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My blog nick-name is SIR HUGH. I'm not from the aristocracy - my middle name is Hugh which relates to the list of 282 hills in Scotland compiled by Sir Hugh Munro in 1891. I climbed my last one (Sgurr Mor) on 28th June 2009

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Sunday, 26 June 2011

Dickie Morsley - update on my post of 6th May (day 17 of Welsh Walk)

In the post referred to I told of meeting the widow of Dickie Morsley in Llandygai near Bangor. Mrs M told me of her husband’s connections with JHB Bell who I erroneously said had written “Mountaineering in Scotland”, the proper title of his classic opus is “A Progress in Mountaineering” published in 1950. John Proud and Tom W did some research and found some reference to Dickie, and these are detailed in the comments on the post.
In Bell’s book I have found reference to Dickie in a lively account by Bell of an ascent of Central Buttress on Scafell in September 1940 with Dickie,  Jack Henson and Percy Small. Here is a short extract describing the start.
“The climb started up a steep slab with with two rather difficult movements. At the top of the first pitch we were hailed by Syd Cross, and Mrs Cross and A T Hargreaves from below, bestowing words of advice and encouragement. Cross had led CB in boots without any combined tactics at the Flake Crack ...”
Mrs M also mentioned her husband making the first ascent of Suicide Wall which led me to The Climbers’ Club Guide to Ogwen and Carneddau (1993), and the following extract.


 "Of the characters hardened by army training Chris Preston stood out above the rest. He had been one of the party which clipped an hour off the Welsh 3000 footers, and after a day's climbing had raced up Snowdon in 48 mins. His route Advocate's Wall on the Devil's Kitchen was merely a prelude to a major breakthrough. On October 7th 1945 Preston led the first route on Suicide (WallSuicide Wall Route 1). By modern standards it is graded E2 5c, and one must remember that it was done in gym shoes - there were no runners - and it was utterly serious and committing from the moment that he made his big push. Not surprisingly there were only two repeats during the next 14 years, and the route remained for some years as the hardest route in the country. By comparison John Lawton's  1948 route Suicide Groove was far more amenable, but nevertheless it was an intimidating line and compared well with other hard routes of the day.


One pre-war push had been made when Paul Work and APG HUghes attacked the front to Llech Ddu but sadly after completing three very hard pitches they were forced to retreat. It was left to George Dwyer and Dickie Morsley to complete the Central Route of Llech Ddu in 1946. It was an inspired foretaste of what was to come in the future".


I have not been able to trace who seconded Preston on Suicide Wall, but guess this may have been our Dickie - I reckon persistent Googling may find the answer, but Climbers’ Club records are unreadable on badly reproduced pdfs. Somebody who is a member would presumably have access to the originals, which would also most ilkely be lodged with the British Library. 

Monday, 20 June 2011

Welsh Boundary Walk - aftermath

Thursday/Friday 16/17th June
Thursday night at The Cartref Hotel was enjoyable. The proprietress, Kristiina is a Finnish lady and an interesting conversationalist. There was a good connection because I visited Finnish friends in Finland with my family back in the Eighties. I had noticed that Kristiina had framed illustrations from Kalevala, and some other interesting paintings which we talked about; she also had a good knowledge of the history of the French Invasion of Fishguard in 1797. 
I needed a taxi to get to the station the next day for 1:30pm, the alternative being more than half an hour’s walk. Kristiina could not find a taxi for me and eventually offered to drive me herself. In the morning I left my rucksack at the hotel and looked round the town including a visit to the town hall where is displayed a magnificent tapestry celebrating the two hundredth anniversary of The Invasion. This splendid item was made over a period of four years involving seventy seven local people and depicts the history of the event in fascinating detail. It is 30.4 metres long by 53 cm deep, and is intentionally based on the Bayeux Tapestry. I try to avoid coercing other people into seeing, or reading things that might not be of interest to them, but I would strongly recommend anybody to go and have a look at the Fishguard tapestry.
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A few reflections on the walk.
The walk gave me a great feeling of satisfaction in its achievement proving to be a readily identifiable and appealing project.
The most enduring impression was the generosity and willingness to be helpful, very often at inconvenience to themselves, of the Welsh people. That may sound trite which impels me to re-emphasise the point.
The second impression was the sheer lengths of continuous beauty of the Welsh coastline. I had an ongoing personal debate comparing The Gower and Pembrokeshire coasts, and whilst they each have their individual merits, the fact that the Pembrokeshire coastline is National Park, where unsightly development has been restricted, is something to be truly thankful for. The estuary area of The River Towy including Ferryside and Laugharne was another part that particularly impressed me on two glorious days of sharp clarity and rich colour, and having the added ambience of its association with Dylan Thomas.
A surprise for me was the coastline between Chepstow and Cardiff which I had imagined would be partly industrial and dreary, but turned out to be peaceful, pretty and dotted with unspoiled villages mostly occupied by local people and not turned into townees’ weekend  retreats. 
On the downside the state of public footpaths was often tiresome, particulalry down the eastern border. Most of these are marked by signposts where they leave the road, but after that tend to be badly overgrown, indiscernible on the ground, and at worst blocked off with barbed wire and locked gates. In the end, if I could see a road alternative that kept me within the guideline that I had set myself, of staying two kilometres either side of the border, I would take the road. Campsites were limited in many places leading to a test of one’s resourcefulness to find a place to stay.
I only remember one disagreeable person, and I hope he was not Welsh - he was the manager of The Acorn Campsite at Llantwit Major who would not let me stay on his site because he said it was full when it was obvious he could easily have accommodated a tiny backpacking tent on various bits of grass that were evident even as I spoke to him. It was about five in the afternoon, and his refusal put me to a lot of trouble, but it was his downright negative attitude that rankled with me, being in such marked contrast to the many people who had been so helpful.

