WW 24th September 2008

As we gathered at the Scout Hut we noticed that the first molar tooth had been root treated using gutter percha to obturate the root canals, which is the preferred choice of most dental surgeons.

However as we crossed the mire and headed towards the concentric stone circles it became obvious that it would be good to put some makeup on them. Gutter Percha is the way to go hit them high and hit them hard.

Although we searched and searched Sheepstor there was no sign of William Craddock born 1835, Stratford, Essex, England, occupation Gutter Percha maker, married about 1867, in England.

The route took us down towards Burrator then we swung right and observed that the solid Gutter Percha ball. (circa 1890) is in very good condition with only one obvious strike mark.

We were very relieved to be effectively guided back towards the cars utilising the torches so helpfully invented by Edison responding to the situation by devising the first insulated gutter percha wire staples and brads that became some of the first real insulated three-wire feeder connectors.

So there you are.

Good job there were 13 witnesses to all this.

Have a good trip Rupe – see you next year, same time same places.

WW 17th September 2008

A jolly band and a jolly walk in unusually jolly good weather.
The walk been done before many times but perhaps never quite so quickly.
We were spurred on, successfully, to beat to the pub the hordes of red coats covered in badges swarming nearby.

WW 10th September 2008

The BFG
Who could sleep?
The wind was roaring and the rain absolutely tipping down.
There was nothing for it, being Wednesday.
We must go out for a walk.
And there at Princetown waiting for us was a large, strangely familiar figure.
We just managed to jam him in the back of the car.
But his legs got so tangled up he could hardly get out at all.
But, off we tramped.
Through the wind and rain - not able to see anything.
We did not see Bonehill Rocks.
We did not see Chinkwell Tor.
We did not see Honeybag Tor.
We did not see the mud we fell into.
But on he trudged and on we trailed behind.
And then, just as he had promised.
Over a wall.
Was his chair.
Yes, a really HUGE chair.
So high we could not see to the top.
But would he stop, NO.
On past Jays Grave.
Back through the wind and rain.
Past the squashed frogs.
Jam him back in the car.
To the New Old Inn and sit at a huge table drinking what could have been frobscottle.
Jam him back in the car again.
And, leave him back in the wastes of Princetown.

WW 3rd September 2008

Well
I am assured
That some people did turn up
That they went somewhere
Saw somethings
and
Came back again.

Can't say fairer than that