YRC JOURNAL THE YORKSHIRE RAMBLERS CLUB MOUNTAINEERING & CAVING ETC. Series 13 - issue 1 Summer 2006 Articles Monte Rosa..............................4 Wilfred Anderson The Pollyps ...........................10 George Spenceley Madagascar..........................13 John & Valerie Middleton Life in the fast lane.........26 Roy Denney Himalayan War................. 28 Peter & Lisa Green Humble Hawthorn..........31 Roy Denney Stamp of approval..........32 Alan Linford Japan...........................................33 Richard Gowing Woody Woodpecker....34 John Middleton Introduction to YRC.......35 Don Mackay 50 years on............................37 Cliff Large Austria.........................................38 Alister Renton Ladakh................................................40 GRAHAM SALMON, SEALEY’S FAULT CHAMBER NEWBY MOSS CAVE The Yorkshire Ramblers Club Established 1892 The mountaineering and caving club Club Member of The British Mountaineering Council The Club aims; to organise caving, mountaineering, walking and skiing excursions and expeditions, to encourage the exploration of caves, potholes and more remote parts of the world, and to gather and promote knowledge of natural history, archaeology, folklore and kindred subjects LOW HALL GARTH CLUB COTTAGE LITTLE LANGDALE CUMBRIA LOWSTERN CLUB COTTAGE CLAPHAM NORTH YORKSHIRE YRC JOURNAL SERIES 13 EDITION 1 - SUMMER 2006 CONTENTS 4 Circuit of Monte Rosa Wilfred Anderson 10 The Pollyps George Spenceley 13 Madagascar John and Valerie Middleton 26 Life in the fast lane Roy Denney 28 A Himalayan War Peter & Lisa Green 29 North York Moors 30 Book reviews 31 Humble Hawthorn Roy Denney 32 Stamp of Approval Alan Linford 33 Recollections of Japan Richard Gowing 34 Woody Woodpecker John Middleton 35 My introduction to the YRC Don Mackay 37 Fifty years on Cliff Large 38 Austria - Skiing Alister Renton 39 Exploration Group Mick Borroff 40 Ladakh 55 Chippings 61 Natural History Snippets 63 Meets report Supplement - China Caves Issued with this edition is a report on the work of club members on two expeditions to caves in Tian’e and Fenshan, in Guangxi province, China YRC journal Page 3 TALES OF YESTERYEAR In 1954 I was a member of a group of 3 climbers who climbed from Zermatt in the Pennine Alps. THE ALPS IN 1956 David Smith was a member of that group and A CIRCUIT OF MONTE ROSA subsequently joined the YRC in 1955 (I first joined in 1953) Another account by In 1954 we climbed the Dufourspitze summit of Wilfred (Andy) Anderson Monte Rosa. WA The photograph on the right shows David on Dufourspitze looking southwards over snow covered peaks on the Italian side of the mountain (which borders Switzerland) In 1956 I was again in Switzerland with a party of five YRC members but based on Saas Fee SAAS FEE On this occasion three of the party completed a circuit of the Monte Rosa group, an account of which follows. If it takes two climbers two days to cross one pass and return the same way how long does it take three climbers to cross seven passes? From Saas Fee a pleasant walk of three hours on a The question arose when a group of five YRC gently graded path brought us to an extensive flat climbers split into two groups in order to cross area in the upper reaches of the valley. This passes linking Italy with Switzerland. The five of us appeared to have been at some time a lake formed found ourselves in Magugnaga at the base of the behind a terminal moraine which had subsequently south face of Monte Rosa having the previous day been breached. Night was falling as we reached crossed over to Italy via the Monte Moro pass. this spot and lights were winking eerily on the moraine to our right. Two workmen approached and From our base in Saas Fee we had penetrated the passed us. We concluded that work was in hand upper reaches of the Saas Tal and, in view of the to repair the moraine dam and re-flood the valley, unsatisfactory high altitude weather and that probably as part of a hydro-electric project. forecast for the next few days, there seemed sufficient reason to cross over to the sunny side of A few minutes later we approached a large ruinous the Alps by way of the Monte Moro pass. building which presumably was, or had been the YRC journal Page 4 Mattmark Inn. Not a window was intact, crates We retired to our mattresses, sheltered from the and bottles littered the surrounds, paint was cool mists now floating eerily over the lake bed, by peeling from the woodwork. This was to have been a few broken window panes and a half closed door. our night's resting place and we were about to push Candles stuck in beer bottle necks completed the on hoping that the hut shown on the