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-Dear Sir,
+Dear Sir
-In forwarding renewal of subscription I wish to express
-disappointment at the lack of news in the Magazine. Apart from the valiant efforts of "The Observer", Pat Harrison and JiD Brown, there is nothing except adverts. and blank pages. Jim Brownts report of the monthly general meetings only conveys such news as is brought
-forth from matters arising, but surely there must be other news amongst a couple of hundred active people. For example, there was no mention of one member; namely Paddy Pallin with Reg Meakins, going to the base of Mount Everest. No news of the success or otherwise of clubroom entertainments. No Federation Report (when I was a delegate there was always a carbon copy to the Ed.). The fact that Prank Ashdown was back from overseas was not mentioned. Apart from announcements from the Chair, which those Who have no need to attend the Clubroom don't hear, there is no written communication between the Committee and the bulk of the Members. Surely there must be something arising in Committee which would be of general interest.
+In forwarding renewal of subscription I wish to express disappointment at the lack of news in the Magazine. Apart from the valiant efforts of "The Observer", Pat Harrison and Jim Brown, there is nothing except adverts. and blank pages. Jim Brown's report of the monthly general meetings only conveys such news as is brought forth from matters arising, but surely there must be other news amongst a couple of hundred active people. For example, there was no mention of one member, namely Paddy Pallin with Reg Meakins, going to the base of Mount Everest. No news of the success or otherwise of clubroom entertainments. No Federation Report (when I was a delegate there was always a carbon copy to the Ed.). The fact that Frank Ashdown was back from overseas was not mentioned. Apart from announcements from the Chair, which those who have no need to attend the Clubroom don't hear, there is no written communication between the Committee and the bulk of the Members. Surely there must be something arising in Committee which would be of general interest. There are, or should be, if sufficient members can be found, four on Committee without portfolio, one of whom could be made liaison officer with the Editor on such matters as are not confidential to the Committee. Surely there is one person, regularly in the Clubroom, with one ear to the ground, who constantly gleans news and can give a written account of it to the Editor. At one time the Social Secretary wrote up coming events in the magazine so as to give people some clue as to what the entertainment consisted of. And bods were encouraged to write up in advance the highlights of forthcoming trips. I doubt if there have been any detailed directions published on how to get to the Kangaroo Valley land - surely someone takes some pride in the acquisition and wants all to see it.
-There are, or should be, if sufficient members can be found, four
-on Committee without portfolio, one of whom could be made liaison officer with the Editor on such matters as are not confidential to the Committee. Surely there is one person, regularly in the Clubroom, with one ear to the ground, who constantly gleans news and can give a written account of it to the Edr, At one time, the Social Sec. wrote up coMing events in the mag0 so as to give people some clue as to what the entertainment consisted of. And bods were encouraged to write up in advance the highlights of forthcoming trips. I doubt if there have been any detailed directions published on how to get to the Kaligarbo Valley land  surely someone takes some pride in the acquisition and wants all to see it.
-As the NonActive sees it, he hears more outside the Club than is conveyed by the Magazine. There is a wide gap somewhere in the Club communication system.
+As the nonactive sees it, he hears more outside the Club than is conveyed by the Magazine. There is a wide gap somewhere in the Club communication system.
 BRIAN HARVEY
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-Saturday night was spent in the comfort of the Wybornsi weekender at Mt. Wilson. The majority of the party bludged around and watched T.V. beside the fire while it was misty and wet outside.
+===== A Dog of a Time Down Claustral =====
-Sunday morning after the party had grouped at Mt. Tomah, we reluctantly set out down the ridge towards the creek.- Accompanying us was a small friendly grey four-legged furry female animal (dog) which passed the point of no return and was destined to be the first four-legged abseiler down Claustrel. It enjoyed quite an interesting walk down to the first small bomb and swim, where it soon lost its courage and cried and whimpered (like some of the other members of the party.)
