Scavvy # 10
Jan 18th 2014.
Bhí sé fliuch. Or for the non Gaeilgoirs amongst us, (many had travelled from afar, Slovakia, Poland, Wales, Scotlandish, England, Cork, Kerry, Dublin, Kildare, Middle Earth) Vee Shay Fluck, It Was Wet/Rainy. All day, with variations and degrees of fluichness. The view was fliuch too. Heavy cloud sunk low over rising mist and layers of fog. There were apparitions of mountains, it is said, but given I thought I saw Moses parting water for a flock, (yes, a fliuch flock), when I had thought all was lost, anything was possible. Having a foot un-accommodated to walking on water, I took to driving the High Mournes Loop Drive while the miraculous ascended. It must be a fabulous drive as it is well sign posted. I may even have completed it twice.
I did get to read the manifest for this Scavvy prior to its departure and it was impressive on many levels but none so much as the 15min interval allotted for taking in nutrition. 15mins, total. And that was a reprieve given by thankfully someone who eats. So no carrot and stick mentality here. A Scavvy presents oneself committed. I mean that in the sweetest sense. To tell the most truth, the ones I felt sorry for were the ones who missed the thing. As Conor74 put it there is something to be said about the mountains when wrapped in mists and mystique, not to mention the wrap itself later in Newcastle. I imagine it’s a bit like the return from war. The idea of communal suffering, endurance and survival, tending to solidarity, or boasting rights, who had the most wet in the most. Stuff of classics really. Wives and fiancées waiting for the return of their men.
Onzy has posted a very sensible account of the B track route, kindly led by Cra. Muzag took the A Battalion, and Jackill the C, for which Scotchie and I would like to thank all three leaders for their time, generosity and great good humour. So nice to meet up again and to be given the opportunity to meet the newcomers, who delighted at every turn. There is no small effort made in organizing these cohesive Scavvy events, it seems the entire night previous is devoted to tidying up months of preparatory work and we must be grateful that there are still that ilk amongst us given the selfie world has grown so invasive. The troops turned out very well, full kits, impeccably presented, and on return, sodden and proven both. New boots were baptized. Old boots withstood. The dyed in the wool, softening in their complexions.