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Two days in the Glyderau
This last weekend I got in the car and drove the 120 miles or so to the Ogwen valley in Snowdonia. A place that I began my proper mountain walking journey almost twenty years ago.
The views never grow tired. Old friends like Tryfan and Pen Yr Ole Wen on opposite sides of the valley. I've been there several times over the years but only recently ventured into the Carneddau on a backpacking trip last year.
This time I was based at Gwern Gof Isaf camp site with a bigger tent and more gear. A comfy weekend of day walks.
The original plan for the Saturday was a walk up Y Garn's right hand ridge. I'd never been up Y Garn before and the line of the ridge looked really attractive. As we walked (Dan and I) from the campsite along the track near to the valley road we began to think up an alternative. The lower part of the right hand ridge looked a bit, well, dull. The upper part still appealed, it was just the zig-zag trudge to get there. As we approached the mountain a ridge to the left of the stream looked enticing. We imagined a route scrambling up the rocky ridge to the high ground and then maybe cut across to the other side near to Llyn Clyd.
The scrambling was great fun. The rock solid and grippy. Little nobbles and bumps adding character and grip. Some of the sections were quite exposed and exciting -especially as we hadn't brought the rope or scrambling guide with us. After an hour or more we approached the final section, the base of Castell y Geifr. Through the mist all we could see were rock walls with no way through. After a short discussion we headed left and found a gully. The gully wasn't too loose and we thought it looked reversible if we found we couldn't make progress through it.
At the head of the gully we reached a short wall which we could climb onto from the right hand side. From here guarding the summit was an airy rock walkway and an imposing steep section with a large crack in it. Both sides of the walkway had long, steep drops. One side the gully, the other a boulder and scree field.
I must admit that the thought of attempting to climb the last section with its inevitable consequences for failure didn't appeal. Not without a rope (or even a guidebook to encourage us). After a look at the map and a short conversation we climbed down the opposite side of the wall and began to traverse below the walls of Castell y Geifr looking for an easier route onto the summit ridge.
After a few hundred metres the wall dipped and all that separated us from the summit ridge was a short scramble over large boulders.
After a quick lunch on the summit we turned to walk along the tops to Glyder Fawr. We encountered a large number of runners and walkers attempting the Welsh 3000 challenge. We passed and were passed by the same people several times over the next few kilometres. They were faster than us on the flat, then struggled on the ascents. Dan and I kept a fairly even pace over all the terrain.
A while later, as we bypassed Castell y Gwynt a voice behind us asked if we were heading to the Ogwen Valley. We turned to see a man in mountain running kit, sporting a competitor's number. We told him we were, heading to the campsite. He said he had been in the race but was giving up and wanted to head down to the car park. We pointed him in the right direction; "Get to that lake (Llyn Caseg-fraith) then turn left". "This way" he said, pointing in the opposite direction. "no" we replied. "that way".
"Oh, Ok. Thanks" and off he jogged.
We got to the lake and there he was again looking confused. "This is the Ogwen valley, isn't it?". "Yes" I replied taking out the map. The man looked puzzled and wondered aloud if that was actually the valley he wanted, or if he wanted to be in Llanberis! We sent him on his way to the valley where we knew there were marshals for the race.
We carried on down a rocky outcrop straight to the campsite where we spent the evening wondering what became of the runner.
On Sunday we set off for Moel Siabod. Via the café of the same name to eat the eponymous breakfast (highly recommended).
From the café a short walk through the forest to the Plas Y Brenin mountain skills training centre took us to the start of the path to Moel Siabod. We eschewed the tourist path (dull) for a more interesting walk to the back of the mountain and an easy (striding edge-esqe) scramble to the summit. This route had none of the technicalities of the previous day but was just as much fun. Again the rock was dry and grippy and nobbly. I'm not sure what type it is but it makes good climbing rock!
Sub-zero summer in the Cairngorms
I spent an unseasonably cold August Bank holiday wandering the Cairngorm mountains of Scotland. I've been there before, twice. But in winter and from the Northern side where all the skiing is. I'd never really ventured far beyond a few km from the ski station car park. As this part of Scotland is 6 hours away from home by car I need to have a long weekend at least to make a visit feasible. On Thursday morning I loaded the car and set off up the M6 and over the border. By 5pm I was getting out of the car in the Linn of Dee car park and swatting away the infamous midges.
I quickly applied some insect repellent, steeling myself for the airborne plague I would undoubtedly suffer for the next few days. Its rare I get from parking the car to getting on the trail as quickly as I did that day but I didn't fancy getting eaten before leaving the car park.
My route began with a few hundred metres down a forestry track to the edge of the woodland. Out here on the open moor there were no flies, I suspect the breeze had grounded them all. Stopping to put on my gaiters I surveyed my intended route. Uphill, through calf-deep heather towards a little hill called Carn an 'Ic Duibhe. Halfway up the hill was a long and apparently recently erected double fence. The fence had little signs along it at intervals. The signs said 'Caution! Electric Fence'. Hazard number one. There was a sufficient gap at the bottom of the fence to squeeze through without my pack on. I through my walking poles over lay down on my back and shuffled through taking great care to avoid the wires. Reaching back through I pulled on my backpack. Once on the other side I was free to continue my journey.
Puffing and panting up the heathery hillside I was feeling decidedly unfit. I hadn't been backpacking for a few months and had put on about half a stone whilst on holiday. Coupled with the heaviest pack I'd had all year and the toughest terrain I wondered about the wisdom of my plans. After a couple of hours walking I reached my intended stop for the night, a sheltered area just below the summit of Sgor Mor (813m). I'd seen an area on the map just lower than the summit and on the Southern side. I'd hoped it would be protected from the Northerly wind which was blowing in. It is amazing just how much difference a couple of metres makes. Down at my tent it was calm and not too cold. Outside the shelter of the hillock it was breezy and cold.
I prepared my kit for the night and sorted out what I'd have for dinner. It made sense to have the heaviest food first so it was stuffed ricotta and spinach tortellini with meatballs in a tomato sauce. Pudding was a Mars bar.
I popped my head out of the tent to look around and saw a group of deer about 20m from me. As soon as they realised I was there they bounded away over the hill and were never seen again.
I'd brought the harmonica I'd been given for my birthday so I could continue my practicing while I was away. Checking there was no one about to be upset the noise of my terrible playing I played through a few short tunes that I'd learned from my 'harmonica for beginners book'.
Bed time comes early on backpacking trips so I was into my sleeping bag not long after 9pm.
During the night it rained and so in the morning I had to put away the tent wet. This isn't so bad if you're going home but not great if you need to use it again. I checked the map and set off over the brow of the hill Northwards. Today's target was Ben Macdui, the highest mountain in the Cairngorms and the second highest in the UK.
The reason I chose to head over the tops towards Ben Macdui was that in the weeks prior to my visit a 'once in 200 hundred years' flood had knocked out at least one of the footbridges over the river flowing from Glen Derry. Large parts of the footpath had also been damaged.
The route from my campsite to Ben Macdui took me down into Glen Lui towards a bridge over the river. The latest information I'd found on the net was that this bridge was still extant. I could see the water level was still high in the burn but the bridge was still there. I stopped to fill my water bottle from a stream, no large flocks of sheep or people here. The river flowing quickly and clearly over a stony base. -It ticked all the boxes to be drunk without treatment of any sort. As I proceded up Glen Lui I needed to re-cross the river to get on to the hill Sron Riach. My recently purchased map (OL403, 2011 edition) showed a footbridge at NO012951 but I could not find it anywhere. There was no sign of a bridge washed away or damaged by floods either. (Later I noticed on the older version of the map (2004 edition) the bridge is not marked at this point. I wondered if it was an Ordnance Survey 'fingerprint' to identify copying).
Fording the stream with the help of my walking poles I was on my way again, climbing into the mist. There was no footpath from Sron Riach to Ben Macdui either on the ground or the map so I followed the edge over a tricky boulder field to the stream running SW from the mountain. Following this stream to its source I got onto a clear track to the summit.
The summit of Ben Macdui has many stone wind shelters, (perhaps a clue to the prevailing weather up there) a trig point and a view point stone. I could see very little from the summit, certainly none of the peaks listed on the view point stone. After a short while I retraced my steps towards the ruin and the path. I'd taken a bearing from the ruin to the summit on the way up in case I couldn't see it on the way back. I'm glad I did because with all the wind shelters the summit looks similar in all directions when its misty.
Descending towards Loch Etchachan I met a walker coming the other way. We stopped and chatted for a while. He was in shirt sleeves and feeling warm, he expressed surprise and my fastened up coat, hat and gloves. He said he was staying at the bothy below the loch. I had intended to camp near the loch but as I was cold and the weather was not expected to improve I decided to give the bothy a try.
