Thanks to @climbdg5 for permission to post his magnificent shot.
David commented that 31 years ago he was here in Norway with the @QMGSCCF on adventurous training, and 31 years later he was back to guide young people through the same views.
Here’s the August 1988 Adventurous Training Expedition team photograph which captures the spirit of adventure that Kurt Hahn inspired and features Wing Commander Dickson and Lt. Colonel Law
Another great tale from Mac Tonks
“We were on the three camp sites CCF trek, and arrived at our first destination without problem. We made camp, walked a couple of miles to the nearest village and had a drink in the pub…. great! We returned to camp as night fell and then into our tents and sleeping bags.
It was freezing, and we had to light our gas stove (no health & safety in those days) to keep warm; next morning we were up like larks but the stream that ran through our camp had, in places, frozen over.
We ate our breakfast rations and had a brew. Mr Do-it-by-the-Book decided he needed the toilet (there’s always one) whilst the rest chose to use proper toilets or wait till we returned to Farchynys. Off he went, entrenching tool over his shoulder and toilet paper in hand, looking a lot like one of Snow White’s helpers.
There, in the corner of the field by a dry stone wall he dug his toilet and proceeded to use the same, when suddenly the farmer, who had decided to visit us, popped his head over the wall, Bore da, he called to the squatting individual.
The farmer continued up to our party and asked if we were okay and then continued on his way. Our colleague returned and told us what had occurred: ‘The farmer said something to me in Welsh, but I do not know what it means – it was Bore da.’
‘Ah that’s easy, Bare a**ed’ we said.
I do not know how many Welsh Good Mornings he had before he realised what Bore da actually meant.
The following day whilst moving on to the next camp, we were walking alongside a large forest when our leader, a great map reader, discovered a track running through the forest which would save us time if we followed it. Into the forest we went: a dark foreboding place, the only light that fell was on the track we walked.
Around about two miles in, we spotted smoke and as it grew nearer we realised in was from a cabin that looked like something a frontiers-man had built. A closer inspection revealed that it was -of all things- a café. Inside, we all duly went and a middle-aged lady took our order for four breakfasts and four mugs of tea.
Each breakfast was served by a different young lady – all of whom were charming and we spent over a couple of hours chatting to the lady and her four daughters. The food was great, the company good but do you know that no other group ever found that place or even we on subsequent visits. Even the locals who we asked hadn’t a clue what we were talking about.
Did we imagine it?”
Mac Tonks QM 1962-67
“I guess I must have been one of the first boys to visit Farchynys.
Certainly, I remember well the first Arduous Training camp…. Do they still do that?
I think it was 25 miles a day with full pack and sleeping out. In any event, it was a tough one, with bad weather, and we eventually returned to the Coach House quite late. A few of us including Ian Stockley (aka Sox) and I, and possibly one other, decided to go to the pub in Bontddu or possibly hitch to Dolgellau.
In any event, we got back seriously late, to be met by Mr Burgess who instructed us to remain outside, eventually throwing down the keys to the minibus complete with its wooden slats and no sign of blankets. A fitful night followed, broken only by Sox falling asleep over the steering wheel and setting the horn off. Morning arrived, eventually, and we were allowed into the Coach House to feed and prepare for the 14-mile run.
I think it was there that I realised I could run a bit, as after all that, I believe I actually came third!”
Andrew Lees QM 1962-69
Editor’s Note: Ian Stockley led a highly characterful life after QM and died in 2018.
“I was at QMGS from 1973 to 1980, and I was fortunate enough to get my name down for a number of trips to Farchynys, especially, when as a sixth former, I went as a helper taking first-year pupils for their first visit to the Coach House.
One particular memory was the MOG bed.
Some years before, an unknown pupil had painted the word ‘MOG’ in luminous paint on the wall by one of the upper bunks in the dorm. Even after painting over it, the word could still be seen as soon as the lights were turned out. When first-year pupils were taking their inaugural trip, we would talk on the minibus and assure them that they would be okay staying away from home…. unless they were the unfortunate one to get the MOG bed. What or who was MOG nobody knew, but the mention of it instilled fear in them. Until lights out on the first night of a trip, no one knew who was sleeping in the MOG bed, but as soon as the word became visible, the unfortunate was identified, and immediately he would be on the receiving end of a salvo of pillows.
There was another time when, after lights out, we made a collection of discarded cans by sending pupils down the fire-escape with torches to find cans which had been thrown out by pupils on previous visits. It was all done quietly, and I recall we soon had a collection of over sixty, which on returning to the dorm, we stacked on one of the dorm beams. Amazingly, we completed this task without alerting any masters until eventually, after hearing loud laughter and applause, Mr Yates came into the dorm to see what the noise was about. He walked down the dorm and stood beneath the beam looking up at the cans when one bright spark threw a pillow and hit the stack smack in the centre, bringing down a rain of cans upon him. Mr Yates wasn’t best pleased, but it served him right for catching a huge spider earlier that evening and putting it under the kids’ noses to scare them.”
Scout and Pokémon Professor
(With thanks to TJS for this lovely shot)
In 1963, Phil Bull volunteered several of us to attend Farchynys to assist at the first Parents’ Open Day. The drive was, as usual, uneventful with the obligatory stop at the tea rooms in Welshpool – always worth a trip on its own.
On arrival, guess what, we had heavy rain, just like we did on all subsequent visits, here was coined the legendary phrase “Is it raining at Farchynys? – Yes, it farchyn ys.”.
We bedded down for the night, eagerly looking forward to the next morning, awoke early to a good breakfast and a tidy-up, to await the arrival of the parents.
I was assigned car park duties in the field at the front of the house, which the heavy rain had turned into a bog.
Parents with cars were slipping and getting stuck in the quagmire, and I was getting soaking wet pushing cars in the chaos: I wished I was back in Walsall.
Apart from this, the day went well and was followed by many subsequent visits, including CCF long weekends camping in local farm fields.
I also remember the delights of the café hidden in the forest that was run by a mother and her four daughters; the night of the horrendous gale when one section got lost in the wilds, and two others had to spend a night in a barn; and the round-the-estuary race for cadets, when I posted a record time.
Happy days indeed!
Mac Tonks QM 1962-67
Chris, an Oxford friend who helped me with some research on outdoor education for the book shared these photographs of his trip and this note:
“Prompted by your work on your book last year we made our first camper trip of the season to Snowdonia this week. Although, we thought it spring, on the Mawddach, the season was still Winter. Here are some photos of us and friends en route, we actually completed the circuit of Cadair Idris Cwm which was a first for us”