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Triple compleation on Slat Bheinn

Triple compleation on Slat Bheinn


Postby Norman_Grieve » Wed Oct 03, 2012 10:21 am

Fionas included on this walk: Slat Bheinn

Date walked: 25/09/2012

Time taken: 12.5 hours

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Triple compleated on Slat Bheinn a week ago yesterday after 35 years o' hillbashing but a mere 30 on t' Grahams. :clap:
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Re: Triple compleation on Slat Bheinn

Postby Gavin99 » Wed Oct 03, 2012 12:25 pm

Congratulations on your achievement :clap:
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Herebe yon photies : Triple compleation on Slat Bheinn

Postby Norman_Grieve » Wed Oct 03, 2012 12:40 pm

Herebe yon photies :

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Re: Triple compleation on Slat Bheinn

Postby gaffr » Wed Oct 03, 2012 1:47 pm

Great effort Norman.....when are you starting on the lecture tour. :) Didn't really know about this hill but I must have passed by to travel over Sgurr nan Eugallt when we were returning from Knoydart. That map doesn't show up the stalkers path that I'm sure we followed downwards to reach the Kinlochhourn road. The picture of the wee house near the narrows of the sea loch brings back some recall. The owner used to leave the catch off on the porch window to allow folks to have shelter. :D
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Re: Triple compleation on Slat Bheinn

Postby basscadet » Wed Oct 03, 2012 2:39 pm

Oh well done :clap: must be great to compleat after such a long time, and what a bonny place to go for your last.. Kinda jealous tbh :mrgreen: :lol:
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Re: Triple compleation on Slat Bheinn

Postby mrssanta » Wed Oct 03, 2012 10:11 pm

Well done Norman that's a reall epic and what a lovely place to finish on.
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Re: Triple compleation on Slat Bheinn

Postby Norman_Grieve » Fri Oct 05, 2012 3:12 pm

mrssanta wrote:Well done Norman that's a reall epic and what a lovely place to finish on.


Cheers doll,

After careful examination of 1:25000 map, I found that the east top of Beinn Dearg above Glen Artney is given a 1m higher spot height than the west top which I climbed during the F&M outbreak 11yrs ago - so I went back & climbed it yesterday. :wink:
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Re: Triple compleation on Slat Bheinn

Postby mrssanta » Fri Oct 05, 2012 6:21 pm

well done, gotta do things properly. so what next?
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Re: Triple compleation on Slat Bheinn

Postby Norman_Grieve » Sat Oct 06, 2012 1:08 pm

mrssanta wrote:well done, gotta do things properly. so what next?


Looks like I'm t' last bod tae finish on Beinn Dearg, whereas there were trios Grahamists compleated on Slat Bheinn, including twa on the same day, who rushed thru 'em all in just 6 yrs, three years back. :?

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TR pt. 6 : Triple compleation on Slat Bheinn

Postby Norman_Grieve » Wed Oct 10, 2012 12:08 pm

Cycled out the few miles tae GC airport tae pickup what I'd bin teld wiz gonna be a bog standard Corsa, expectin' tae hiv tae chain ma iron hoss tae t' railings & hope it was still there when ah returned a coupla days later. However, I was pleasantly surprised to find that as this wasnae ready, yon fair hire-car lassie asked moi if I'd mind upgrading tae a fancy Foggie-style 4X4 gas-guzzler instead, at nae extra charge. I pondered this option for a nanosecond, then bit the fair quinies arm off - metaphorically speaking o' course.

Folding the back seats back I then tethered mein steed safely inside the spacious Clarkson approved mean-machine & headed off through the gathering dusk back hame tae collect ma meagre kit for the expected twa nichts in yon far-flung bothies. I was soon speeding on ma merry way along the killer A96, thankfully still in wan piece by the time I left it 45 mins later at Huntly. Thence o'er the hills tae the world single malt capital o' Dufftoun & ma 1st pit-stop at Aberlour, where I was mebbe awa tae leave without ma messages, when the bonnie wee lassie shopkeeper reminded auld Grandad, just in case a senior moment was awa tae strike.