The Hutchinson Memorial Hut (Coire Etchachan Bothy) is a simple stone hut recently refurbished by the Mountain Bothy Association. It has a small entry porch with space to hang a few coats, leave boots and some backpacks and a larger room with a bench along one side and a stove. Bothies are free for anyone to use and are very popular. This was my first night in a UK bothy but I have stayed in similar huts in the Picos, Pyrenees and Sierra de Gredos in Spain.
At the same time as I arrived at the Bothy a young French couple arrived from the opposite direction. Already inside was a German chap whom I'd expected as the man I'd met on the mountain mentioned he was there. We got chatting and worked out how many people were likely to stay in the small hut and thinking at least some of us will need to camp. I didn't mind the thought of camping but I was looking forward to be able to sit and cook indoors.
Eventually there were 7 people and 2 dogs at the bothy, this would have made it more than cosy. The man who'd brought the dogs and the German pitched their tents outside leaving 5 of us to sleep in the hut. We all cooked and ate inside and spent the evening chatting about mountains, veganism, Scottish independence and a variety of other topics. The conversation was helped along by a hip flask of Jura I'd brought along, just for this sort of occasion. Bed time came early and with three of us on the floor and two on the bench we said good night.
The next morning dawned cloudy and cold but not raining and after breakfast I headed back up to Loch Etchachan. Three of the others took the opposite direction, back towards Braemar.
I climbed up to the Loch feeling heavy and unfit, but happy after my enjoyable evening in the bothy. I crossed the stream as it left the loch and headed Northwest towards Loch A'an.
The wind picked up and the rain started and got heavy. I stopped to don waterproof gear and carried on into the wind, descending to the Western edge of Loch A'an. I'd been told that I might see reindeer near to the loch so I kept my eyes open to see them. I saw no reindeer but I did see a couple of tents pitched on the loch shore near to a sandy beach. A beautiful spot, I made a note of it for future use.
My path on the other side of the loch was a steep track up the side of a cascading stream. I stopped to remove the waterproofs before beginning the climb and set off. I made surprisingly good progress up the 250m or so climb to the flat ground at the top. Looking back over the loch to where I'd come from I remembered why I was there. I love being in wild places, hardly a sign of the modern world. For a while even the weather seemed kind. It didn't last.
Waterproofs back on I continued along the path towards the summit of Cairngorm itself. The heaviness returned. I felt slow and unfit once more. Eventually I reached the summit which was marked by a large cairn and a radio transmitter. I took shelter on the southern side of the cairn and made myself some lunch. I had to remove my gloves to prepare my food and by the time I had got them back on they were numb and losing mobility.
I wasn't having the most fun being SO COLD IN AUGUST and thought about my options. I knew the weather wasn't going to be brilliant but this felt like Winter and I wasn't quite equipped for that. I had cold weather gear but I was missing my thick down jacket and winter gloves.
I looked up the weather facts when I got home. When I was sat on Cairngorm it was 1.5°C. The wind was blowing at 25mph and above. This calculates to a wind chill factor of below -5°C!!
It seemed like I had three choices;
-Descend towards the ski stations and work my way around to the car at lower level. -Maybe through Glen Feshie. No. That's too far and I don't have all the route on my map.
-Stick to the plan and head West across the northern edge of the plateau, descending in to the Lairig Ghru. -This was a high level walk using the edge of the plateau as a 'handrail' until I could descend. I was confident in my ability to manage the walk but it didn't seem like a 'fun' trip in the weather.
-Retrace my steps and get back to the bothy where I know I'd be warm again and could dry off -This looked like the most sensible option. I'd be walking with the wind behind me and descending out of it.
Right then. Back to the bothy it was. I packed up, wrapped up and set off. After less than 1km I'd reached the fork in the path; left to the bothy, straight on across the plateau.
At that moment the wind dropped, the rain stopped and the mist lifted. I could see the Northern coires ahead of me and took it as a sign to carry on and not retrace my steps. I pressed on, stopping a while later to remove my waterproof gear once again.
The walking felt easy, over Stob Coire an t-Sneachda, Cairn Lochan each footstep felt good. The views superb. I heard a helicopter below me and looked over the edge of the cliffs to see the search and rescue chopper hovering close to the rock walls before turning and flying away.
The mist returned and a little drizzle but thankfully the wind stayed away. As I approached Lurcher's crag I looked down into the coire I saw a small herd of reindeer. Too far away to photograph but definitely reindeer.
I turned north and climbed over Lurcher's crag looking for a path down off the plateau into the Lairig Ghru. The map showed it as indistinct and I saw no trace on the ground. I checked my distances from summits and points on the map, I was definitely in the right place. Scanning the hillside below I saw a path a little way below me but nothing close by. I made up my own route to join up with the path and made it with no trouble.
The descent was long and tedious. The path was rocky in places, boulder in others, long and occasionally steep. I was very pleased to get down to the river. I refilled my water bottle and set off South into the Lairig Ghru. Seven km to the South of me was another bothy, the Corrour bothy. I had no intention of trying to make it there as my feet were tiring and a bothy in the middle of the Lairig Ghru would be absolutely heaving on a bank holiday Saturday evening.
My map showed some potential camping spots a couple of km away, flat spots on the map -but would they be bogs? I needed a place which was flattish, levelish and with a little breeze to keep the midges down. The first potential spots turned out to be bogs but a spot a little further along, too small to see on the map turned out to fit the bill. It wasn't the most level site (I spent the night sliding down the tent) but it was midge-free and close to water.
The rain began again and the wind picked up. I spent the evening in a very damp tent. Dinner was Super Noodles (I've remembered why I gave up on them as camping food now) and a dehydrated stew which was better than the noodles. A spot of harmonica practice and then bed time again.
The next morning dawned cold and wet and I decided against getting a brew on in favour of a sharp exit. By seven o clock I was on my way to the car. I wanted to get back for about 1pm so I could arrive home before it was too late.
The first two kilometres took me 1 hour as my legs refused to move quickly over the boulders. After the terrain improved my speed picked up and soon I was striding along past Corrour bothy and greeting my first passer-by of the day.
I had chosen to follow the River Dee from its source to the car. This was because It looked good on the map and didn't require me to cross any missing bridges.
The final section of my journey began at the Chests of Dee where the track turned into hard-packed land rover trail back to the car. The final five kilometres flew past but my feet felt worn by the end of them.
The journey complete I dived into the car before the midges realised I was there.
I'd spent three days wandering the cairngorms in the height of summer and had barely seen the legendary pests. It had been close to freezing though and occasionally below.
Harmonica part one
I got the harmonica at the end of July and immediately went on holiday for almost three weeks. Since I've been back home I've practiced for a couple of hours or more almost every day.
I'd thought the harmonica looked easy to play but it turns out that perception is VERY wrong. Its like every other musical instrument, (except the triangle) it requires work. There are many YouTube tuition videos to this effect.
I reckon I've put in between 10 and 15 hours playing time now and I can…
- Hit single notes some of the time (but not all the time or all the notes)
- Play some simple tunes from my book (sometimes less than terribly).
Lets see how we get on over the next few weeks.
Mallerstang and Wild Boar Fell (part 2)
From Wild Boar Fell to Baugh Fell
We awoke quite early, the rising sun shining on the back of the tent warming us up nicely. With a mix of dozing and chatting we passed the time until about 8am when Edward finally persuaded me to get a brew on. Breakfast was a sort of Alpen Porage -I always pre-mix the Alpen with sugar and dried milk so it gets stirred into hot water as a quick, warming fix.
After breakfast, while I was doing the necessary camp chores Ed went off to play on the 'beach' next to the tent. Amazing how such a simple thing brings so much pleasure to a small boy.
A while later we were packed up and ready to leave. Retracing our steps to the summit plateau we headed across to the fence line which we followed West then South before descending to Uldale Gill. The going was quite easy, not too boggy but still no paths. Definitely an area to test navigational skills in poor weather. We kept to the right hand bank (Northern) of the gill and contoured across the hillside before tracking around Grain Gill. We followed another fence line down Needlehouse Gill to the farmhouse access road where we stopped for a lunch break.
After a 25 minute rest and a fill of tuna wraps, lumps of cheese and chorizo we were on our way again. We descended to the very young River Rawthey and followed it upstream to Slate gill where we searched for a way up onto Baugh Fell. Near the gill were old quarry workings which made access to the fell quite tricky, unless you fancied climbing crumbly rock faces. I didn't think Ed's mum would approve of such a route so we sought out an easier grassy slope. From the top of Slate Gill we set off on a bearing of (more or less) South which would take us to West Baugh Fell Tarn -our expected home for the night. The walking was heavy going. Tussocky grass and patches of bog all on a reasonably steep hillside. After an hour (which felt like forever) Edward was getting tired and beginning to complain loudly. To distract him from his tired legs I'd ask him a question about Minecraft, a computer game he's obsessed about. "Can you… …make cakes in Minecraft?" "Oh yes Dad, you can…" and so on for a while before remembering he was tired. "Are there… elephants in Minecraft?" Another period of forgetting the ache.