Thursday, 16 June 2011

Welsh Boundary Walk - Abercastle to Fishguard

Thursday 16th June - day 58 (last day)

When I arrived at Trellyn last night there was nobody about. A notice asked delivery people to blow their horn for attention. I have carried a bright orange emergency whistle for years now, and fortunately have never had occasion to use it. One blast produced immediate results (no need for six times a minute).

In the evening Kevin and Claire invited me into the house for wine and chat with their son and two other boys who were staying and cycling back to their home via Cycle Route 4 (the one I have mentioned before running from London to Fishguard). I also had a tour of the site, and yes Gimmer you are right about teepee versus yurt, but Kevin has made a de luxe yurt which I saw and will show you photos later; I had intended to post photos but forgot to take them on the iPhone.

This morning the sun shone and the sea sparkled. If you are reasonably fit and want your soul uplifting go and walk The Pembrokeshire Coast Path for the fourteen miles or so between Abercastle and Fishguard. During the first two hours I only met one person who turned out to be a friend of Kevin and Claire; he was called Pete and he had four dogs who all seemed to be as excited by the spectacular scenery and glorious weather as I was. The combination of last night's stay and that walk have provided a wonderful climax to what has been a very worthwhile project.

The walk was finished at Fishguard railway station at 3:15pm.

I am now in the Cartref Hotel in Fishguard having bought a Welsh T shirt, and another shirt to wear for my proposed visit to one of the two recommended restaurants. According to the Welsh dictionary app that I downloaded to the iPhone Cartref means a home.

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Wednesday, 15 June 2011

Yurt

My yurt at trellyn.co.uk

Me and my fire at Trellyn

Welsh Boundary Walk - Whitesands Bay to Abercastle

Wednesday - 15th June - day 57

It is not often that I get down to Plan D. Plan A was to to stay in the Ship Inn at Trefin. B was to bed a breakfast at Trefin and eat in the pub if the pub did not do accommodation. C was to camp on the site at Trefin.

The pub did not do accommodation, but recommended three b and bs all of which were no good for various reasons, and when I saw the campsite I didn't fancy it, so Plan D evolved. There was another campsite a couple of kilometres up the road at Abercastle so I made for that. This turned out to be Trellyn Woodland Camping - trellyn.co.uk. This is a huge woodland site with yurts set up and also camping pitches. Tarpaulin type kitchens are also set up and full provision for wood fires including supplies of wood. Kevin Bird has Canadian background and set about bringing a backwoods camping experience to this site. I must say it is a wonderful set up. I am now installed in my own yurt and have a huge wood fire outside keeping me warm. What a find, and what a last night.

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Welsh Boundary Walk - Newgale to Whitesands Bay

Tuesday 14th June - day 56

Ups and downs for the first two miles then mostly flat cliff top walking in full sunshine.

There have been more people on this section than anywhere else on the trip. I probably encountered someone every ten minutes including a chap I had chatted to in the village last night (no, not the Bernie Ecclestone character). Most of the people are middle class retirees, well dressed, and wearing stout shoes.

I called at the post office in Solva where I was made welcome and chatted for some time.

At Porth Clais there was a kiosk cafe (fruitcake, flapjack and tea).

There is literally drama at the moment in Whitesands Bay. A film company is making a production of either Richard the Second, or the Third. My two sources differed as to which king it is. As I arrived on the cliff top I came across two people, the first being some sort of paparazzi who had found himself what coarse fishermen call "a good hole" well nestled into the long grass with camera and long lens overlooking the scene of the production on the beach. The second was an archetypal security, night club bouncer type who was trying to eject Paparazzi, but with very little verbal skill- they were really going at it as I slid past unnoticed by these two combatants.

The guy in the cafe a bit further on said the production had brought little extra business because the film company are almost self sufficient, and in fact at one stage they had been trying to prevent the public from visiting the bay.

This has been an easy and pleasant day. The campsite here is mediocre - I am on a slope, and there is no paper in the wc. I have just walked down to the car park area and public toilet where things are much better appointed. My neighbours are a German family with a campervan tent combination, and it is their first campsite in England which made me feel embarrassed, and urged me to assure them we gave better sites than this.

It looks like one more night after this and a finish on Thursday.

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