-Vre proceeded down the creek to the first major bonb where on completion we had one unhappy wet scraggy dog and 15 unhappy wet scraggy "canyoneersl Not far past this we commenced the abseil section. Three ropes were set 1_113 in the usual manner and the party began abseiling through the thundering waterfalls into the cold gloomy watery depths below. Because there was a shortage of small slings with provision for four legs, one of our gallant members volunteered his pack to safely transport the dog to the bottom of the abseils. Due to circumstances beyond everyones control the swim at the end of the third abseil was unavoidable.
+Saturday night was spent in the comfort of the Wyborn's weekender at Mt. Wilson. The majority of the party bludged around and watched T.V. beside the fire while it was misty and wet outside.
-After this a quick sprint, brought us to the usual lunchspot whore a blazing fire was lit and well-used. Our fine furry friend decided it was time to stretch its cold paws on dry land and it rolled around in the dust trying to soak up every bit of available warmth in the earth. It was obvious that it had left its "picnic lunch" at home, so we all donated a few morsels to the worthy cause.
+Sunday morning after the party had grouped at Mt. Tomah, we reluctantly set out down the ridge towards the creek. Accompanying us was a small friendly grey four-legged furry female animal (dog) which passed the point of no return and was destined to be the first four-legged abseiler down Claustral. It enjoyed quite an interesting walk down to the first small bomb and swim, where it soon lost its courage and cried and whimpered (like some of the other members of the party.)
-With many moans and groans we continued our journey down to the last swim, where we had to suffer the initial. agony before the satisfaction of finding ourselves nearly, home.
+We proceeded down the creek to the first major bomb where on completion we had one unhappy wet scraggy dog and 15 unhappy wet scraggy "canyoneers". Not far past this we commenced the abseil section. Three ropes were set in the usual manner and the party began abseiling through the thundering waterfalls into the cold gloomy watery depths below. Because there was a shortage of small slings with provision for four legs, one of our gallant members volunteered his pack to safely transport the dog to the bottom of the abseils. Due to circumstances beyond everyones control the swim at the end of the third abseil was unavoidable.
-The dog had unfortunately suffered from "Claustrelphobia" but once on the ridge it recovered sufficiently to bound home before us.
+After this a quick sprint brought us to the usual lunchspot whore a blazing fire was lit and well-used. Our fine furry friend decided it was time to stretch its cold paws on dry land and it rolled around in the dust trying to soak up every bit of available warmth in the earth. It was obvious that it had left its "picnic lunch" at home, so we all donated a few morsels to the worthy cause.
+With many moans and groans we continued our journey down to the last swim, where we had to suffer the initial agony before the satisfaction of finding ourselves nearly home.
+The dog had unfortunately suffered from "Claustralphobia" but once on the ridge it recovered sufficiently to bound home before us.
+===== Jagungal Man =====
 ************************* By Jim Brown ****************************
-Some weeks after the trip was over, I was talking about it
-to Don Matthews, who had been in the same area a few days earlier, when he asked, "Are you a Jagungal Man too?"
-Although this sounds r,thor like a relic from pre-history - such as a Neanderthal Man or the Peking Man - I knew what he meant. There are Places in the high snow plains which do not
-always appeal at first, but they grow on you, catch the imagination, and call you b ck again. Perhaps it is the sheer size and silence of the country that captures one.
-I had first visited Jaguncal at the beginning of my earliest walk in the Snowy Mountains, in 1947, and, as far as I can recall, was not iareatly impressed. The place was pleasant, but seemod uniformly grey-green in colnur, and nothing like so spectacular as the abrupt cliffs and blue gorges of other areas I had walked. It was not until a day or two after jagungal that I began to come under the spell of the high plains, and although I went back to the Snowy Mountains of N.S.T. and Victoria on many later trips, I didn't revisit Jagungal.