Eventually, after a couple of false horizons, heads of two other people appeared over the hillside. The first people we'd seen since mid-afternoon the day before. They were a couple with a dog out for an afternoon's wander on the moor. They hadn't expected to see anyone else either. We chatted a while about the emptiness of the fells and they expressed surprise that Ed was only six and carrying his own pack. We set up our tent on the shore of the lake while the couple enjoyed the view before setting off, leaving us the fell to ourselves. This time we'd set up the tent with the lake behind us. This was to allow views of the Howgills and of the sunrise and also to keep the porch sheltered from the breeze.
We spent the afternoon lazing in and around the tent, just chatting and playing top trumps (Transformers). An evening meal of roasted vegetable couscous with chorizo and dried apricots, instant soup and Jamaican ginger cake replenished our energy levels.
From certain angles the tarn looked almost like an infinity pool. The area surrounding it was barely above the water and dropped away steeply. Looking out of the tent made it look like we were on top of the world.
Bed time came quite early as I wanted to get a decent early start the next day. We had a train to catch and more importantly, I wanted to get to the pub in time for lunch before the train.
The Sunday morning sunrise shone brightly through the open door of the tent waking me at about 5am. I took a photo, rolled over and tried to get back to sleep. Half sleeping, half shuffling around in my bed I finally gave up at 6.30 and made coffee. After the usual breakfast we packed and were on our way by 8am.
The clear skies had given away to patches of mist and a cloud inversion between us and the Howgills. By the time we set off it was compass work to get us to the trig point at Knoutberry Haw, a handy marker point on the fence line we would follow for the next few hours.
The terrain here was some of the most challenging yet and progress was slow. There were loads of large patches of bog, some of which were alarmingly deep -my walking poles went in an awfully long way! After about three miles of hard work and descent from the fell (and distracting Minecraft conversations) we came to the road. I'd promised Edward that at this point I'd lighten his backpack and he could eat the last remaining cereal bar. Promises kept, we set off towards the pub.
After 2 days of isolation we were all of a sudden back into the busy world. Packs of motorbikes whizzed past. Lycra-clad cyclists slightly-less-than-whizzed past -some looked downright knackered. I checked my watch, we had plenty of time for the extra mile to the Moorcock Inn. Edward was keen to get to the pub as he insisted he would have an adult portion. My wallet longed for the days where he'd be satisfied with a child's portion. We arrived at the pub at 11:40 -twenty minutes before opening time. We took off our packs and sat at an outdoor table enjoying the sun and the views and wondering what we'd be eating.
The pub opened at 12pm on the dot and we were first inside. Half a coke, a pint of the local ale and a menu were ordered. We pored greedily over the delicious sounding choices, settling eventually for a pork and apple burger (Ed) and Lamb Koftas with feta cheese salad (me). We sank into some chairs by the window and relaxed, Edward happy to be finished walking.
The food arrived and was consumed rapidly. I enjoyed mine but was quite jealous of the plump burger with large slab of local cheese which topped it.
Another round of drinks, the bill paid and we shouldered our packs for the final time.
We took the Pennine Bridleway back to the train station as it was slightly shorter and not along the road. I was surprised to find it as it was not marked on my recently purchased OS map of the area. We got to Garsdale station with about 20 minutes to spare, just a little while longer to enjoy the views.
This was my first visit to this area but it has whetted my appetite for more. I've not felt isolation like it anywhere in England. No people, no paths. Definitely my cup of tea.
Mallerstang and Wild Boar Fell (part 1)
If Wordsworth wanted to 'wander lonely as a cloud' he'd be hard-pressed to manage it in the Lake District these days. A much better option would be to head to the far Eastern edge of Cumbria, in a place which is partly in the Yorkshire Dales National Park.
The valley of Mallerstang is North East of Sedbergh, East of the Howgill fells and South of Kirkby Stephen. It is bordered by rugged fells and contains at least two ruined castles. There are suprisingly few visitors, despite it being clearly marked on Ordnance Survey maps and not requiring teleportation to reach it. It has a train line and everything.
Edward and I took took the train from Shipley at around 11am on Friday morning. By 12.30 we were in Kirkby Stephen at the Northern end of Mallerstang. We shouldered our packs, checked the maps and set off. Within 5 minutes Edward had stumbled, unused to carrying a pack. I removed some of the gear from his pack into mine and we were off again. We headed East towards the River Eden which flows through the valley, aiming to follow it towards Pendragon Castle.
The going was very easy, footpaths marked on the map were either farm tracks or trails of discoloured grass across fields.
After a short while we came across the ruins of a castle that I'd not noticed on the map, Lammerside Castle. We had a poke about inside it -as had several sheep from the look of it. A few photos later we continued south towards Pendragon Castle which was doing a good job of not being seen. We arrived at the castle to see several signs declaring it closed for repairs and there was no access to it. Oh well, best get onto the fells then.
We retraced our steps a little way and began to climb up the valley side towards Wild Boar Fell. A farmer fixing his dry stone wall would be the last person we'd see until late the next afternoon.
The views around the valley were very good, nothing to dramatic or awe-inspiring, just good hill and moorland country, unspoiled by heavily worn paths or herds of walkers. The ground showed very little sign of walkers ever being there in the first place. As we ascended towards Little Fell (559m) and High Dolphinsty Edward began to tire. He'd not uttered a word of complaint so far despite walking for several hours and carrying a load of about 3kg. "Almost there" I said. Countless times. "Just a bit farther…". The ground began to steepen as we climbed towards a rocky promontory called The Nab. It was a sharp rocky edge with steep cliffs below it -quite a different character to the rolling grassland we'd travelled across so far.
Our destination was a wild camp at Sand Tarn a little way to the West and below the summit of the Nab. We turned towards the trig point of Wild Boar Fell, every step Edward was getting more tired and a little grumpy. Immediately after passing the trig point the ground falls away and the tarn is clear to see. This had an amazing effect on Edward who was all of a sudden recharged and ready to go. We got down to the lake in no time and he'd already chosen a spot for our tent. Throughout the day we'd discussed what makes a good place for your tent (not a swamp, flat, not in the strong wind, good views). The tent was pitched a couple of metres from the lake shore close to the sandy beach at the end. As soon as the tent was up Ed was off circumnavigating the lake, all tiredness forgotten.
Wild Boar Fell backpacking
In a couple of hours we'll be on a train to Kirkby Stephen to begin our exploration of Mallerstang and Wild Boar Fell.
The bags are packed and ready. Edward's is 5kg, mine is about 17kg! -but I hope to eat a good chunk of that.
MWIS and the Met Office suggest we'll do fine with the weather this weekend. I hope to be on the train home before we see rain.
Full report with photos after we've returned…
Favourite kit
As with, I guess, most of us who've been backpacking for several years the kit I use has changed a lot since I started. Some of my kit is pretty new but a number of pieces have been with me almost all the way. I thought I'd write a piece about why, year after year, they keep getting put into my backpack.
My first backpacking tent lasted exactly one trip, broke, got returned to the manufacturer who failed to repair it so I got my money back.
After careful research in Trail magazine and TGO and feeling the merchandise in stores I decided to splash £300 on a Terra Nova Solar 2. I can't honestly remember why I chose the Solar 2 over the Voyager but I imagine cost, weight and porch size were the key factors.
A close second was the Vaude Hogan but I found it too short (I'm 6'2″).
The Solar 2 has been with me on two of my three Picos de Europa trips, The Pyrenees and the Sierra de Gredos as well as many UK trips of up to a week. I've been out in hot Spanish summer conditions where I didn't need the fly and in winter where I've needed to clear away the snow. In all these trips I've only had one problem with the tent withstanding the weather.
On the first Picos trip we were camped at Naranjo de Bulnes and a storm blew in, washing away the limited soil. The pegs came out and the porch began flapping about. We decided to pull down the tent and head to the refuge for the night.
Things I like about the tent: its 2.5kg full weight. There are lighter tents but the space in the solar two, especially the porch, mean it's really comfortable to stay in. Pitching is a cinch. My regular camping friend and I have it down so well we can do it after many beers and in the dark! We can easily fit two 70L packs in the porch and still have enough room to cook or get in/out.
My second backpacking tent was a Hilleberg Akto. When I began to backpack solo more frequently I wanted a smaller, lighter tent. Initially I borrowed the Akto from Hilleberg to review for a website I co-ran many years ago. After a while testing the Akto Hilleberg asked for it back but I loved the tent so much I bought it from them (better than paying postage back to Sweden!). My feedback to Hilleberg was very positive, with a few areas for improvement: the zip on the door was straight, a curve at the top or a hood would improve ventilation without letting in the weather. Although I can sit up in the Akto, a few more centimetres wouldn't go amiss.
When they updated the tent I was pleased to see they'd added a canopy to the fly sheet door. They'd also made it a little lighter!
Things I like about the tent: It's so easy to pitch. Even in poor weather it takes no time at all. The pack size and weight are really good. I generally stuff the poles separately to the fabric parts and it squishes up easily. Living space is perfectly adequate for me and my kit. Nice big porch and plenty of sleeping room.
