Date: 01 April 1998 13:10
Subject: Mill Cottage
Brian mentioned a bunkhouse weekend in Feshie,
You could fill it up and help An Teallach MC,
Five of us agreed and went off all keen,
That made twenty two with bunks for just fourteen.
Mill cottage, two tents and we all got to fit in,
but no-one told Derek where it was hidden,
Down by the river, through the forest of pine,
rest assured he found it in time to drink the wine.
Elaine's new boots really do look trendy,
but she's not used to wearing things not bendy,
Everyone knows the first nip should lead to plasters
but the poor girl waited til her heels were disaster
A long drag to misty tops and no hoped for snows,
Not even a plateau view but two more munros,
Glen Einich's a downward view, its well incised,
We'll come back to climb Braeriach when its more iced.
After a meal I'm glad we're camping,
Cos our companions surely know how to sing,
Sunday we hare up a corbett to rome,
Elaine has taken her sore feet home.
01/04/98