-Late last year with a December-January holiday in view, and daughter enthusing over the prospect of a week at a "Teen Ranch," Kath and I got around to discussing what we might do at the same time. It was agreed that the high country is practically the only area where one can walk in comfort in high summers but not the Kosciusko Albina - Upper Snowy River which had been done to death in a series of summer camps. What about the Brindabella Range, west of Canberra, rising to more than 6,000 feet in places? 'Tell, to do anything really worth-while there it would entail a good deal of hill climbing and we felt like taking it easy.
-Presently 7ath said "Could we got in to Jagungal?' - the high isolatea hummock we had often seen from Kosciusko. After a map reconnaissance, it was pretty obvious that one could plan a fairly easy jagunEal walk, coming in from the north. I said, "It's nice, gently rolling country, with good camping, but nothing like so dramatic as the Main Range are." I was not yet a Jaa-ungal man.
-One of the dubious benefits (from the walker's viewpoint) of operations by the Snowy Mountains Authority is the construction
-of the Kiandra Cabramurra Tumut River - Khancoban road, Using this access, we reached a point near Round Mountain where finger Posts indicated the way to Grey Mr,TO Hut and Jagungal, and
-after an early lunch started off along the Toolong Range.
-The track is almost a roar:1.n however it would be a bold
-motorist who took a conventional car more than three or four miles south of Round 7ountain0 The whole of the way is through
-snow plain country with odd pat Los of forest, and the ridge
-undulates gently, but reains generally within the compass of 5000ft - 5300 ft. In this season, following a winter of poor snows, the wild flowers :ore oaly, and whole fields of yellow bachelors buttons, white, yello,7 and purple daisies, buttercups and eyebrights reached cut ahead of us.
-Not long after leaving the car we topped a gentle rise; fororard ond left us was the valley of the T.7pcor Tumut River -
-a relatively gentle hollow at this point, - and beyond that was a groy-groon mountain rising wail above its outliers. Fissured
-dark rocky battlements formed it north-western face, - the one we "TOT viewing0 in a matter-of-fact way 1 said "That's our target -
-Quito a lump isn't it?" but I felt far more impressed than I'd expected.
-Throughout a warm afternoon we walked across those flowery alpine meadows, with Jagungal ,:;rowing larger as we closed up. Once we spotted an emu - the first Pd sighted in the Kosciusko country, althogh I had seen a small group in the Bogong High Plains of Victoria more than 20 years ago.
-:e camped early on the forest above an pan of Hellhole Crock, and as the yellow light lengthened, we wondered at a
-white object on the oentral knob of the three crowns of Jagangal. Could it be the trig? Perhaps, but from an angle the southern
-top looked highest.
-It was mild, and there wore mosquitos about that night - another kind of wild life I'd not found in that area before.
-Luckily we had netting as a fly-screen and that kept most of them out of the tent.
-In the morning it was again worm and bright with some wind in the south west, and it took only 2A hours to roach the track junction at the western side of Jagungal. Our plan was to set up camp, have early lunch, then tackle the hill without packs in the afternoon, and a nicely sheltered spot in a side gully becme our tent site.
-We had got into position so early that it was only a few minutes after midday when we started for the top, up a steep little spur which leads on to the long gentle south west ridge of the mountain. Half an hour brought us on to this meadow-like
-spur with some of the densest growth of snow daisy I've ever seen. The added height allowed us to look south towards the main Kosciusko - Townsend top and west over the Dargals, and between those two high areas The sky had a hazy, bruised, blue black book. (Had I said a little earlier "'Te don't need capes oxygroundsheets - it's not going to rain?" ). Kath said "That's a weather change - we'd better hurry if you're going to get photographs." It was a change, all right, and coming up fast, so we made a dash for the summit.
-The first few drops of wind-blown rain hit us first below the top, and we refuged in an overhang formed by several leaning boulders. The crevices in the rocks were clogged with brown-yellow moths (? Bogong moth?) and when I lit a cigarette they tumbled out in hundreds, flopping stupidly on the earth floor.