Since my first trip to the Picos (2001) I've favoured a multi fuel stove. The one I use is an MSR Dragonfly. I chose this one because I sometimes like to do more than boil water so a controllable flame was very useful. Over the years I've used unleaded petrol, white gas, kerosene, 'essence C' -which turned out to be a dry cleaning fluid and most recently turpentine. It burns them all very well and without much tinkering needed.
I've only had a problem with lighting the stove once. In the Pyrenees on a hot day we tried to light it to cook some couscous for lunch. Because it was so warm the fuel evaporated before we could light it to prime the stove. I've maintained it at home before long trips and made running repairs whilst away. The one problem I couldn't fix was when a weld broke in Scotland. The stove was returned to MSR who repaired it free of charge under guarantee -I was very impressed as the stove was over ten years old at the time.
Things I like about the stove: Can run it on more or less any fuel I can find, field maintainable, variable flame -from candle to welding torch!
For years I've carried a Victorinox climber knife. Its got all the essential items, even the strange awl tool. It's not the lightest knife or the most well equipped but for me it's the best mix of useful tools.
I have two packs in regular use, both Lowe Alpine. An Alpamayo 70+20L for big trips and an Alpine Attack 50L for the not so big trips. I always rated Lowe packs because they are superbly comfortable and the build quality excellent. The bigger pack is now about 14 years old and showing very little wear beyond a bit of scuffing. It's not a lightweight pack by any definition -about 3kg empty. I've never needed more room than it offered and it's a very comfortable carry, even with 25+ kg inside it. The Alpine bag is about ten years old and gets used as my day pack as well as for lighter backpacking trips. It's big enough for a week long trip in summer conditions. One thing about it that I have never liked is the attachment of the floating lid. It always seems to slip down and not stay in one place (the floating lid on the Alpamayo stays put).
Things I like about the packs: Their volume is what it's meant to be. They're both plenty big enough. Very comfortable adjustable back systems on both bags. Really hard wearing fabric.
Two days from Coniston
Another weekend adventure. Its a hard life pursuing logbook days for ML (summer). I had decided that it was summer and packed accordingly. My backpack weight had gone down several kilos to about 11kg, fully laden. I'd changed to a lighter sleeping bag, left out the waterproof trousers and gone as ultralight as possible on the cook kit. The weather forecast was for sunny days, with a gentle breeze -strengthening on the Sunday.
It had been a long week at work, an Ofsted inspection on the Wednesday and Thursday putting everything into overdrive. I was feeling very tired by Friday afternoon but had thankfully perked up when it came to depart. By 8.30 pm I was locking the car at the Walna Scar car park above Coniston. Shouldering my pack I set off along the old access track towards Blind Tarn, my home for the night. A few other people seemed not to have noticed the 'no unauthorised vehicles beyond this point' sign and had set up camp, caravans and all, a few hundred metres down the track. There was ample evidence of previous campers -fire rings could be spotted on the flat green borders to the road.
Before long I reached a large flat area which was bounded at the west by the hill up to Blind Tarn and to the north by Goats water and Dow Crag. After a brief search I found a sufficiently dry, flat patch for my tent. Within a couple of minutes the tent was pitched and I was moving in. The evening was still bright enough to see without a torch, despite it being heading for 9.30. Once I'd moved in I got out my tiny stove and heated some water for a hot chocolate. I had pitched the tent so that the porch opened away from the prevailing wind to shelter my stove. This also afforded me an excellent view of Blind Tarn Screes, my first stopping point for the next morning.
Naturally, the wind had completely reversed direction in the time between putting the first pegs in and unpacking my rucksack. I knew the wind wouldn't get too strong and I couldn't really be bothered to re-pitch the tent so I just left it. As the evening was so pleasant I took the opportunity to fiddle about with my camera, try to take some photographs using long exposures and remembering to use the mini-tripod I always carry and rarely use.
By half past ten I was tucked into my sleeping bag with the door of the tent closed against the breeze. By midnight I was awake again, feeling cold. I put on some clothes and fell back to sleep. By two thirty I was awake again. I really needed a thicker sleeping bag. I struggled with being chilly and dozed until about 5.30 when I decided that coffee and beginning the day was the best option. The moon shone brightly above the crags, no sign of the sun at this point.
By half past six everything was packed away and I set off, first to the stream to collect some water then on to find Blind Tarn -a small tarn not visible from below, with no outflowing streams. A short climb later and the tarn was in sight, as was a fellow wild camper -a small tent perched near the shore of the lake. I took a few photos before scrambling up the screes onto the ridge. I've long wanted to be the first person to the summit of a mountain one day. Today wasn't it. Ahead of me three walkers, catching up with me a fell runner. The weather forecast was proving to be spot-on. Not a breath of wind, clear skies and not too chilly. I followed the ridge northwards over Dow Crag, occasionally peering off the edge down gullies and over cliffs. After Dow Crag there is a short descent to Goats Hause before climbing again to Coniston Old Man (Or the Old Man of Coniston, if you prefer). By 8.30 I was on the summit of the Old Man, not another soul there with me. On this exposed summit the wind had picked up so I sheltered behind the summit cairn and looked down into the copper mines valley below.
The path down to the copper mines was a manufactured zig zag. Good in terms of preventing erosion but not the most inspiring. About half way down there is the rusting evidence of the industrial past; a toppled pylon, corroded cables and pipes sticking up from the ground like petrified metal worms. A man with a confused face and apparently no map asked me which way the summit was. I showed him and said it would be about another hour to the top. There were more people wandering the various tracks and trails near to the Youth Hostel.
I didn't have an exact target for the day, just a vague plan of where I wanted to go -towards crinkle crags. To this end I followed the paths which would take me to Levers water reservoir. I sat at the shore of the lake and enjoyed a snack, the view and refilled my water bottle. As I set off again I met a man hoping to fish in the lake. Due to the breeze he needed to go to the far side or else all he'd catch would be the grass behind him. Instead of the obvious path towards Black Sails and Wetherlam I made my own way up over a rocky rib parallel to the main path. It was quite hard work in some places but not technically challenging. I reached the top and turned north east towards the summit of Wetherlam. There were about a dozen people coming down from the summit and when I got there about another forty or so passing by or stopped for lunch.
After a brief, 25 minute, lunch stop I was off again. Heading north east along Wetherlam edge towards Birk Fell. I followed this ridge to the end before descending into the Greenburn Beck valley. My legs were getting a little tired now as they'd gone up and down over several mountains and into two valleys. Checking the map I considered my options. North west was towards Pike of Blisco and Crinkle Crags. West was back along another ridge which would eventually curve back towards Wetherlam. I decided to continue on towards the North. A short while later I was climbing again up onto the ridge which lead eventually to the unfairly named Hell Gill. Before reaching this scary sounding hill I turned and descended again to the Wrynose pass, crossing the road and climbing once more. By 4pm I was walking next to Red Tarn, under Pike of Blisco, looking for a place to set up camp.
By this point my knees had made it clear that they would not support any notion of carrying on to Crinkle Crags. The wind had picked up now and it was blowing directly along the valley which meant I needed to find a sheltered spot. If the ground was flat, it was probably exposed. If it wasn't exposed it was a marsh. After about an hour of testing potential spots I found a place just big enough for the tent and not a marsh and not in the full force of the wind.
I set up my tent, moved in and made a coffee. I watched the final people descend from the valley and I was alone again. As I had such an early start I spent the evening dozing in my tent before cooking dinner -dehydrated chicken tikka and more coffee. The backpacking meal was tasty enough, hot and filling. For dessert an Alpen bar and a Mars bar. I spent most of my time inside the tent where it was sun-warmed and out of the wind.
Prepared for another cold night I slept fully clothed. It helped but wasn't the most comfortable night I've spent in a tent. By five the next morning I was wide-awake. By five thirty I'd had my coffee and was onto the porridge -strictly speaking, hot Alpen. By six I'd packed and was off to find water. Below me I found two ladies out bivying. You're never quite as alone as you think in the wilds!
Today I was taking a more direct route back to the car. Much less ascent, descent and fewer kilometres. Back to the Wrynose pass and on up to Hell Gill. The wind was strong on the ridge and cold. I was glad to have my windshirt which I fastened up tight. I was concerned I might lose my hat and so tightened up the chin strap as far as I could while maintaining the ability to breathe. Following the ridge south of Hell Gill I came across a memorial to the crew of a crashed WWII plane. A Halifax bomber. I didn't linger long it was feeling really cold and I wanted to descend to the sheltered side of the hill where I could warm up again.
South of the memorial the path began to descend on the leeward side of the hill and almost instantly it became much warmer. I realised I'd not seen a single person since the two ladies near my camp site.
Carrying on towards Brim Fell and Goat's Water I could see groups of other walkers heading for the Old Man. I descended to Goat's Water where two men were preparing to climb something on Dow Crag. There is a mountain rescue box at the base of the crag containing emergency equipment and a stretcher. There are several of these across the Lake District. This was the second I've seen.