map as 'Distel' furnishings and we were grateful for the clean would offer shelter. On rounding the corner of the blankets which our host provided. building a portly gentleman of Italian appearance materialised in the doorway and engaged us in I slept well though Wally almost disappeared conversation in English! through a hole under his mattress during the night. I think our fears were prompted largely by our It always surprised me when local people imaginations as the cold light of dawn brought a recognised our nationality before we spoke and more normal perspective. The 'hotel' seemed to be addressed us as far as possible in our native tongue. used as a billet for the workmen on the dam and was The reason became more obvious when one day I no doubt destined to be submerged. Our host was chanced to meet one of our party in a village street. most helpful and solicitous and, since the bill was His appearance in a dirty pair of ex-army in keeping with the standard of the accommodation, camouflage trousers with a ragged anorak type of we felt well pleased and set out for the Monte Moro upper garment and down at heel boots was, to say pass into Italy. Two hours later at seven thirty, we the least, arresting. No one but a self assured topped the pass on softening snow into bright Englishman would dare to inflict such an eyesore on sunshine. the public of a friendly nation. A half grown beard sprouting from a sun-scarred face did little to The weather had improved and a level bank of cloud soften the impression. Yet we found that the filled the Saas valley, beyond which the peaks of Italians endured it with remarkable volubility, in the Oberland revealed themselves with remarkable the midst of which we stood impressive and clarity in the still morning air. The Bietschorn was unperturbed! most prominent and in line with the Saas Tal. Nearer peaks surrounded us on all sides and we Our friend the innkeeper, for this he claimed to be, paused for a prolonged second breakfast and apologised for the condition of his hotel but photography. assured us that he could provide accommodation, and since it was now too late to cross the pass, and We descended into Italy in hot sunshine without the Distel hut being closed, we had no alternative challenge from the deserted frontier post near the but to accept his offer. summit of the pass. The whole 11,000 foot south face of Monte Rosa was breathtaking in its immensity as wisps of cloud floated up its icy couloirs. Vegetation on this side of the Alps is more luxuriant and the tree line higher. As we descended the heat increased, lizards were numerous on the path and a desire to immerse overheated bodies in cool sparkling water became insistent. The toy like village of Macugnaga appeared below and came rapidly nearer as we descended the steep zig-zags of the path. Soon we met civilisation in the form of holidaymakers THE DISTEL HUT - 2 miles below the Monte Moro climbing to the local viewpoint and its inevitable restaurant. We were proposing a drink at the latter We ate in a gloomy room, in the centre of which a when we realised that we had no Italian currency. square table was surrounded by four uncouth This thought precipitated our descent into the looking Italians drinking profusely from bottles village where such amenities could be enjoyed. In without the intermediary stage of a glass. The my case these included a shave, a haircut and a atmosphere seemed fraught with unpleasant bathe. possibilities; indeed the whole setting had a 'wages of fear' suggestion! YRC journal Page 5 We all shared in the ample and excellent food and cloud and Monte Rosa might not have been there at wine. all for all we could see of it. A sighting of the Refugio Sella confirmed our decision not to have Our arrival, or was it our appearance, was noted by risked a bivouac in its vicinity! Our walk up the long the police who hounded us for our passports which valley to the Turlo Pass was most delightful, with we refused to surrender until we had eaten. intriguing backward glances through breaks in the However, to mollify the policeman standing politely clouds. in the lounge of our chosen hotel whilst we were sampling the delights of its dining room, we Signs of the Mussolini regime were evident in a entrusted our passports to his care at the request ruined barracks low in the valley and the mule track of our charming hostess. They were later returned climbing steeply over the pass at its head. The unstamped so that a similar procedure had to be track, both on this side and on the Val Sesia side observed at our subsequent resting places in Italy. had obviously been repaired and modified for military use.