-That first sprinkle blew over, and we scuttled up to the trig- the white cement object on the middle crest, now quite obviously the top. Now cloud was sweeping over, there was no photograph in it, even thogh the big tops to the south looked intriguing in the fleetin scod of cloud and rain. After that, apart from a brief refuge in another flying shower, we wont down fast, and were back to the tent by 3.00 p.m.
-The sky cleared, warm sunlight streamed dawn, while we took
-afternoon tea. Then another,cloud - a dark, threatening met
-and we retreated to the tent. "We'll have dinner when it blows past."
-It didn't "blow past" till the middle of the night. In the
-intervening hours the hills rolled with thunder, the wind roared
-up and down the side gully, carrying sheets of rain, and dribbles ran down the lower walls inside the tent where the long snow grasses rubbed the wildly waving fabric. We managed a cold tea, and settled
-down for the night in an attitude of great togetherness.
-After midnight it blew clear, and in the brilliant morning
-the tent was frozen stiff. We thawed ourselves and the tent in crisp sunlight, and started along the trail which skirts the northern side of Jagungal, then heads east and north towards Farm Ridge and Doubtful River. The myriads of flies had gone to cover in the keen and back in the north west. was Round Mountain - now our 'destination.
-A couple, of hours on the way, passing again through clustered daisy bush and yellow buttons, brought us to O'Keeffe's Hut. The visitor's book contained an entry two weeks old by Don Matthews, who had been there with a colleague of winter skiing trips, and had written "going on to Farm Ridge Hut for the night."
-T'or some distance beyonCL O'Keefe's Hut, Jagungal still dominated the ekyline behind us, but its northern outliers blocked it out as we went down to cross Dogong Creek. It reappeared as we topped Farm Ridge, and there - ab, the hut, it was a tumbledown ruin with loot a stick standing.	e wondered ilew Don and his mate had wnjoued their sojourn there. (He told me later "I was pretty sure it had gone, but Roger seemed positive we could use it --- any how we camped just near.")
-We did likewise, nampinL by lunch time in a patch of forest with an ourlook over ,a pasture that was almost as yellow with flowers at noon as it was in the golden evening light after wo had returned from a leisurely afternoon stroll along the Happy Jach. trail, and over the Doubtful '2Livea- where I'd "come in" to the alps more than 22 years before.
-On the east morning we turned off at the signposts a few yards above the wrockaGe of Farm Ridge Hut, and headed north along the range. The spur obviously he,,an't been traversed by wheeled vehicles for a long time, and the track was obscure in spots, but it proved an easy, open ridge. At each halt we looked backward, and though cur big mountain was receding, somehow it loomed larger in our recollections as we moved on.
-we didn't lose Jagungal until we descended the final 900ft. into the wide treeless valley of Tumut River, where some fallen fence rosts yielded full for our lunch brew-up. Then we took to
-the final hill, climbing past Round Mountain Hut and rejoining our
-outward path near the eastern shoulder of that mountain. Once again the big fellow served to fill the south-eastern sky-line behind us, and only at the last knoll before we came down to the "car park" by the Cabramur:ca Road, did Jagungal finally disappear.
-It seemed quite proper that the mountain should be out of sight from the road. Jagungal is still sufficiently far from frequented roads to bc a walker's mountain, and there is some satisfaction in going to It, coming under its particular fascination, and being able to say to Don's question - "Yes, I'm a Jagungal man."
+Some weeks after the trip was over, I was talking about it to Don Matthews, who had been in the same area a few days earlier, when he asked, "Are you a Jagungal Man too?" Although this sounds rather like a relic from pre-history - such as a Neanderthal Man or the Peking Man - I knew what he meant. There are places in the high snow plains which do not always appeal at first, but they grow on you, catch the imagination, and call you back again. Perhaps it is the sheer size and silence of the country that captures one.