The path from Goat's Water soon joined the Walna Scar path that I'd walked in on the Friday night. Before long I was back at the car, glad to get my boots off and ready for home.
Pyrenees 2004: Barroude to Benasque
A short walk from the Barroude hut and we crossed the border into Spain once more. The weather was warm and clear and the paths easy to follow. We continued along the HRP down the mountainside over 1000 vertical metres to a tiny village called Parzan. The best thing in Parzan was the cafe at the petrol station. We filled ourselves with chorizo baguettes and beer.
A hostal rural in the village cost €35 for the night for a room for the three of us. We booked in and immediately took turns in the shower, washing ourselves and our socks.
The next day we continued along the HRP towards the Lago de Urdizeto which turned out to be a busy, disappointing reservoir. The road to the lake was dusty, winding and steep. We didn't stay long at the reservoir, we ate lunch and continued downhill to the refugio de Biados.
The last few kilometres of the walk were hard. We'd run out of water and the day was hot. The final climb to the refuge was exhausting. We arrived at the hut, collapsed to the ground then drank litres of water before finding the (very grumpy) warden and booking in for the night.
We got our first experience of a Pyrenean thunder storm that night. Flashes of lightning illuminating the dorm and thunder booming through the hills. Looking out of the window we saw bolts of lightning striking the Posets massif.
Our next destination was the Estos hut, only another 10km or so further on. The walk started in good weather but a storm broke as we approached a high pass. Quickly donning our waterproofs we moved as fast as we could over the ridge, through the closing thunder. Descending into the next valley the weather improved and the waterproofs put away.
Daz walked on ahead of us and was soon out of sight. Helen and I arrived at the hut after a few hours expecting to see him propping up the bar but there was no sign. We asked the staff 'have you seen a bald Englishman?' but they hadn't. We bought cokes and sat on the verandah to enjoy the view. Way down below us a familiar figure appeared. It looked up towards us and we waved. Daz had missed the path and descended too low! We didn't laugh too much when he arrived.
Another night in another hut and we were ready for our final day in the mountains. We took the GR11 path down the mountains to Benasque, described in the guidebook as 'the fleshpots'. We didn't see much evidence of that but there were several nice bars, a good campsite and a bus station.
We spent and evening in an Asturian style Sidra (cider) bar. After several pitchers of Sidra we'd decided our next stop would be Portugal.
After a night on a commercial campsite we packed for the final time and went to the bus station and bought a ticket for Zaragoza, the nearest town of any size.
Pyrenees 2004: Leaving Gavarnie for Barroude
After a rest day in Gavarnie where we enjoyed restaurant food, ice cream and beer we packed once again and joined the HRP towards Barroude. The path climbed steeply up towards the Refuge des Espuguettes then dropping down along the Western wall of the Cirque d'Estaube. Plodding bored down some switchbacks on the road we were surprised when a British registered Nissan SUV stopped and asked if we'd like a lift.
We certainly did.
We were driven down to the valley and deposited at the campsite near Chapelle de Heas. We thanked our countryman and booked into the campsite.
The mist rolled in and we headed for an early bed.
The next morning we left Heas and climbed up towards the Aguila hut. The visibility was still poor and we decided to make a short day of it to see if the weather would improve. We settled down in the hut and played cards for the remainder of the day before spending the night there.
After Aguila we set off for the Hourquette de Heas to take the path to Barroude and the hut there.
The path was unclear. Part misty, part snow covered and all over a jumble of rocks. We weren't confident we'd be able to stay on the right path so we decided on an alternative. Descending to the bottom of the valley we could follow an easier path and reclimb up towards Barroude.
A few hours later we were back on the snow, following boot prints to the hut. Walking the last few Km through the mist we felt as though we were on a wide open plateau -we could see nothing.
We booked into the hut and sat down for a coffee. The mist outside briefly lifted and the Barroude wall appeared. This is a long high wall forming a barrier beyond the lac de Barroude.
We were some of the first guests of the refuge this season, the hut had only reopened the day before. We paid for dinner and waited excitedly for it to arrive. To date, the food we'd had in refuges had been excellent; tasty, plentiful and restoring. We were keen to see what we'd receive in Barroude.
Steaming bowls of a rich tomato soup and plates of bread arrived and were scoffed quickly. The warden brought us a large kilner jar of homemade pate. Delicious.
Time passed and our hunger grew. What would be the main course? A stew? What delight awaited us?
Time continued to pass and we muttered amongst ourselves "I think this pate is IT!". "Thats no good, I want something more". "Well, if thats all there is, I'm going for it!"
I tucked in to more of the pate. Then more. Then dinner arrived! A stew of beef and vegetables. I felt bad that I'd eaten so much of their pate. Leaving too little pate for them and too little room for my dinner.
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Natt Chanapa
Thai actress and fashion model Natt Chanapa (aka Kesarin Chaichalermpol, Natt Kesarin, or simply Nong Natt by locals) caused a huge scandal in Thailand last year when her hardcore video leaked out. Although she was popular before, she became a big hit on internet after this 'shocking news'. But damn, is she cute or is she cute?
For all fans of Natt Chanapa I've selected some free picture galleries.
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A very natural beauty!
This girl has one of the nicest pairs of apparently natural breasts I've seen on an Asian girl - quite remarkable.
Actually, her body's pretty remarkable overall - very well balanced, and with a face to match. Quite a package!
One of the headline stories today at Asian Sex Gazette Natt Chanapa answers porn charges
Damn, so many of the good ones are playing for the other team. :-(
I believe Adam Yurman has a photo set of her at pacificbeauty.com called "Natalie Erotic Shower"
I have a thing for boobs she have reall nice boobs
Yep, and as I say above I think they may even be natural - quite remarkable.
She's simply beautiful..I love her..
This girl is very good looking. To me anyways. And she shouldn't have to do all of that X-Rated Crap to get noticed. That's not necessary.
Where can I find her full movie "Seven days
in coffin" where she gives nude sex to her boyfriend on the bank of a pond in forest. In YouTube videos, it is only 3.58 minutes and gets clip terminated when she starts to take her clothes off.
Shall be grateful. REGARDS.
YouTube is for kids and sucks. Try YouPorn or PornHub or RedTube.
Or XVideos or Spankwire.
Since Dec 13, 2008 I requested for a link to Natt Chanapa's movie but no body cared to reply! What a dumbness!!!!
Yes, it is a "dumbness" to make such a request and expect that someone must be able to tell you.
Love the pair of breasts!
More pictures and movie clips of her can be found at http://nattchanapa-gallery.blogspot.com/
Her bossoms are so fantastic and large.

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Federal legislation sponsored by "progressive" Democrat lawmakers, dubbed the "Trayvon Amendment" to play on people's emotions in the wake of the now-infamous Florida shooting, would aim to bully state governments into restricting self-defense rights by withholding federal taxpayer funds. The controversial attack on individual and state rights was withdrawn from the House floor this week for being "out of order." But it is not dead yet.
"Stand Your Ground" laws, which recognize the rights of citizens to protect themselves from serious threats with deadly force instead of having a duty to retreat, exist in about two dozen states. And despite an alleged "controversy," manufactured by the establishment press, according to recent polls, the vast majority of Americans — more than two thirds, in fact — support the concept.
But after the fatal shooting of Trayvon Martin by Neighborhood Watch captain George Zimmerman earlier this year, anti-gun zealots seized the opportunity to advance their agenda by exploiting the tragedy. Anti-self-defense politicians and much of the so-called "mainstream media" jumped on the bandwagon, too, referring to Florida's popular self-defense protections as "shoot-first" laws.
Of course, if Zimmerman's story is true — he claims Martin was on top of him slamming his head into the ground, and witnesses and other evidence appear to corroborate the story — then Zimmerman had no way to retreat. Therefore, killing Martin would have likely been justified even under older self-defense laws.
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Fresh garden tomatoes can be found at any farmer's market or local farm stand. I couldn't resist purchasing about ten red succulent tomatoes yesterday for my famous CREAM OF TOMATO SOUP! I usually wait until the leaves start falling and the air becomes crisp, but I had a yen for some homemade tomato soup.
First, steam clean about four large tomatoes or six medium tomatoes in a large pot. Drain and cool. Take a couple organic carrots, one large sweet onion, a chopped scallion, and a couple garlic cloves and puree. Place in pot with two or three tablespoons of olive oil. Let simmer – slow. I then add a little organic Whole Wheat flour for thickening. If you prefer a gluten free soup, just add a little cornstarch. It will thicken just as well without the wheat gluten.
After the tomatoes cool, peel off the skins and the stem and cut into small dices. Add diced tomatoes to the pot and add two cups of fresh vegetable or chicken stock and a ½ cup of skim milk or almond milk. (Use cream if you prefer a thicker soup). Add other seasonings to taste.
