Discussion in 'Hiking Chat' started by PhilHo, Dec 9, 2020.
Front row James Brown 1987. My first gig.
Downhill ever since, in more ways than one.
My first gig was The Damned in about 1987. We met them all in a chip shop beforehand! They were very nice to us.
The Wurzels, in the Great Barn at Buckland Abbey. Scrumpy and pig in a bun.
<singing> I drove moy trackter through yer 'aystack last night... Ooo arrr Ooo arrr...
Well there was a night in the Panafrric hotel in Nairobi after six months in the Bush, that was pretty wild but maybe I shouldn't say anymore about that.
Cowboy camping in the Atacama desert watching the milkyway. Somehow we could see both the Southern Cross and the Great Bear, which we didn't think should have been possible.
A bivi on the Marmolada sitting on a ledge with our feet dangling over two thousand feet of nothing.
Spending midsummers night illegally biving on the beach on Steepholm Island in the Bristol Channel.
There are loads more but these stand out.
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