-All articles and notices for publication in the
+I had first visited Jagungal at the beginning of my earliest walk in the Snowy Mountains, in 1947, and, as far as I can recall, was not greatly impressed. The place was pleasant, but seemed uniformly grey-green in colour, and nothing like as spectacular as the abrupt cliffs and blue gorges of other areas I had walked. It was not until a day or two after Jagungal that I began to come under the spell of the high plains, and although I went back to the Snowy Mountains of N.S.W. and Victoria on many later trips, I didn't revisit Jagungal.
-May Magazine to be in the hands of the Editor not later that 15th. My, 1970.
-The Treasurer advises all Members of the Sydney Bush Walkers that subscriptions for the !970/71 year are now duo and. payable. Rates are as follows:
+Late last year with a December-January holiday in view, and daughter enthusing over the prospect of a week at a "Teen Ranch," Kath and I got around to discussing what we might do at the same time. It was agreed that the high country is practically the only area where one can walk in comfort in high summers but not the Kosciusko - Albina - Upper Snowy River which had been done to death in a series of summer camps. What about the Brindabella Range, west of Canberra, rising to more than 6,000 feet in places? Well, to do anything really worth-while there it would entail a good deal of hill climbing and we felt like taking it easy.
+Presently Kath said "Could we get in to Jagungal?' - the high isolated hummock we had often seen from Kosciusko. After a map reconnaissance, it was pretty obvious that one could plan a fairly easy Jagungal walk, coming in from the north. I said, "It's nice, gently rolling country, with good camping, but nothing like so dramatic as the Main Range area." I was not yet a Jagungal man.
+One of the dubious benefits (from the walker's viewpoint) of operations by the Snowy Mountains Authority is the construction of the Kiandra - Cabramurra -Tumut River - Khancoban road. Using this access, we reached a point near Round Mountain where finger posts indicated the way to Grey Mare Hut and Jagungal, and after an early lunch started off along the Toolong Range.
+The track is almost a road however it would be a bold motorist who took a conventional car more than three or four miles south of Round Mountain. The whole of the way is through snow plain country with odd patches of forest, and the ridge undulates gently, but remains generally within the compass of 5000ft - 5300 ft. In this season, following a winter of poor snows, the wild flowers were early and whole fields of yellow bachelors buttons, white, yellow and purple daisies, buttercups and eyebrights reached out ahead of us.
+Not long after leaving the car we topped a gentle rise; forward and left of us was the valley of the Upper Tumut River - a relatively gentle hollow at this point - and beyond that was a grey-green mountain rising well above its outliers. Fissured dark rocky battlements formed its north-western face - the one we were viewing.  In a matter-of-fact way I said "That's our target - quite a lump isn't it?" but I felt far more impressed than I'd expected.
+Throughout a warm afternoon we walked across those flowery alpine meadows, with Jagungal growing larger as we closed up. Once we spotted an emu - the first I'd sighted in the Kosciusko country, althogh I had seen a small group in the Bogong High Plains of Victoria more than 20 years ago.
+We camped early on the forest above an arm of Hellhole Crock, and as the yellow light lengthened, we wondered at a
+white object on the central knob of the three crowns of Jagungal. Could it be the trig? Perhaps, but from an angle the southern top looked highest.
+It was mild, and there wore mosquitos about that night - another kind of wild life I'd not found in that area before. Luckily we had netting as a fly-screen and that kept most of them out of the tent.
+In the morning it was again warm and bright with some wind in the south west, and it took only 2 1/2 hours to reach the track junction at the western side of Jagungal. Our plan was to set up camp, have early lunch, then tackle the hill without packs in the afternoon, and a nicely sheltered spot in a side gully becme our tent site.
