June 1969 - Ceunant Mountaineering Club

lrater onto the original hand kaitted carpet, listening to the rala lash acrossthe quaint corrugated roof r,rhose colour schene ras a supple blending of fla.kiaggrey and rusty red. All tbe slates uust have been for export. In a far corneruas a snall orga.n, untouched, unuseal dust covered. Land of our practieallycelibate fathers. Perhaps rre rmuldl have a.oother look ai lhantou B rhen thereather was kinCer - at least tJrere is allrays the shelter of the tea shack.Back at Trenadoc the weather was inprcviag. In the car park ue nirgled withthe rest of the clinbing nultitude, shivering in the cold w'ind trondering what,{:itj1ito have a bash at this tiue. Soneone even su8gested clinbing. Ful]- krttedgladiators cLinbed back and forth along the taruac displaying a rarge of equipuentalnost as wide as their gullability as co[suaers. F.Dts drea.o cane trae.A transistor squeakcdthe latest oursery rhynes to the ever adoring aru,y of faithfu1.Mter starting off on The Brothers, on coapletion of the first pitch we decid.edto join the rest of the population on Shadrach nhere the rock sas rot quite soevil and green. Hours later I nanaged to overcome ny fixation conplex nith theShadlrach plnaacle to arrive at the top a shaking, sweating, steanitg, trut,chingblob of heaving jelly - a quiverous return to l{elsh Rock after nonths dom i.trthe snoke,{ r\+