Torremolinos by storm, and then moving north to Madrid, where we visited a spectacular bull-fight in the main ring. The final crossing from Santander to Plymouth was pleasantly calm, and after stopping for fish and chips near Plymouth, we arrived safely in York at around 7 p.m. (Wednesday, 18th April). There was a marked absence of deck-chairs on returning, and there was some speculation as to whether they had failed to stand up to the wear and tear of the expedition or whether we had all simply eaten too much. If this is any indication, Mr. Daniel was one of the first to fall through his chair! Finally it only remains to be said that we are all very grateful to have had the opportunity of going on this expedition and thank Mr. Daniel and Mr. Bulcock very greatly for giving us such a marvellous time; many thanks also to all who were connected in any way with the expedition, including our parents for enabling us to go. G.C.
THE FAROE/ICELAND EXPEDITION, 1979 The expedition party, led by Mr. Daniel and Mr. Hughes, consisted of: John Abbott, Kevin Clarkson, Lawrence Bleasdale, John McGrath, Paul Aagaard, Bill Barnish, Paul Greenwood, Tim Raylor, Geoff Townsend, Paul McCarter, Robert Bowles, Rod Craig, Phil Johnson and Steve Buckle. All assembled promptly on the morning of Sunday, 15th July, and having packed the trailer the night before, the journey was soon under way shortly after 7.3o a.m. After leaving York in brilliant sunshine, the weather steadily deteriorated, until with 490 miles behind us, we pitched camp in a light drizzle. The following day was again typical of the Scottish Highlands and we quickly moved on to Thurso to do some boat shopping before going to meet the vessel itself at Scrabster, on the north Scottish coast. At 4.00 p.m. we boarded the `SmyriP and were soon bound for the Faroe Islands. The crossing itself was choppy and most of the party felt queasy, and so it was with great relief that we emerged in Torshaun, the capital of these Danish-owned islands, in the early hours of Tuesday morning. The weather, however, was unkind, though typically Faroese, as it relentlessly poured with rain. Nonetheless, the rain did not totally hide the unique scenery of Faroe — in particular that of the lush green hills, the fast flowing streams, and the tidy houses with grass roofing. And so amidst the rain we became acquainted with the Faroes, touring all around the main island, Streymoy, and venturing farther on to the neighbouring island, Eysturoy. That evening the weather brightened and we were able to pitch camp near to the road in Skalafjordur. The site soon became a focal point for passing cars and all gave a friendly smile and wave to the party. One local even sold us some cod, which Kevin Clarkson, along with various able assistants, nobly and skilfully prepared and filleted. The rain returned that night, along with some Faroese bullocks which had earlier been driven away from the area. However, this time the attack was unnoticed and a tent was savagely hoofed, from which a rather dismayed and by that time soggy Geoff Townsend and Tim Raylor bailed out and made quickly for the minibus. 59