+We had got into position so early that it was only a few minutes after midday when we started for the top, up a steep little spur which leads on to the long gentle south west ridge of the mountain. Half an hour brought us on to this meadow-like spur with some of the densest growth of snow daisy I've ever seen. The added height allowed us to look south towards the main Kosciusko - Townsend top and west over the Dargals, and between those two high areas the sky had a hazy, bruised, blue black look. (Had I said a little earlier "'We don't need capes and groundsheets - it's not going to rain?" ). Kath said "That's a weather change - we'd better hurry if you're going to get photographs."
+It was a change, all right, and coming up fast, so we made a dash for the summit. The first few drops of wind-blown rain hit us first below the top, and we refuged in an overhang formed by several leaning boulders. The crevices in the rocks were clogged with brown-yellow moths (Bogong moth?) and when I lit a cigarette they tumbled out in hundreds, flopping stupidly on the earth floor.
+That first sprinkle blew over, and we scuttled up to the trig - the white cement object on the middle crest, now quite obviously the top. Now cloud was sweeping over, there was no photograph in it, even though the big tops to the south looked intriguing in the fleeting scod of cloud and rain. After that, apart from a brief refuge in another flying shower, we went down fast, and were back to the tent by 3.00 p.m.
+The sky cleared, warm sunlight streamed down, while we took afternoon tea. Then another cloud - a dark, threatening one - and we retreated to the tent. "We'll have dinner when it blows past."
+It didn't "blow past" till the middle of the night. In the intervening hours the hills rolled with thunder, the wind roared up and down the side gully, carrying sheets of rain, and dribbles ran down the lower walls inside the tent where the long snow grasses rubbed the wildly waving fabric. We managed a cold tea, and settled down for the night in an attitude of great togetherness.
+After midnight it blew clear, and in the brilliant morning the tent was frozen stiff. We thawed ourselves and the tent in crisp sunlight, and started along the trail which skirts the northern side of Jagungal, then heads east and north towards Farm Ridge and Doubtful River. The myriads of flies had gone to cover in the keen and back in the north west was Round Mountain - now our destination.
+A couple of hours on the way, passing again through clustered daisy bush and yellow buttons, brought us to O'Keeffes Hut. The visitor's book contained an entry two weeks old by Don Matthews, who had been there with a colleague of winter skiing trips, and had written "going on to Farm Ridge Hut for the night."
+For some distance beyond O'Keefe's Hut, Jagungal still dominated the skyline behind us, but its northern outliers blocked it out as we went down to cross Dogong Creek. It reappeared as we topped Farm Ridge, and there - ah, the hut, it was a tumbledown ruin with barely a stick standing. We wondered how Don and his mate had enjoyed their sojourn there. (He told me later "I was pretty sure it had gone, but Roger seemed positive we could use it --- any how we camped just near.")
+We did likewise, camping by lunch time in a patch of forest with an ourlook over a pasture that was almost as yellow with flowers at noon as it was in the golden evening light after we had returned from a leisurely afternoon stroll along the Happy Jach. trail, and over the Doubtful River - where I'd "come in" to the alps more than 22 years before.
+On the last morning we turned off at the signposts a few yards above the wreckage of Farm Ridge Hut, and headed north along the range. The spur obviously hadn't been traversed by wheeled vehicles for a long time and the track was obscure in spots, but it proved an easy, open ridge. At each halt we looked backward, and though our big mountain was receding, somehow it loomed larger in our recollections as we moved on.
+We didn't lose Jagungal until we descended the final 900ft. into the wide treeless valley of Tumut River, where some fallen fence posts yielded full for our lunch brew-up. Then we took to the final hill, climbing past Round Mountain Hut and rejoining our outward path near the eastern shoulder of that mountain. Once again the big fellow served to fill the south-eastern sky-line behind us, and only at the last knoll before we came down to the "car park" by the Cabramurra Road, did Jagungal finally disappear.
+It seemed quite proper that the mountain should be out of sight from the road. Jagungal is still sufficiently far from frequented roads to be a walker's mountain, and there is some satisfaction in going to it, coming under its particular fascination, and being able to say to Don's question - "Yes, I'm a Jagungal man."