After a couple o' years mostly being driven on public transport, I found that an hour or so later on the windy Loch Laggan road I was slowing doon several times tae let a succession of aspiring Stirling Moss wannabees race past. Feeling even mair ancient than ever, another hour or so doon t' road, I pulled intae the large carpark beside the Commando monument just up the hill fae Spean Bridge. Here I texted ma idle Safety Officers my plans, having decided tae push on tae Kinlochhourn, having been flirting with the idea of spending the night at that proverbial mansion, Invermallie bothy.

Onwards doon dark Glen Albyn, along the SE shore o' Loch Lochy through the gales & rain I pootered, again soon building up a Sunday Driver style wee tailback. I turned left [much tae their relief, nae doubt], at Invergarry Hotel, which appeared tae be doing a roaring trade in well heeled punters, given the large collection of delux jalopies pulled up alongside. A few miles later I turned left again onto possibly the longest cul-de-sac in the country, leading tae Kinlochhourn, thinking that surely ah wouldnae hiv tae worry aboot causing yet more traffic jams...

Sure nuf, twasn't but 30 secs later but I saw the headlights of a motor behind ma, shortly after pulling intae a passing place to let the speedy young? fellow by. The lights gradually pulled further & further ahead as we approached Tomdoun, thence up Glen Garry & up the hill past the dam at the foot o' Loch Quoich. The wind had noo increased to a howling gale & bits of Rhododendron bushes were strewn over the road as the wee lanie twisted along above the north shore of the loch, crossing the bridge o'er the narrow finger stretching north up Glen Quoich.

After creeping slowly doon t' steep, narrow, twisty, potholed final descent tae the end o' the road past Kinlochhourn, I turned around & gingerly reversed into the entrance to a wee fisherman's hut, a short distance back up the lanie. Jumping out at approaching midnight I saw that I'd narrowly avoided reversing off the side of the wee driveway doon a drop o' several feet intae the bog. I then opened up the hatchback & lifted oot mein steed, thence placing her unceremoniously in the deep undergrowth behind yon wee hut. With the space thus vacated I then lay doon ma prizewinning June '11 ToM Karrimat, spread oot moi Starlight II Mt. Eqpmnt cosy sleeping bag on top & climbed in to read a few pages o' Elmore Leonard's Complete Western Stories.

I then drifted off, being half woken a few times during the night by gusts o' wind which were strong enough tae shake even such sturdy piece o' metal as yon mean gas guzzler. These were accompanied by a fair lashing o' rain but I was somewhat relieved to find once daylight had arrived & I'd emerged fae ma fitful slumbers, that it was dry & the clouds lay above the top of Sgurr a' Mhaoraich, the highish Munro towering above the seaweed choking the narrow head of Loch Beag. I have a wee bit o' a soft spot for this mountain, as it was my first bonus hill, little o'er a month after ma wee Spanish tumble in t' first hour o' March back in '95.



It was still only 7.15am by the time I'd packed up ma overnight gear & pulled on me trusty S4K Verto's, having driven the short distance back alang t' road to the large parking area, where stood a sign demanding that wan drop a £1 coin in t' wee black box below for the privilige. I set off back west toward the end o' t' road, munching a large Lidl's German sausage, almost being brought tae a halt by a particularly vicious gust o' wind, soon passing mein trusty steed, her rear end poking out behind the wee shed in front o' which I'd just spent the wild nicht.



Twas but 5 1/2 years since I'd last been this way, after reascending the Corbett Sgurr nan Eugallt, following online info. that the trig point wasn't the highest point as marked on the map but another top a short distance to the NW. As I followed the very finely constructed path close above the shoreline, with the odd substantial drop doon t' rocks intae the sea, I passed the narrows of Caolas an Loch Bhig. The passage of each violent gust, fortunately blowing fae ma rear was marked out on the loch by a darker line of greater disturbance to the surface water.



Rounding the headland beyond, the path passed below the steep craggy nose dropping doon fae the end of the NW ridge of Sgurr Dubh, NE satellite of Sgurr nan Eugallt and bore up to the left to cross the Allt Coire Mhicrail at a substantial wooden bridge. It then dropped rightwards doon again above the wee plantation adjacent to Skiary cottage, before climbing up quite steeply to reach a fine viewpoint. Across the loch Sgurr na Sgine was well seen to the right of the Forcan ridge on the Saddle, although down the loch the summit of Ladhar Bheinn was just out of sight.



