Rock Climbing (Games Option)
Rock climbing continues to be a popular activity at Glenalmond. It is available on Tuesday afternoons during the Michaelmas term and on both Tuesday and Thursday afternoons during the Trinity term.
Thanks to the activities of local climber Scott Muir, who gave a lecture to the College in December, two new local crags have been developed for ‘sport’ climbing. This involves placing fixed anchor points into the rock and cleaning away any loose rock. The venues we used most throughout the year were Bennybeg and Glen Lednock. These were used in conjunction with the traditional climbing at Dunkeld at both Polney Crag and Cave Crag. On wet weather days we visited ‘Avertical World’, the climbing wall in Dundee .
The driving force behind climbing at the College continues to be Malcolm Hepburne-Scott (see picture). This year has seen his climbing grade improve considerably and he has been very active both during term time and in the holidays. He is now leading F6b+ on bolts and E2 5c on traditional routes. He has also developed a passionate relationship with Northumberland sandstone and Peak District
gritstone.
We have also welcomed several newcomers this year. Johnathan Haylock has been the most successful climber in the IV Form and succeeded in leading F6a on bolts and comfortably seconding up to VS on traditional routes. He is closely followed by Ralph Cox, Bryn Jones, James Crozier and Harry Todhunter. In the III Form Robert Page has been similarly enthusiastic but has had to fit his climbing in around his other passion, sailing, but has still managed to cover an impressive quantity of rock over the term and is developing into a competent all round mountaineer. There has also been a lot of enthusiasm for climbing from the junior entry, with James Cumming and Richard Harwood making the most progress, but also guest appearances from Arden Rees and Mori Thompson.
In the V and VI Forms exams caused some disruption but Chris Hems managed to make most sessions and has now climbed most of the local classics. We were also pleased to welcome Jenny Levack, Kelti Petto, Alastair Pitts, Nick Paterson, Robert Anderson and Charlotte Bullen on the odd afternoon session.
The Snowholing trip - written and first published Trinity 2005
After pestering Mr Jeffers for quite some time about organizing an overnight snow hole expedition I had almost given up hope of ever going on one before I left school. Especially considering the ever more stringent rules and regulations about health and safety that seem to cocoon schools at the moment.
So as the news letter went out at the end of last term about "mountaineering" as a Tuesday afternoon activity with the opportunity to go on an overnight expedition on the 5th and 6th of February I duly signed up. Having cajoled Mr Jeffers to organize and plan a snow hole expedition none of us really knew what to expect. How cold would it be? What about the toilet? What are we going to eat and drink? Where were we going?
In the preceding weeks we were briefed on what was happening and that we were off to the Cairn Gorm Plateau.
We would be self sufficient for twenty-four hours. This may seem fairly simple but take into account the temperature, altitude, weather and isolation factor and it becomes a slightly more daunting task for all those involved, not to mention the staff that had to do this and look after a group of eight teenager's welfare.
Obviously we had a lot of equipment that seemed unnecessary at sunny Coll but could prove disastrous if inadvertently left behind. So on the morning of departure we had about five kit checks as well as packing all-important items such as paraffin cookers and Gore-Tex sleeping bag covers. All in all it was quite a jam packed morning (some would say hectic) but we all departed in the mini bus for Cairn Gorm on time and happy (the latter might be due to the fact we had been given food).
Of course as we left Coll bathed in sunshine the weather soon deteriorated and by the time we reached the much higher-up and therefore colder car park it was snowing fairly hard and visibility was reduced to 100 meters. Thankfully Mr Jeffers had a man in-situ (The long suffering and experienced Mr Patchet) who was up there already recce-ing a suitable location for our snow holes where the snow would be deep enough. So as we stood there in the car park feeling cold and contemplating the relatively long distance to be covered before dark with our massive rucksacks, time was of the essence and we did not spend time hanging around but were soon on our way.
The biggest hazard on the way up seemed to be skiers coming of the mountain who gave us weird looks as we trudged up the mountain with the hours of daylight ticking away. By three o' clock we could see the controversial shape of the "Ptarmigan Centre" and the outline of Mr Patchett who greeted us with the welcome news that there were already some pre-dug snow holes close by (which was just as well as the snow pack was frozen solid and we only had lightweight shovels). This being said it was not going to stop us from expressing our own creative touches to the snow holes, especially as the journey up had given us plenty of time to design our snow holes in our minds and the competition was on to see whose snow hole was going to be the best.
After hostile conditions of horizontal hail and freezing winds that formed an icy layer on anything exposed to them, the shelter of the corrie where the pre-dug snow holes were was welcome. The term pre-dug does not mean that there was a Barrat Homes salesman on hand to give us advice. They were only holes in snow yet to be renovated by us and so in a few minutes we had all built up a sweat. With the prospect of food as soon as the snow holes were dug it did not take long before we were cooking our army issue rations.
Only Malcolm Hepburne-Scott and Robert Page were determined enough to dig out their own snow hole (they were still digging at eight o'clock to give you an idea of how tricky it is). Everyone else was prepared to improve on the facilities that were already there and so most people were settled down for the night by eight o'clock with stomachs full of highly calorific army rations, which were wonderful. My heart went out to the only vegetarian among us who was unable to sample these delicacies (Johnathan Haylock) but whose incredible will power ensured he survived on a healthy diet of pot noodles and cuppa soups. The idea of leaving your sleeping bag for any reason to brave the cold and harsh environment is quite a daunting one especially as it was snowing outside. So for the fortunate the first experience of leaving their warm sleeping bags came with the sound of Mr Jeffers waking everyone up.
It was around this point that I realized what a harsh environment it was up on the Cairn Gorm plateau and the ability of ptarmigan and other wild life to survive in these hostile conditions became more apparent. Hopefully the new Cairn Gorm National Park will help with the preservation of these remarkable creatures' habitats. So along with a wake up call was the first reminder that all waste had to be removed as well.

Hostile terrain
It is incredible how much longer it takes to do simple procedures in the cold especially the process of clothing yourself as for packing, that is another issue completely. Breakfast was another calorific concoction designed to help us face the daunting conditions awaiting us outside the mouth of our snow hole and so two hours later most of us were all set to go and check the holes for litter. Obviously the ordeal of digging your own snow hole had taken its toll and we had to wait an extra twenty minutes for Robert Page and Malcolm Hepburne-Scott to join the living and then we were off.
The plan was to go to the Ptarmigan centre and use the toilets, leave our rucksacks there and then proceed the short distance to the summit of Cairn Gorm. Sadly some of us could not resist the temptation of fast food available and further stocked up for the impending journey.
All warm and happy we set off for the summit at some pace due mainly to the fact that our massive rucksacks were not slowing us down quite so much, having been partially emptied. Before we knew it we were at the summit with very little visibility. So we didn't hang around and were soon headed down a treacherous slope with hidden boulders and rucksacks ready to help you fall over at the first opportunity.
Before long we were almost back at the mini bus and in true Munro club tradition we began begging for fish and chips but the staff all managed to resist our powers of persuasion and we slept soundly on the journey home.
A big thank you to all the staff involved Mr Jeffers, Dr Brooks, Mr Bain, Mr Patchett and Miss Clifford for an experience none of us will ever forget
Robert Anderson. |