I found this lovely old book which was originally created for the 'weekend' mountaineer. It contains lots of useful information on what to pack in your rucksack, what songs to sing and how to tackle certain situations on a climb. It also includes exquisite illustrations from Thomas Beck. I have arranged some here to tell a story, which I have written.
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| Mortimer had an ale or three one evening at 5 Trafalgar Square... |
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| ...after losing a vast amount of money while playing cards... |
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| ...and before becoming convinced the barometer was smiling at him. |
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| He drifted off... |
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| ...and dreamed... |
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| ...of past mountain adventures... |
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| Such as the time he set out to climb a mountain... |
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| ...but miscalculated how long it would take... |
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| ...and exactly how to get there... |
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| ...on more than one occasion... |
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| ...and with more than one lady in tow. |
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| Or the time he forgot his umbrella at the summit... |
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| ...and his sandwiches... |
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| ...and his handkerchief. |
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| Or the time when the wildlife looked threatening... |
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| ...his sign failed to defend his climbing group... |
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| ...as well as the hut around the corner... |
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| ...where his friends slept... |
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| ...due to an unfortunate misunderstanding about mountain food preparation. |
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| He dreamed about the mountain flora... |
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| ...and fauna... |
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| ...which he now observed from the train... |
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| ...or in his much-loved books... |
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| ...in his new, safer hobby - armchair mountaineering. |
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| The End. |