+===== Notices =====
+==== Deadline for May Magazine ====
+All articles and notices for publication in the May Magazine to be in the hands of the Editor not later that 15th. May, 1970.
+==== Subscriptions ====
+The Treasurer advises all Members of the Sydney Bush Walkers that subscriptions for the 1970/71 year are now due and payable. Rates are as follows:
 ACTIVE MEMBERS: $6.00
-MORD]) coups 3eoo
+MARRIED COUPLES: $8.00
-FULLTIME STUDENTS $4.00 NONACTIVES:	$1.00
+FULLTIME STUDENTS: $4.00
-Please oblige with an early remitt7mce.
+NONACTIVES:	$1.00
+Please oblige with an early remittance.
-The Paddy Pallin Orienteering Competition, 1970 will be held on Saturday, 23rd.. May. Please see or get in tough with Alan Pike (Walks
+==== Swimming Carnival Results ====
-Secretary) to obtain your entry form.
-,	u 	mc ono r
-DEADLINE FOR MAY	MAGAZILE
-SWIMMING CARNIVAL RESULTS
 The following are the results of the S.B.W. Swimming Carnival held earlier this year at Lake Eckersley.
-	WOMEN'S FREESTYLE: 1st,	N. Bourke
+WOMEN'S FREESTYLE:
-nd.	C. Brown
+st	N. Bourke
-rd,	M. Lloyd
+nd	C. Brown
-MEN'S FREESTYLE:	1st0	D. Ackland
+rd	M. Lloyd
-nd.	B. Pacey
+MEN'S FREESTYLE:
-rd.	L. Quaken
+st	D. Ackland
-WOMEN'S BREASTSTROKE: 1st0	R. Bourke
+nd	B. Pacey
-	-----2nd3	N, Bourke
+rd	L. Quaken
-rd.	C. Brown.
+WOMEN'S BREASTSTROKE:
-	MEN'S BREASTSTROKE: 1st.	L. Quaken
+st	R. Bourke
-nd,	L. Rayner
+nd	N. Bourke
-rd.	E. Engels
+rd	C. Brown.
-wommrs LI-LO:	1st0	R. Bourke
+MEN'S BREASTSTROKE:
-nd.	C. Brown
+st	L. Quaken
-rd.	D. Noble
+nd	L. Rayner
-MEN'S LI-LO:	1st.	K. Muddle
+rd	E. Engels
-nd.	B. Pacey
+WOMEN's LI-LO:
-rd.	C. Shappert
+st	R. Bourke
-WOKEN 'S PEANUT
+nd	C. Brown
-SCRAMBLE:
+rd	D. Noble
-LEN'S PEANUT SCRABLE:
+MEN'S LI-LO:
-st.	N. Bourke
+st	K. Muddle
-nd.	H. Lowrie
+nd	B. Pacey
-rd.	K. Brown
+rd	C. Shappert
-st3	7. Engels
+WOMEN 'S PEANUT SCRAMBLE:
-nd0	S. Hinde
+st	N. Bourke
-rd.	L. Davidson & L Rayner
+nd	H. Lowrie
-The Club Cups were awarded as follows:-
+rd	K. Brown
-FARQUFAR CUP: N. Bourke (For highest aggregate - women)
+MEN's PEANUT SCRAMBLE
-HENLEY CUP: L. Quaken and D. Ackland (RinisnEinT aggr te s
+st	E. Engels
-mm BEANDELBERG CUP:N. Bourke and L. Davidson.
+nd	S. Hinde
+rd	L. Davidson & L Rayner
+The Club Cups were awarded as follows:
+FARQUFAR CUP: N. Bourke (for highest aggregate - women)
+HENLEY CUP: L. Quaken and D. Ackland (equal score - aggreggate highest points - men)
+MANDELBERG CUP: N. Bourke and L. Davidson.