I like my tomato soup to be a little sweet (sometimes tomatos can be a bitter) so I add a secret ingredient - a small dark chocolate candy. You can add a little raw sugar, if you prefer. I also add a little sweet basil to taste and let it simmer. Serve with a block of cheddar cheese melted on top and you have a hearty soup filled with antioxidants, protein and calcium. Enjoy!
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text: Dr Sofia Malamatidou MA Department of English LiteratureLecturer in Translation Studies Contact details Telephone+44 (0)121 414 email@example.com I am a Lecturer in Translation Studies in the Department of English Language and Applied Linguistics at the University of Birmingham. I have a background in corpus-based translation studies and textual and intertextual analyses of translated texts. Qualifications BA English with a minor in Greek studies (University of Athens, Greece) MA Translation and Interpreting Studies (The University of Manchester) PhD Translation and Intercultural Studies (The University of Manchester) Biography I joined the University of Birmingham in 2013. Before that I worked as a Research Assistant on the Translational English Corpus at the University of Manchester. I also have some experience as a free-lance translator and copy editor. Teaching I teach both the in-house and the distance MA programmes in Translation Studies. Campus-based courses that I teach are: Translation Technology Translation in a Professional Context Practical and Specialised Translation (English-Greek) Contemporary Translation Theory Postgraduate supervision I am interested in supervising MA and MPhil research in the following areas: corpus-based translation studies in general translation and language change (esp. use of diachronic corpora in translation studies) translation from English as a lingua franca translation of visual material Research My current research focuses on developing corpus methods for the investigation of translation as a language contact phenomenon. I'm interested to see how different methodologies can be combined and how diachronic corpora can be employed in translation studies. My other research interests include the power relations between languages and how these might affect the outcome of the translation process. Most recently, I have also developed an interest in how visual material might be adapted when it comes to translation. Other activities I am the Chair of the IATIS Media and Outreach Team. Publications Malamatidou, Sofia (2013) 'Passive Voice and the Language of Translation: A comparable corpus-based study of Modern Greek popular science articles, Meta 58 (2): 411-429.


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By Mike Phillips
Contributing sportswriter
When was the last time a sixth seed knocked off a top-seeded team in the Kaysinger Conference Basketball Tournament championship game?
It's likely never been done before, that is until Friday night. The sixth-seeded Sacred Heart Lady Gremlins upset the top-seeded Windsor Lady Greyhounds 38-35 in the W-K Kaysinger Conference Girls Basketball Tournament championship game at the Fred E. Davis Multipurpose Center.
There were heroes aplenty for the 8-14 Lady Gremlins, but none bigger than sophomore guard Claudia Cox. She may have scored just four points, but she pulled down a team-high 15 rebounds, dished out five assists and made four steals.
On top of that, Cox had the unenviable task of guarding 6-foot Lady Greyhound senior Taylor Ebeling, who finished with 13 points, all in the second half and seven of those came at the free throw line.
In the semifinals Tuesday night, Cox hit the game-winning shot to beat Tipton and advanced the Lady Gremlins to the championship game.
For the Lady Gremlins, it was their first Kaysinger Conference Tournament title since the 2008-2009 season, while Windsor came in as the defending champion. The Lady Greyhounds won the district championship and advanced to the state sectionals last year. Earlier this season, Windsor beat Smith-Cotton in the third-place game of the Marshall Red Cross Tournament and had beaten Sacred Heart at Windsor.
The Lady Gremlins had luck on their side. They missed the front end of three one-and-one free throw situations early in the fourth quarter. From that point on, Sacred Heart made seven of eight down the stretch to hang on for the victory.
Guard Gabbi Ebers missed the front end of two 1-and-1's early in the fourth, but then made two of two from the charity stripe and Katelin Sunnarborg made five of six from the line. Ebers had a huge trey at the outset of the fourth quarter and Sydney Smith scored four of her team-high 15 points in the fourth quarter.
Windsor sophomore 6-foot-1 forward Shelby Williams led all scorers with 18 points and Ebeling added 13, comprising 31 of Windsor's 35 points.
The game shaped up as Windsor's size against Sacred Heart's speed.
It took both teams over three minutes to score and the Lady Gremlins led 9-8 at the end of the first quarter.
Williams and Rachel Ferguson scored back-to-back baskets at the end of the half to give the Lady 'Hounds a 15-11 lead at halftime. Sacred Heart went ice-cold in the second quarter, making just one shot in nine attempts yet they were still in the game.
A three-point play by Ebeling at the start of the third quarter gave Windsor its biggest lead at 18-11. Sacred Heart switched to a half-court press and trap that launched a 10-0 Sacred Heart run with two baskets each by Kayla Holland and Smith and one each by Cox and Ebers to retake a 23-18 lead.
The Lady Gremlin speed was beginning to take over the tempo of the game. Sacred Heart led 23-20 after three quarters.
Ebers' trey to start the fourth made it 26-20, matching Sacred Heart's biggest lead of the game. Ebeling made two free throws with 4:16 left to cut the gap to 30-28.
Despite a technical on Holland on a loose ball pileup, three missed free throws on 1-and-1 situations and Windsor being mistakenly awarded possession of the ball on an alternating possession call, Sacred Heart never trailed the rest of the way and pulled off the stunning upset.
In earlier games Friday, fourth-seeded Tipton upset second-seeded Stover 61-40 in the third-place game and fifth-seeded Cole Camp upset third-seeded Green Ridge 43-33 in the consolation championship.
Emily Pritzel led Cole Camp, 15-11, with 13 points. Kaleena Logan had nine and Kaylee Kestner eight. Ragin Dillon led Green Ridge, 14-8, with 14 points and four treys. Photos by Randy Kirby, Sedalia News Journal.


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Doubt it. He says they never work. I would e-mail him direct.
Doug, email him directly. If you need his email pm me.
I am holding Jack hostage. Ransom is a double cuben quilt. Pay or else......
"Pay or else......"Hmmmmmm. I mean, he's a nice guy and all...........
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Our life is a ship. The helm steers the ship. One who navigates his lifeship aright fears the Master. On life's seas a God-fearing person sails toward the portals of Heaven. In verse five the Hebrew word tachbulah comes from the word, chebel, a rope. This rope guided the ship. God gives us wise counsels in the way we conduct our lifeship.
As a sailor steers her lifeship, she gains knowledge of the Captain and His ways from His Logbook, the Bible.
This knowledge keeps her on course and steers her away from the wrong course. A wise woman chooses her shipmates carefully. She does not hang around with the pirates and the unruly. The God-fearing sailor knows that, while these pirates seek to enmesh others in their nets, they often entangle the sailors.
Stay away from the pirates. Do not follow their advice. Sailors who steer off course run into the shoals. "Thou shalt not follow a multitude to do evil" (Exo. 23:2). Say "No" when bad sailors entice you. Go the other way.
Listen to God. Those who hate knowledge and choose not the fear of the Lord will harvest the fruit of going the wrong way. It destroys them.
Those who heed God's warnings shall dwell safely and be quiet from the fear of evil. Even in adverse circumstances, the tempest may rage all around them, but the Captain gives an inner peace.
Excerpt from Our Lifeship: Studies in Proverbs for Women
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Even though I sort of like being an adult and enjoying all the privileges it has to offer me (like night cream and my jury duty summons for November 29th… charmed, I'm sure!), I much prefer a lifestyle more suited for a twelve-year-old: eating Funyuns for breakfast in the afternoon, skipping, being on a family cell phone plan and slapping people and asking why they're hitting themselves are all activities that I enjoy on the regular.
That's why I was delighted when I stumbled upon the Pixielated Etsy, a shop created by crafty London-based designer Becky Hobden. The shop features adorable candy-colored crocheted accessories that are perfect for adding a playful pop to your bad hair days and winter wardrobe.
I'm currently having a moment with her Big Bow Headbands, which are almost too cute to handle. Short of marching around town with a sparkly scepter, they're the perfect way to create a fun, youthful vibe in your life and in your closet. Unlike other headbands that send you on a vice-gripped journey to a land of headaches and leave a dent in your mane, these are super soft and comfortable. I'm wearing the red one in the featured image because although I'm not a fan of Disney, I think we can all agree to agree that Snow White is the chicest chick of them all and any chance to look like her is one that should be taken.
The headbands also come in a variety of other equally sweet colors guaranteed to cheer you up and remind everyone that you're the fairest of them all:
Perfect for wrapping yourself up and letting people know what a gift you are.
You can get your own at the Pixielated shop for $16 and check out Becky's blog here.
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European horse meat scandal
Horsemeat Scandal Hits Norish Revenue
The large food storage and logistics company, Norish, bought Townview Foods back in 2012. Townview Foods is at the center of the 2013 European horse meat scandal. Townview Foods had direct knowledge that they were illegally involved with selling horse meat as beef, and thus Norish is absolutely responsible. ~ HfH From: Insider Media The aftermath of the horse ...Full Article
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Vice President Joe Biden Takes Instagram Selfie With President Obama
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Welcome to social media Mr. Vice President. Barack Obama's right hand man VP Joe Biden joined Instagram yesterday and I'm pretty sure his first post was a shameless plug for Ray Ban.