Much nearer at hand I looked across at the corrie which I had slid doon fae Druim Fada in deep wet snow a few years back & the shoreline along which I had begun my lang nightime traverse. The start of this was marked by the isle of Eilean Mhogh-sgeir, nestling near the middle of the loch out fae the headland of Rubha na h-Uigaig. Fae here there lay a descent almost back doon tae the shore, to cross the Allt a' Chamuis Bhain, only to climb all the way back up again to pass over the col behind Creag Raonabhal. It was over 23 years since I'd been beyond this point on the path, when enjoying a holiday with my first twa, noo grown-up daughters.



I briefly toyed with the idea of following the stream up left to the col between the Graham Meall nan Eun & Corbett, Sgurr nan Eugallt, then dropping down the other side into the head of Glen Barrisdale, then up the north ridge of Slat Beinn. Although I'd come down fae this col 5 years earlier, following an ascent of those twa peaks & knew this would be by far the shortest route to my objective, I decided it would be a shame to eshew another visit to Barrisdale & a night in it's bothy... Dropping back doon fae the 2nd col, back tae sea level wance mair, there was an even closer view of the scene of ma epic o' yesteryear, looking high o'er the roof of the wee cottage of Runival, beside which stood a fine, auld solitary Scots Pine.


Here the towering summit of Ladhar Bheinn reappeared, soaring up into the dark skies to the left of the wee isles dotted around the narrows leading into Barrisdale Bay. The next section of the path lay through the woods, along the top of steep rocks dropping into the loch below & steep craggy hillside stretching high above. At wan point it even ran over a wooden platform, built over the drop into the sea, beside a pile of slowly rotting timbers left over from it's construction. Wance out of the woods I thought I recognised the rocks where I'd left my older daughters with their mother & Terrence, my co-driver, shortly afore I passed ma driving test, the day after returning fae the holiday, the following week. They'd spent a couple of hours fishing, using a fine bed of mussels which we'd found on the rocks, whilst I'd carried on to Barrisdale & back.


A mile or so further along the superb lochside path it climbed up above the narrows of Caolas Mor, a strong current pouring out through the gap of perhaps only 50 yds. To the right of the wee wooded hillock opposite, o'er the far bank, lay the wee cottage where I'd thought of seeking emergency shelter on my night time retreat fae Druim Fada, before pressing on with my dark struggle for survival. As I dropped down the far side of yet another wee col, I heard the loud bark of what turned out to be the latest of several Grey Heron's I'd passed since Kinlochhourn, which lazily flapped it's huge wings, as it flew out over the loch. Not far beyond the narrows the path turned leftwards, climbing up through the bracken, where I was surprised to see a couple of young guys with large rucksacks walking towards moi.


They stopped & patiently waited, as I approached them up the narrow path, offering only a cursary hello, perhaps with a hint of East European twang, as I passed. I carried on up the 3rd & final of the major wee climbs of the lang approach, thinking it surely couldnae be much further tae Barrisdale, where I planned to jettison my relatively heavy pack & hae a wee break in t' bothy. Sure 'nuf I found I could see the east end of the lang, wide Barrisdale beach fae t' col beyond, doon the much wider Loch Hourn, turning rightwards as it ran down towards Skye. There was also a very fine view across the bay to Ladhar Bheinn, the high cliffs forming the headwall of Coire Dhorrcail, an imposing backdrop between the twin spires at the apex of the ridges forming the arms of the magnificent corrie.


A final descent led doon tae the vehicle track, close to where I'd been picked up by boat, bound for Arnisdale, in the morning with MK, 13 years before, on the last long September weekend holiday of the 20th Century. This had followed a night bivouacing on the rocks across the bay, having scaled Ladhar Bheinn the previous day, on my penultimate Munro expedition, 5 years prior to my final compleation. It was an easy stroll fae here, alongside the wide beach, towards Luinne Bheinn, my final Munro, leaving the coast just beyond the narrow grassy spit which backs the fine wide shell sands. A short distance along the track I passed Barisdale lodge on the right, nestling in it's wee wood, surrounded by lush meadows, fringed by salt marsh to it's right again.


