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Just to prove he was still capable of doing "his thing" the Editor did a one day Southern Crossing last week with two work-. miates in near perfect conditions. The taxi dropped us off at the 'slip' an hour and a half late so we did not begin the grind to Fields till 8.30 a.m. Deep mud ‘slowed us but by changing the lead we managed to reach Fields Rut within one and a half hours. The climb to Kime was tricky in places where ice glazed rock “underfoot and veneered kneecap bogs. Occasionally we could hear
the faint beat of a helo working in the biue depths. hee gone were the hassles of phone cails, deadlines, meetings, sand concrete. The caress of the snow grass, the air a cutting . freshness, the snow ali virgin white, were welcome relief ... “Lunch. at. ‘Kime (what a dismal place), photos at Hector (have you “seen the poppies? ?), and a moment of reflection at Alpha. The. ‘dark cut our pace along the Marchant and bogs froze under a clear ‘moon. We had our first brew at Dobson (water from a pig's wallow) and ambled down the Puffer by moonlight. Observations: deep bogs, firm snow on the tops, a frigid Kime Hut, the cross on Hector is down, and Marchant Ridge never gets shorter: ... thanks for a great day Lawrence Tye and Red Beatson.