In just 24 hours, Biden has over 65,000 followers on Instagram. I've been on the popular social media site since it launched and I only have 64,000-less followers!
The last update from the Vice President was a 'selfie' taken with the Commander in Chief himself. By the way, he's only following two people… what gives?!


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Holidays should be about rest and relaxation. So why do most trips abroad seem to end exactly the same way?
That is, waking up on a sun lounger, with your pants around your ankles, a tattoo of Peter Griffin on your forehead and no recollection of how or why it happened?
Fortunately, it's not just us and the cast of The Inbetweeners who find our holidays going a bit mental. Take curvy Caitlin Wynters, for example. Your 2011 Summer Babe cover star winner loves to head abroad in search of sun, sand and you-know-what.
But that doesn't mean her summer holidays all went completely according to plan. The 21-year-old Midlander has a tale or two to tell – and taking heed of her memorable moments might just help you to stay out of trouble on your future hols. That's if you want to, of course…
No need for Speedos | Mallorca
"There are some downsides to beaches. They can be unhygienic, for starters. I look at kids and think, 'You must be having a wee in the sea.' The ocean is just one big toilet! And then you have men wearing Speedos, which just make you look ridiculous. Although they are better than wearing nothing, I suppose. On a beach in Mallorca, one man was competely naked. And he was bending over. And he must have been at least 50 years old. No-one needs to see that!"


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Department of Psychiatry, Loma Linda University, Loma Linda, CA, USA
Department of Psychiatry, Oregon Health and Science University, Portland, OR, USA, Department of Psychiatry, Southern Illinois University School of Medicine, Springfield, IL, USA
Department of Psychology, Loma Linda University, Loma Linda CA, USA
BACKGROUND: We measured cognitive side effects from bitemporal electroconvulsive therapy (ECT) using stimuli of 0.5 msec pulse width 900 milliamperes (mA).
METHODS: Mini-Mental State Exam (MMSE) and 21-item Hamilton Rating Scale for Depression (HRSD-21) were rated within 36 hours before and 36 hours after a series of 6 bitemporal ECT sessions on 15 patients age ≥45.
RESULTS: MMSE remained high after ECT (pre-ECT mean 29, standard deviation [SD] 1.60, post-ECT mean 28.53, SD 1.36) with no significant change. The mean HRSD-21 fell from 27.5 to 16.3. Post-ECT MMSE was significantly and markedly higher than in previous studies of bitemporal ECT; all had used ECT stimuli of pulse width at least 1 msec.
CONCLUSIONS: With stimuli of 0.5 msec pulse width and 900 mA, 6 bitemporal ECTs did not decrease MMSE score. This result leaves no opportunity for further decrease in basic cognitive side effects, and complements published reports of stronger physiological effects with stimuli of 0.5 msec pulse width and 900 mA. ECT stimuli of 0.5 msec pulse width and 900 mA are more desirable than wider pulse widths. Six bitemporal ECT sessions using these stimuli generally will not have more cognitive side effects than treatments with other placements, allowing maintenance of full efficacy with clinically insubstantial side effects.
KEYWORDS: electroconvulsive therapy, cognitive aspects, bitemporal
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Priority Dates: How Do They Work?
The concept of priority dates is confusing for many. We take this opportunity to provide our readers with an overview of how they work. Priority dates determine when a foreign national will have the ability to file the final stage in the permanent residence (commonly referred to as the "green card") process, known as the adjustment-of-status application (Form I-485). The priority date must also be current in order to obtain permanent residence through a consular processing (CP) for an immigrant visa. Thus, the concept of a priority date is extremely important for everyone pursuing or considering permanent residency.
Establishing the Priority Date
A priority date in an employment-based (EB) case requiring PERM labor certification is the officially acknowledged date that the case was filed with the U.S. Department of Labor (DOL). If the EB case was filed in a category that does not require labor certification, then the priority date assigned is the date the immigrant petition (I-140) is properly filed with the United States Citizenship and Immigration Services (USCIS). In a family-based (FB) case, the priority date is assigned based on the date the petition for alien relative (I-130) is properly filed with the USCIS.
Why Priority Dates are Important
A foreign national determines when s/he is able to file for the I-485 by checking the dates each month in the U.S. Department of State (DOS) Visa Bulletin chart, which is published monthly and available via link from MurthyDotCom. The dates listed in the visa bulletin are known as cutoff dates. These cutoff dates determine whether the individual may file Form I-485, obtain approval of the I-485, or obtain an immigrant visa using CP.
Annual Quotas and Other Limitations
By law, there are annual limits or quotas on the number of foreign nationals who can become U.S. permanent residents. The quota is controlled by the use of visa numbers, and allocated between the EB green card categories and the FB green card categories.
Both the EB and FB categories contain subcategories known as preferences. The quota is allocated further between the various preference categories, such as EB1, EB2, and EB3. Complicating matters further, there are per-country limits that cap the percentage of the limited visa numbers which can be given to individuals from each country annually. This means that every country, no matter how large or small, is given the same maximum percentage allocation of the worldwide quota.
As a result, individuals from countries with large populations and high rates of U.S. immigration, such as India, China, Mexico and the Philippines, often experience longer wait times for visa numbers than individuals from countries with lower rates of U.S. immigration. The visa numbers that are available to a particular category, for a given country, depend upon many factors which determine the level of demand for the limited numbers. These factors include various changes in law and procedure that may create either incentives or disincentives to immigration filings in a specific time period. The levels of productivity and number of green card cases processed to approval by the USCIS, as well as the number of visas issued at the U.S. consulate abroad also play a role. The movement of the dates determines which I-485 applications can be filed during a particular visa bulletin month, as well as which green card cases and immigrant visas can be approved.
Reading the Visa Bulletin
If the visa bulletin chart states "C" for a given category and country, that indicates that the numbers are current in the specific EB category for the country of chargeability. This means that there is no waiting period for filing the I-485 application. It also means that a pending I-485 application in that category could be approved. If the demand for numbers exceeds the supply the visa bulletin chart indicates this with a date (called a "cutoff date"). If the priority date is BEFORE the date indicated, then the foreign national is eligible to file the I-485 application for adjustment of status during the particular month when the date is available. The U.S. consulate would also be able to issue an immigrant visa.
Visa Bulletin Issued in Advance
It is always important to take note of the month for which the chart is issued. The visa bulletin is released several weeks in advance of the month of its validity. If, for example, a given priority date is not current for April, but shows as being available in the May Visa Bulletin, then the foreign national will be able to file the I-485 during the month of May. If the I-485 application reaches the USCIS before May, in this example, the case will either be rejected by the mailroom or, if it is processed, the I-485 will be denied when the mistake is discovered.
A question that the Murthy Law Firm is often asked is: What happens if the priority dates move back or retrogress after my I-485 is filed?
If the I-485 application is filed when the dates are current, but the visa bulletin date then goes backward - or retrogresses - to a date prior to the individual's priority date, the I-485 must wait until the priority date is current again in order to be eligible for approval.
The USCIS reviews I-485 applications even if the priority date is not current. If there are problems with the case, a request for evidence (RFE), notice of intent to deny (NOID), or a denial could be issued. If the case is proper and complete, the USCIS will place it on hold and, unless something changes for the worse in the case, it should be approved once a visa number becomes available.
It should be clear that visa numbers and the visa bulletin are extremely important in the green card process. One must have a basic understanding of the meaning and function of priority dates and the visa bulletin in order to make a number of important decisions. Information about the visa bulletin, including any reliable predictions and other developments, is always made available on MurthyDotCom.
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The "over-the-top" workshop
Obsessed with organization
Nestled in the forest on a shore of Lake Chelan in central Washington State, Mike Walker's 1,670-square-foot workshop is the epitome of organization. From the outset, plenty of storage space and an efficient workflow dominated the planning. "I am obsessed with organization," Mike says, "and we spent a lot of time planning spaces to accommodate all of the tools and accessories."