After another half mile, running along the foot of the steep hillside leading up nearly 1700ft to Carn Mairi, 3hr fae the off, I finally reached the bothy, just beyond the stalker's estate cottage, complete with pickup parked outside in the middle of the track. Inside I found the bothy to be the most cheerless I've ever come upon, the fireplace having been blocked off by large metal sheeting, none of the usual pots & pans, only twa thin books on a wee shelf & a solitary 5yr auld copy of Trail magazine lying on the table. Even the sink sported a notice stating that all water should be boiled [easier said than done with no fire], as inspectors had found bacteria in the water! There were twa equally cheerless, smallish bunkrooms, the sole redeeming feature being a flush toilet & basin, which even sported a wee bar o' soap...

After munching on a wee spot o' elevenses, finding little tae tempt moi to delay my departure further, I baggsed wan o' t' bunks, spreading oot ma karrimat & sleeping bag & emptying ma sack o' most o' me spare grub. Thence I exited the rather dispiriting abode, for it's infinitely mair uplifting surroundings, being keen to escape the racket of the adjacent generator. I soon crossed the bridge o'er the river & continued alang the track past the path branching off right towards the Mam Barrisdale, leading over to Inverie. I hadnae gone much further when the track came to an abrupt end at a holiday cottage known as the White Hoose, where a young woman of my aquaintance had recently stayed, whilst scaling Ladhar Bheinn.

I found my way round the cottage on the right, thence crossing a mown meadow leftwards, to the right of a wee plantation. I threaded my way through the undergrowth, picking ma way past the brambles, on the far side of the meadow, passing the auld ruin of Ambraigh, I reached an old iron gate in the corner of the field & not far beyond this I forded the Allt Gleann Unndalain, just above it's confluence with the River Barrisdale, through which seconds later I did the same, glad o' ma S4K Verto's gortex lining.

Over the far bank I made my way up to a low ridge, enjoying walking up it' many wee low angle rock slabs, 'til I could see mein objective at last, it's steep, rocky west ridge rising sharply, still some way up the glen. The undulating rocky ridge curved to the left, awa fae the Barrisdale River & I was soon pleased to see the outline of the track which I should have followed straight fae the bothy, down to the left again. I carried on along the left side of the rough ridge until I suddenly hit the track, not far below a high point, where it crossed over the wee ridge I'd been following. My luck had finally run out as far as it staying dry was concerned but the fine drizzle which had started to fall soon gave way to a short burst of sunshine, lighting up the wee trees dotting the riverbank in the glen up ahead.

The auld track soon dropped doon tae pass close to an oxbow in the river, then climbed slowly for the next mile or so, passing close along the foot of the steep hillside rising 2000ft to the summit of An Caistail, high up to the left. I was deterred fae crossing back over the Barrisdale River to reach the direct start to the west ridge of Slat Beinn by a very steep craggy nose, carrying on well past the start of the woods on the NW flank of the ridge. I eventually cut right off the track below where it began to climb up more steeply awa fae the river, where it meandered to the right across the floor of the glen. At first I followed a steepening tongue of rough open ground up into the woods, then turned sharply left below the foot of broken crags.

I then slanted rightwards up through the woods, which provided reasonable going, with a certain amount of weaving about to find the easiest line. Once I broke through the trees I turned more directly up the hillside up very steep ground, finding a way through broken crags, not far right of the edge of the woods. I gained the crest of the ridge above the easier angled lower-middle section leading from the initial precipitous craggy nose, fae where a good view of the summit of Sgurr a' Choire-bheithe was to be had. This, my hardest gained Corbett, towered impressively above it's very steep, craggy north face & leftwards, it's very long west ridge, the Druim Chosaidh, leading over several undulations, including some airy scrambling high up, dropping gradually towards Loch Quoich.

I tended to follow the left side of the crest, traversing above the head of a steep gully dropping down to the upper SW corner of the wood flanking Glen Barrisdale, through which I'd recently climbed. Here I bore right up steep grass to regain the crest, where the angle lay back somewhat below more steep crags cutting in from the southern flank above the Allt Ruadh. Several Red Deer ran haltingly across the ridge from right to left, following a grassy ramp at the foot of the crags. Here I was again forced left onto the Glen Barrisdale flank, where although not as steep as the central section of the ridge, I found there were more opportunities for hard scrambling/climbing on a succession of rock walls which crossed the ridge.

