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Fran
Guest
Well OK, perhaps the heading's a little on the dramatic side,
and I must confess here and now that this isn't a walking-
related topic; however I have finally used my 'yellow peril'
eTrex as a means of escape from inhospitable wilderness. Sort
of. Our intrepid heroine (i.e. yours truly, but you'd
probably guessed that) was driving from the Rhondda to
Lampeter, across the Brecon Beacons, and looking forward to
the large mug of tea that awaited her arrival. Her trusty(?)
steed, however, was having none of it, and ground to a halt
not far short of the Storey Arms (but too far to walk to the
tea van and back before rescue arrived - grrr). Nothing
daunted, and in possession of a signal on her mobile phone,
our intrepid heroine emulated ET and Phoned Home - to get
Charlie to call the RAC. "Where exactly are you?", was the
inevitable question from ground control; a question that was
easily answered after reference to the Yellow Peril, even
though it would have made everyone's job a lot easier if our
heroine (for it was she) had been able to remember which of
the ten figures to ignore when giving an OS GR...
Anyone got a spare clutch for a Peugeot 205 sitting around in
their garage not doing anything?
--
If you can keep your head when all around are losing theirs...
then you've failed to grasp some important aspect of the
situation.
and I must confess here and now that this isn't a walking-
related topic; however I have finally used my 'yellow peril'
eTrex as a means of escape from inhospitable wilderness. Sort
of. Our intrepid heroine (i.e. yours truly, but you'd
probably guessed that) was driving from the Rhondda to
Lampeter, across the Brecon Beacons, and looking forward to
the large mug of tea that awaited her arrival. Her trusty(?)
steed, however, was having none of it, and ground to a halt
not far short of the Storey Arms (but too far to walk to the
tea van and back before rescue arrived - grrr). Nothing
daunted, and in possession of a signal on her mobile phone,
our intrepid heroine emulated ET and Phoned Home - to get
Charlie to call the RAC. "Where exactly are you?", was the
inevitable question from ground control; a question that was
easily answered after reference to the Yellow Peril, even
though it would have made everyone's job a lot easier if our
heroine (for it was she) had been able to remember which of
the ten figures to ignore when giving an OS GR...
Anyone got a spare clutch for a Peugeot 205 sitting around in
their garage not doing anything?
--
If you can keep your head when all around are losing theirs...
then you've failed to grasp some important aspect of the
situation.