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A16x16 project design room? I design my projects on a 3 1/2 x 7 foot table in a 16 x 20 foot shop.4/30/2015 05:19:27 PM Report Abuse
I'd give him the benefit of doubt. My shop is 1,800 SF and you would have to look hard to find any dust. Every table, work bench, router table stand, chop saw stand, kitchenette with curio dining table... was made in the shop. I like a clean shop and I sweep it every day. With 3 lathes I tend to make lots of shavings!8/27/2013 12:07:09 AM Report Abuse
This shop is like having a Ferrari in your garage with a cover over it and never uncovering it. Does he have a housekeeper-er-a shopkeeper that comes in weekly to mop and dust also??3/3/2013 10:46:40 PM Report Abuse
This is a "show" shop not a production shop. Anybody with enough money and "organization skills" can build a show shop like this one.... great for the showman's ego. What is it that is actually the product that is built in this shop ?2/28/2013 02:18:23 PM Report Abuse
Best shop I have ever seen. I too appreciate your dedication to extreme organization. Your shop itself is the best evidence of the caliber of work produced. Extraordinary!2/28/2013 12:48:03 PM Report Abuse
I've been in operating rooms less sterile that this shop!!!This is the most immaculate wood shop I have EVER seen. Now, let's see the one he actually does woodworking in.5/12/2012 08:51:58 AM Report Abuse
I see that this has been posted for quite sometime.Now I would be interested to see if anything of looking at has come out of the Crystal Cathedral of woodworking shops. Also who keeps all the galss so clean of dust. I'd be afraid to work in there.5/11/2012 09:28:36 AM Report Abuse
This is definetly not a work shop. My shop has a minimum of 2" of sawdust on the floor and stacks of lumber in every corner. It does function very well and I can turn out a complete kitchen remodle in less than 2 days. Built, finished and installed. The difficult part is collecting the bill.5/11/2012 06:25:30 AM Report Abuse
If you want it bad enough you can make it so. I think this is an awesome shop, and even if I don't have those views on tap, I can do some of this in my own working shop...8/21/2011 07:25:05 PM Report Abuse
Mike, Congrate's on the ultimate dream shop. I use to envy the two car garage shops, now I'm setting my envy of a shop with a view. I can imagine a cold winters night, snow gently falling, and being in the shop nice and warm working on the latest project. Let me know if you need an extra hand for a week or two...lol6/27/2011 11:19:33 PM Report Abuse
This shop was in one of their magazines a few years ago. Stunning. It almost makes me a communist -- so I could demand equal access.6/17/2011 08:54:45 AM Report Abuse
Lets see...hardwood floors, vaulted ceiling, spectacular views, and over 1600 square feet of space...for the average woodworker this is not realistic. I see no saw dust anywhere....I would like to see some of his projects. It looks like a showroom and I do not like it....how about an article on "real life" workshops? G Stebbins.6/17/2011 03:45:00 AM Report Abuse
Nice shop Mike. Thanks for sharing it with us.6/16/2011 09:12:16 PM Report Abuse
If I ever got that organized I would never find anything!6/16/2011 12:32:16 PM Report Abuse
I don't have enough time left in my life to get even remotely as organized as this!6/16/2011 12:27:16 PM Report Abuse
Gotta say that this shop doesn't come close to the tiny amount of square feet that most of us have to eke out for shop space. My 7 1/2 X 16 alcove is the envy of the neighborhood, but wevneed more great tips for small shops, not building the ultimate space ala Norm Abrams.6/16/2011 12:02:06 PM Report Abuse
Let me see someone do the same with 170 square feet. Which is all I have, on a good day. Biggest problem? Waste disposal (Especially since recycling became compulsory) and storage of timber. JW (UK)6/16/2011 11:16:38 AM Report Abuse
It is just amazing to see a shop like this one, it is out of may league. But have great ideals for maybe one day this old guy can have. Mike great shop!!!6/5/2011 12:00:06 AM Report Abuse
With a shop like that I would be interested to see what he makes. Does it measure up to his shop?5/21/2011 04:24:16 PM Report Abuse
Pydesign2 is absolutely right !!! defenettly the nicest ... C'est la plus belle shop que j'ai jamais vu. toutes les autres sont fade avec leur n�ons...5/12/2011 05:05:45 PM Report Abuse
Thats not a shop, its a National Museum, should be against the law to put a speck of sawdust or anything for that matter antwhere in this shop. You have done a very nice job with your shop-congratulations.You know what they say-A clean shop is a sign of a sick mind and you are over the top. Let me know when you are committed so I can come up and examine this masterpiece of all masterpieces!5/9/2011 05:14:33 PM Report Abuse
That is one nice shop!!! A shop with a view what else can you ask for. I like the Easy off buttons anyone know where you get them?5/2/2011 11:08:51 AM Report Abuse
This is probably the nicest personal wood shop I've ever seen. I'm a little curious as to why he went with all "General" brand machinery. They do make quality tools, but if I had that kind of money I'd at least purchase a real industrial panel saw. Love all the light, but I'd be paranoid that one or more of those skylights would leak, especially in that rainy State. I hope he has some tarps and buckets within easy reach. Very nicely done! Enjoy!4/1/2011 09:36:12 AM Report Abuse
I have a difficult time believing that this is a working shop and not just for show. It is an awesome shop!!!3/31/2011 06:58:43 PM Report Abuse
OK, Now I know what the lottery winner's shop looks like! This is sensational!3/31/2011 03:40:03 PM Report Abuse
Amazing, I like to think that those are not the actual views but just vinyl wall coverings, haha. Awesome, he should give tours and make some extra $$.3/31/2011 10:31:18 AM Report Abuse
An awesome shop, Mike!!! The best I've ever seen! Wish I had some of your organizational skills. One question...what kind of hardwood floor do you have there? Engineered or solid? Rick2/16/2011 08:59:55 AM Report Abuse
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It takes a long time for me to come around and realize when something is done… gone… over.
Thankfully, I eventually get there. So this is my official post to announce that the Dilly Daily is closed for business.
Not to worry, in its place is a new outlet for my self-indulgent ramblings: Urban Tread. It's basically the same deal with a focus on getting me out and about a bit more. I hope you'll check it out.
The Dilly Daily is dead. Long live Urban Tread!
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why are you making such a huge deal about this? you bush haters really think if obama was there HE wouldn't be getting shoes thrown at him? they hate america, not bush especially.
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She was born Aug. 2, 1925, in Kingston, N.Y., to the late Paul and Helen (Schrowang) Beaver.
She was a graduate of the Kingston Hospital School of Nursing and worked as a nurse most of her life. She was a member of St. Helena Catholic Church, where she was a member of the Altar Society. She was a founding member of Sharing and Caring. She enjoyed reading, gardening, walking, sewing and working puzzles. She was married Oct. 4, 1946, to Culver O. Ten Broeck, who preceded her in death in 1997.
She also was preceded in death by: her son, Bruce Ten Broeck; three brothers, Paul "Jerry" Beaver, Eugene Beaver and John Beaver; and twin sisters, Annette Martinez and Joan Beaver.
Survivors include: her children, Sharon (Karl) Kupfer of Richmond Hill, Alan (Tammy) Ten Broeck of Ormond Beach, Fla., Carol (Tom) Lawrence of Ormond Beach, Jane (Ken) Petrie of Lehigh Acres, Fla., and Tom (Carolyn) Ten Broeck of Williston, Fla.; sister, Helen Dzurinko of Monsey, N.Y.; brothers, Joseph Beaver of Alplaus, N.Y., and Vincent Beaver of Ocala, Fla.; 11 grandchildren; nine great-grandchildren; and a great-great-grandchild.
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Pub manager Steven Murphy made the relatively short journey from the Cross Keys, in Peterhead, to his new pub in Inverurie, Aberdeenshire.
Steven (pictured) is manager of The Gordon Highlander – opened on the site of a disused nightclub.
In the small square outside of the town hall is the Inverurie and District War Memorial, topped by a statue of a Gordon Highlander.
The pub has been designed in Art Deco style, to reflect the building's previous life as a cinema.
Artwork and a sculpture representing the Gordon Highlander Regiment, as well as the locomotive train of the same name, are displayed.


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Your life finally has meaning.
Nightbird and oracle Stephanie Lynn "Stevie" Nicks, who has given us so much — songs to cry to, songs to spin to, a spiderweb world to hide in, counterspells to whisper when faced with heartbreak or disappointment — has finally called upon us, her army of women who own too many scarves, to serve her. Nicks, the human equivalent of a Tiffany lamp, the OG Elusive Chanteuse, has invited her fans to design a shawl for her. A shawl that she will actually wear on her body. Stevie Nicks' body. Are you still breathing? Don't worry, we'll wait.
Fans have been invited to submit ready-made designs or sketches of "show-stopping" shawls inspired by Nicks' "mystical visual style and symbolic lyrics." The winning design will be worn by the singer, professionally photographed, featured on Nicks' official website, and returned. Yes — you will get to touch, cradle, smell, sleep with, and swaddle yourself in the very same diaphanous fabric that once rested upon and twirled around the delicate poetry-filled limbs of one Stevie Nicks. The same woman who wrote "Landslide." HOW AREN'T YOU DOODLING SHAWL DESIGNS RIGHT NOW?!
Here are some of our own ideas:
– A shawl woven from the petals of a thousand white roses.
– Wrap ten tambourines in black velvet at a charmed hour and use them to form a net-like pattern. Take the beard hairs of an old Irish traveller and use them as fringe.
– Find a way to turn a crystal ball into a shawl.
– Find a way to turn a hug from Lindsay Buckingham into a shawl.
If you are still uninspired, 1) you are a monster and 2) just shut up and watch this incredible video of Stevie Nicks singing a demo version of "Wild Heart." If this does nothing for you, I'm sorry but you are already beyond saving.
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