Once again of late I found my stiff SK4 Verto Vibram soles inspiring confidence enough to find myself traversing the first higher wall fae right to left along a micro-ramp, despite the gale & intermittent light rain. The banded rock was nice & clean high grade metamorphic, which ran to good incut holes, particularly on the 2nd wall, which from below at first looked too hard to be attempting but went much more easily then expected, with many small but good hidden holds. Here I turned right at the top of the narrow west ridge, onto the broader wee summit plateau, fae where it was not far to the final wee rise to the fair sized summit cairn, gained at 1.30pm, 3hrs after leaving the bothy, approaching 6hrs on the go after leaving Kinlochhourn.

Over the right shoulder of neighbouring toughie Sgurr a' Choire-bheithe to the SW, I could see mein final [non-Squiz-purist], Munro Luinne Bheinn, with ma last Corbett, Sgurr Coire na Coinnich, rather more distant just tae the right again. In the other direction I was intrigued to be looking right doon the valley of that fearsome burn, the Gleann Cosaidh, with that longest & most arduous of Corbett approach ridges, the Druim Chosaidh, running doon tae Loch Quoich, forming it's right bounding wall. Across the loch stood Gairich & to the right again the tops of Sgurr Mor & Sgurr na Ciche could be seen peeping over the Druim Chosaidh. To the NW, back across Glen Barrisdale & doon Loch Hourn, the summit of Beinn Sgritheall had already been engulfed in cloud & across the loch, the twin spires of Ladhar Bheinn were misting over.

After balancing along the top of a narrow flake of rock adjacent to &
rather higher than, the base o' the cairn, in true
ultra-purist-compleationist style, I then decided tae get oot of the cool
gale in the lee o' t' cairn, whilst I tried & failed to text mein bone-idle
Safety Officers. Giving up on this after a few mins, I then headed SW,
descending surprisingly easily for a few hunnerd feet, noting several
sizeable, attractive, clean slabby walls on the west side of the rocky
ridge to the left, leading to the col with Sgurr a' Choire-bheithe, the
Aird Chadhachan. After a few minutes of relatively easy going, I traversed
the steep, true right bank of the burn draining doon intae wee Loch Coire
nan Cadha. Thence dropping doon beside the gently flowing section of the
burn, I soon found that this was a wee hanging corrie, below which the
stream entered a very steep rocky gully.

Not fancying this, I then turned right & climbed up a wee grassy rake to
the right bounding ridge, which after a short descent I found to drop awa
precipitously below towards the lochan. Beyond crags o'er the burn tae the
left I thought looked much more appealing, thus I reversed my wee sortie,
crossed the stream & rounded the wee top behind the aforementioned crags.
Sure 'nuf this took me to the head of a broader, easier angled grassy break
between the crags, which led without undue difficulty down to the foot of
the stream gully. Looking back up this there seemed to be a fairly
intricate possible line, negotiating several enormous boulders choking the
head of the gully, which may provide sport for potential future more
adventurous ascents...

Fae here I crossed the burn & traversed gentler slopes to gain the much
easier lower section of the ridge which I'd quit earlier, looking up to the
bands of steep crags of which, tended to confirm the wisdom of that move. I
then zig-zagged through more slabby wee outcrops doun t' far side of the
foot o' the ridge, which soon led to right trending, wide, grassy
ramplines, leading awa tae the right of a long series of cascades in the
swollen Allt Slochd Nighinn Bheathain. These led betwixt the crags towards
the course of the Allt Ruadh, which dropped steeply down fae near the top
of the west ridge o' ma ROA, high above.

