I think a scouting-like-activity is a enormously important experience for all people to receive some time in their life. Scouting teaches people how to look after themselves and start to realise that we can live quite happily without all the modern facilities we now believe so necessary for our lives. Also this experience brings all people together – as they suffer the more demanding form of life under canvas. It was certainly very good for me.

I have been in the scouting movement for 10 years of my life and this has occured in 3 different countries. So I can’t give any details over all this time. I will mainly just show the photos, which I just happen to have saved.

         Cubs and Scouts

My cub experience started in New Zealand and finished in Canberra, Australia. Then I started again in Mill Hill, London in the scouts. In all these activities I was very keen.

This photo shows me (on the right) and my patrol (the fourth was taking the photo) on a hike. I had just been made patrol leader and as such I organized this hike. It involved four separate bus rides, a hike through this wood (called the “Great Wood”) and then following a creek for 5 miles. In the wood we pushed over lots of dead trees and in the creek the guy on the left lost his shoe in the mud. I was so pleased with this whole episode that I now tend to think that this is where my special individuality started (i.e. my excessive ego)

        Senior Scouts

During my time with the senior scouts for our main holidays we went on three expeditions – to Corsica, Torridon (Scotland) and the Pyrenees. In my time we did rather well because in the London area there was a challenge between all the scout groups as to who had the best holiday/expedition adventure. For these three years we came first, second and first. The photo below shows us producing a log book (which as you can see is a quite substantial object).

This is me on top of Paglini Orba.

Corsica – 1956

     On the Corsican expedition my patrol climbed Paglini Orba. This mountain is about 8,000 feet high and is the second highest mountain in Corsica. The route is not obvious and we had no guide book. So this was quite a feat.

Alex, Mike, Neville, Dereck and me.

This photo shows a group of us working on producing the large log-books we produced when the expedition was all over.

Quinton, Clabon my brother (who was in charge), Jon, me and Alistair Mike was taking the photo

Torridon (Scotland) – 1957

This was a much smaller expedition (only six people).

To get to Torridon we first needed to take a boat.

This is the team on the way up to climb the mountain above (Liathach). Mike is again taking the photo.

The Pyrenees – 1958

This is the full team (I am on the bottom right). I think I over-stressed myself on this expedition and, at the end, I became a little ill. You can see I look a bit thin.

On our Pyrenees expedition, I and my brother climbed the third highest mountain in the Pyrenees – a Mt Perdido (11,000 ft – we knew absolutely nothing about the mountain apart from the fact that we could see it and it was marked on he map). During my time off in 1995 I thought I would try to repeat these things. Paglini Orba in Corsica wasn’t too bad but I couldn’t manage to repeat the ascent of Mt Perdido. The route I had gone up previously (I had been very much the prime mover in the previous ascent) wasn’t the easiest and even now, with a special climber’s hut below, the route still doesn’t get too many ascents. {When I tried the route again the final chimney/gully was all iced up (it was earlier in the season) so it was a bit harder.} However I was amazed that at that young age I had made a successful ascent of this fairly difficult mountain with no experience or equipment at all.


You might now also like to look back at:
either my “Home Page” (which introduces this whole website and lists all my webpages),
or “My Life” (which introduces this major set of webpages).

My next normal webpage is “Bush-Walking”.

Updated on 14/11/2016.