Stormy outside today, so decided to sort out my climbing/walking cupboard and the overflow in the spare bedroom. This proved a bigger task than I had imagined. Out went some old Karrimor rucksacks which I had cannibalised for repairs. Out went old meths stoves, old battered billy sets, lanterns and torches. Out went tattered gaiters, stop tous [remember them] and pocket hand warmers! Couldn’t part with my cotton Blacks Tinker tent, bought for about £20 in the sixties. 4ld in weight, no groundsheet but room for two, just. Found a picture on the net….
Next came the climbing gear. Out went old slings and quick-draws, probably weak with age, and frayed wired nuts and heavy carabiners. But I couldn’t send my Joe Brown helmet to the tip nor my Whillan’s harness, strap on crampons nor wooden shafted ice axe.
Not doing very well with the junk? But I’ve been privately immersed in great memories of my past climbing and camping days, old friends many now no longer with us and all that evocative cotton and leather equipment.