The Glyders - Castle of the Winds, The Three Witches, and The Cantilever.

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Originally Posted by Wirefox

I fell off it in 1982 -... and before you know it the rope went tight and my goolies were in an iron grip.

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We will assume, just for the sake of this thread, that Beckie's wonderful work and the many images of your son demonstrate that there was no lasting damage!

I love the subtlety of the color and even in this case could easily succumb to the English usage as it does have a prettier quality to it...colour.

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We will assume, just for the sake of this thread, that Beckie's wonderful work and the many images of your son demonstrate that there was no lasting damage!

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There is also a third...Stef - so no the Whillans harness was many things but not a very successful contraceptive device. In fact in those days a flick through the accident journal in the Old Dungeon Ghyll (Langdale) was a sobering pastime (even after 8 pints of Theaksons Old Peculiar). Although I remember one entry describing "severely gashed buttocks" was the cause of much hillarity amongst our group. No it was Lycra that caused the demise of the mountaineers as a hirsute icon of manhood. Cords, denim and moleskin was starting to be replaced by Aerosmiths wardrobe and the sensuous sliding of the lycra around the gentlemans nether regions made mountaineering in the UK a distinctly camp affair. As the new wave of mountaineers minced along the paths of the fells Britain was loosing its balls.

When we thought it could get no worse the devil spawned Goretex:eek: The serenity and foreboding silence of the high peak was shattered by the swish swash of the Goretex anorak. This breathable abomination killed oiled aran and cotton duck overnight and replaced it with fluoresant visions of middle class righteousness. It was doned by those who carried an OS map in a little plastic wallet and wrapped thenselves in survival blanket when stopped for lunch. Goretex coupled with lycra was the fetishists dream and out beloved wilderness became the desination of choice of the suburban bondage fetishist. Sad times...sad times

I.am.just.biting my tongue!:rolleyes:

Checked out the link,Rob.Thanks. That's a wonderful shot with the sheep standing there - so much colour too but it's the sheep that does something for it. I think I like it better than the B &W now :) ..but the photos in B&W are very good in B&W.There was a lot of colour where the sheep was so to have lost that would have detracted from the image.

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Originally Posted by JohnC

That's a wonderful shot with the sheep standing there - so much colour too but it's the sheep that does something for it.

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I knew they had a purpose in life. :rolleyes: But I had to get Judy to tie the bugger to a rock before he'd stand and pose like that. So she too has her uses :D

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Originally Posted by rob marshall

I knew they had a purpose in life. :rolleyes: But I had to get Judy to tie the bugger to a rock before he'd stand and pose like that. So she too has her uses :D

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Glue works much better...I use it for birds all the time. :rolleyes:

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Originally Posted by MiniChris

Glue works much better...I use it for birds all the time. :rolleyes:

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What I can't abide is when a sheep poses beautifully for you, just at the right point as you walk past. But then just as you get the camera out and up to your face you see through the view-finder that they have 'relocated' to a distant hill about half a mile away. How do they do that?

Suspect Merlin has had his hand in that bit of mystery.

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How do they do that?

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I believe the term is to apparate. They can perform the confundus charm well especially when crossing roads. Most sheep are amimagus in other words they are really Wayne Rooney.