The Great Outdoors
Deskbound says: Camping! Hiking! Other stuff that's not indoors! Regale us with your tales of the great outdoors, whether it involves being rogerred by the Scout Master or skinning your first rabbit.
( , Thu 29 Mar 2012, 14:49)
Deskbound says: Camping! Hiking! Other stuff that's not indoors! Regale us with your tales of the great outdoors, whether it involves being rogerred by the Scout Master or skinning your first rabbit.
( , Thu 29 Mar 2012, 14:49)
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From the top of Pen y Fan in Wales...
With the sun still pelting down, it was a hard old slog up the mountain. And what did we do when we got there? Admire the view? Slap each others backs on a job well done? Nope. We threw stones down the side to see how far they'd roll.
"Hey guys! Look at this!" I shouted, heaving a large round boulder the size and shape of a car wheel over the edge. I fully expected it to fall about twenty yards and stop. Instead, it shot down the mountainside like shit from a goose gaining momentum as it went. About 1,000 feet below us there was a squad of soldiers (probably members of Hereford's finest SAS) on a mountain route march. Like a silent movie, we watched in horror as one of them pointed up the mountain at the guided missile approaching, and they scattered in all directions, quite literally for their lives.
For a full five minutes, the boulder of doom thundered on. At one stage it ripped through a flock of sheep, miraculously missing every one of the panicking beasts. Then it chased a horse for a full hundred yards before slamming into a dry stone wall, sending shards of shattered rock in all directions.
I thought it was the funniest thing I'd ever seen. The rest of my party did not, and offered to hand me over to the SAS for target practice. Kindly, despite a few choice words echoing up the mountainside ("You melon farming melon-farmer!"), they declined.
In summary: Don't throw big rocks at the SAS. They get cross.
( , Thu 29 Mar 2012, 16:46, 6 replies)
With the sun still pelting down, it was a hard old slog up the mountain. And what did we do when we got there? Admire the view? Slap each others backs on a job well done? Nope. We threw stones down the side to see how far they'd roll.
"Hey guys! Look at this!" I shouted, heaving a large round boulder the size and shape of a car wheel over the edge. I fully expected it to fall about twenty yards and stop. Instead, it shot down the mountainside like shit from a goose gaining momentum as it went. About 1,000 feet below us there was a squad of soldiers (probably members of Hereford's finest SAS) on a mountain route march. Like a silent movie, we watched in horror as one of them pointed up the mountain at the guided missile approaching, and they scattered in all directions, quite literally for their lives.
For a full five minutes, the boulder of doom thundered on. At one stage it ripped through a flock of sheep, miraculously missing every one of the panicking beasts. Then it chased a horse for a full hundred yards before slamming into a dry stone wall, sending shards of shattered rock in all directions.
I thought it was the funniest thing I'd ever seen. The rest of my party did not, and offered to hand me over to the SAS for target practice. Kindly, despite a few choice words echoing up the mountainside ("You melon farming melon-farmer!"), they declined.
In summary: Don't throw big rocks at the SAS. They get cross.
( , Thu 29 Mar 2012, 16:46, 6 replies)
I did something similar on Ben More
during a field trip. I don't know why I expected it to stop after about ten metres, but it didn't stop until it embedded itself in the relatively soft ground at the bottom of the valley.
( , Thu 29 Mar 2012, 17:04, closed)
during a field trip. I don't know why I expected it to stop after about ten metres, but it didn't stop until it embedded itself in the relatively soft ground at the bottom of the valley.
( , Thu 29 Mar 2012, 17:04, closed)
There is indeed
Great place. Even if last time I climbed it there appeared to be some badger-baiting, or something, going on in the woods.
( , Thu 29 Mar 2012, 21:45, closed)
Great place. Even if last time I climbed it there appeared to be some badger-baiting, or something, going on in the woods.
( , Thu 29 Mar 2012, 21:45, closed)
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