+ | Climbing Skins £3.5.0 pair. | ||
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+ | Italian Ski Boots from £8.3.6 pair. | ||
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+ | Goggles from 8.6 pair. | ||
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+ | and dozens of other necessities for your skiing holiday. | ||
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+ | Imported gear is already arriving and it will pay you to be early. | ||
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+ | Ski Heil you ski bunnys. |
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