I made my way over to join the line of a huge auld rockfall, threading ma
way doun the relatively firm, drier ground, over steep short grass &
boulders, beneath which lay the hidden underground waters. I filled up my
empty 2L Lidl's lemonade bottle fae a spring near the foot o' the
rockslide, then after a good scoof of chemicals, I carried on down rather
less steeply into the birchwood below. I crossed over the combined burn
below the confluence, thence recrossed it a couple more times as I sought
the best line through the trees, avoiding a succession of steep,
overgrown banks on either side of the stream. I hadnae gone far when I
decided to climb out of the trench around the burn, which I thought was
likely to become increasingly inescapable as it cut doon more deeply. Thus
I scrambled up left and soon passed into a fine auld Scots Pine wood, nae
doubt a fragment of the great old Caledonian Pine Forest.

However, the ground remained rough & boggy between the well spaced pines,
several wee clearings giving views back up to the right to Slat
Bheinn's steep west ridge of my ROA. The rough, slow going, despite the
gently sloping ground, led above a hidden waterfall in the wee ravine doon
tae ma right, across which I drew level with the vertical crags on the
lower nose of the ridge. Here I dropped doon more steeply below broken
rocks in the woods up to my left, crossing the Allt Slochd Nighinn
Bheathain for the final time, close to it's confluence with the Allt Choire
Bheithe, tumbling doon to the left, fae near the summit of the mountain of
the same name. Across the stream I cut across the glen towards the River
Barrisdale, the going being much easier than before, skirting round the
side of a wide low top between the twa watercourses.

There was plenty of fragrant Bog Myrtle scenting the air & I tore off some
leaves, running my fingers through them & scenting the fine lavender-like
aroma. I soon reached the river which was crossed dryshod, thanks tae ma
pure-dead brill SK4 Verto's and just up the far bank I hit the auld track
of my ROA. It was noo 4pm, having taken just as long to descend as it had
tae climb the west ridge but I now had a leisurely walk down the glen back
along the track. I continued down past my wee unplanned detour via Ambraigh
& the White Hoose of my ROA, arriving back at the bothy half an hour later,
the last flat straight section being rather wet wheel-width furrows through reedbeds, thence across the close cropped grass of the campsite, with little sign of any track.

Inside yon bothy I was greeted by a lanky young German lad who'd come over fae Inverie, where he'd had a wild nicht's camping, his wet tent being strung over a line within the room to dry. He was the first to congratulate moi on my triple-compleation & fortunately he had a stove, pans, mug & cutlery, with which he kindly made tea & provided boiling water to add tae moi instant noodles, in celebration. This he achieved rapidly on account of his 'Power Fuel', which produced high flames, which he had some trouble extinguishing. It also produced a thick layer of soot around the base of the pans, which I subsequently got all over mein hands & then face, as I rubbed my nose... This proved of some amusement to a succession of bods who poked their nose intae the bothy, having opted to camp outside.

I felt compelled to reward my Germanic fellow bothy monger by regaling him with tales of epics o' yesteryear & also pointing oot the location of many bothies on his collection of OS maps, on which he had relied to identify as such. Nae lang after 8pm he declared that he was having an early night, thus escaping more wide ranging pontification on such matters as the forthcoming referendum... As I had tae be off at the crack of dawn wance mair mesen, yon hire car being due back the following afternoon in Airberdin, I contented mesen with reading a few articles in the auld copy o' t' TGO mag, including the cover story interview with a certain R. Fiennes on his failed attempt tae beat the GB Everest summiteers old age record. As my German fiend had noted the bothy book was well o'er a year out o' date, as might hae bin expected, given the general air o' neglect of the bothy.

After scoffing a few Emmantel sarnies & packing up ma gear, I was off afore 7am on the morn, it still being pretty dark, finding that me digital camera had almost run oot o' power, switching itself orf after just wan mair last pic, looking out across Barrisdale Bay, doon Loch Hourn toward Skye. Less than 3hr later ah wiz back at the road end at Kinlochhourn, after powering back over the trois hills back alang the loch, the wind having dropped overnight. I picked up mein faithful hoss, tethered behind the wee hut beside which I'd kipped the 1st night, then cycled the short distance to yon big, black gas guzzler. This took me back fairly effortlessly the tortuous lang drive back across bonnie Scotland, where I even had time for a bath & play with wee Norma & Norman, afore parting with the shiny big chunk o' metal...
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Das ist alles mein volk!

Postby Norman_Grieve » Mon Oct 29, 2012 2:12 pm

That's all folks! :D
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