I seem to have drawn the short straw to write a report on our first weekend meet, so here goes.
Firstly it must be said that a large measure of thanks for the success of the weekend must go to the hard working staff of the Horse & Farrier Inn who made us all so welcome. They provided superb service, excellent food, always with a smile, and nothing was too much trouble for them, not even opening the kitchen some two hours earlier than usual to provide a wonderful breakfast prior to our predawn start on Saturday. The bar snug was converted, with their blessing, into an impromptu debating chamber on the Friday evening, and just as readily changed to a private dinning room on both Friday and Saturday evenings.
If any other APUG member is in need of first class accommodation whilst visiting the English Lakes then I cannot recommend this establishment too highly.
Check them out at
http://www.horseandfarrier.com
It was with some trepidation that I arrived at the Horse & Farrier on the Friday afternoon in the company of my wife, and friends Jean and Tony Marlow. Would anyone else turn up? How would the group gel together? Would the choice of venue be successful? I neednt have worried on any of these points, for by soon after 6pm the others had arrived, and introduced themselves, and lively debate commenced.
Photographs were circulated as planned, and this also helped the icebreaking, photography was the language of the evening and the basis for a very informative exchange of ideas and techniques. If nothing else had taken place I felt that the five hundred mile round trip was warranted by that evening alone.
Saturday morning began with a predawn outing to nearby Castlerigg, an ancient stone circle that has been photographed almost as many times as El Capitan. The weather was, to say the least, inclement. We were greeted by sub-zero temperatures, exacerbated by gale force winds which rendered it difficult to maintain a footing. Several cameras took impromptu close-ups of the, fortunately, soft ground, as the wind took control, whilst grey lowering skies ensured that the film exposed was probably wasted; we shall see!
Les, Peter, and David viewed this comedy from the warm interior of Peters Campervan whilst eating their breakfast. I couldnt find an argument to counter this action, so a move down to Keswick for morning coffee was arranged as soon as it was deemed decent to do so.
The next venue was nominated by Les, who, it must be remembered was being chaffered by Peter in his campervan. Now in case the wrong impression is given by the term Van it should be pointed out that this vehicle more closely resembles a London bus than a common or garden van, so the turn of events that followed was even more surprising.
Having lead our motley convoy for a number of miles, Peter deemed it necessary to execute a rather neat U-turn at an impossibly narrow section of road leaving the rest of us to pirouette around the local bakers van. By the time we had completed this manoeuvre, and reversed direction, Peter had succeeded in teleporting his vehicle into a parallel universe, for search as we did, we failed to locate them. They eventually warped back into view in the Horse & Farriers car park later that evening, a neat trick, the execution of which Peter was reluctant to divulge. It transpired that whilst they explored Buttermere the rest of us took in the delights of Watendlath, between frequent rain squalls, that by that time, we were becoming used to.
Lively debate again preceded, and accompanied the Saturday evening meal.
Sunday began at a rather more civilised time as we woke to fresh snow falls on the hills, and blue skies. It didnt last, by the time we had driven over the Honister Pass to Buttermere the clouds had returned. The biting wind remained to keep us awake. Several hours were spent photographing the waters edge of the mere, and adjacent falls before the attraction of the local pub overcame our resolve. Having retired there for a warming lunch we decided that it was appropriate to call an end to the weekend, many facing a long journey home, ready for a return to work on the Monday.
It was nice to be able to put faces to names during what, in spite of the adverse weather, proved to be a very enjoyable weekend. I thank all those that did attend, especially Leon for promoting the idea, and look forward to seeing the fruits of their labours.