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Um, yeah.
We began coding python again, then took the dog for a walk, then coded some more, then got a phone call from Chris asking if we'd like to go up a mountain with his family. We agreed, and so the Great Car-breaking-down-and-getting-lost Adventure began!
We took two cars, and the one we were in had the engine temperature warning light on all the way, but the garage had said it was a broken sensor so we weren't that worried. We then took a very wrong turning and drove down this farm track, past a gate and some very suprised-looking cattle, until it became the drive to the farmhouse and we realised this was indeed not the way (which Neil had tried to tell ppl earlier). There was two bulls (or cows with horns) and one little baby cow/bull/whatever in the field we turned around in; we almost reversed into one of the bulls (Chris was driving). Then when we were trying to get back onto the road, the car stalled and refused to start. Eventually Neil and Chris got out and Chris's dad got in and got it to start, and we drove the rest of the way with the engine 'pinking' (making lots of odd clicking noises) and this smell of burning metal.
When we got to the top carpark which we were going to be walking to, we all piled into one car-the larger one which hadn't been breaking (there were six of us). We drove down to where the walk started, and set off.
Fairly swiftly, we took our first wrong turning, and began wading across this nasty bog. Eventually we got to a place where Chris's dad remembered went down to the third carpark where we didn't have either car, so turned back. Then we went down this little track through a forest, and through this avenue of trees that kept catching in my hair, so I walked on the dry bracken instead for a bit. Then we heard a waterfall (there were meant to be four on the walk) and headed that way, along a track with precipitous edges which gradually became steeper and steeper itself. Eventually it rounded out to this little headlandtypething, and plunged downwards in all directions from there. We turned around and went back. By the time we got back to the top I felt like I was about to faint, but I recovered quickly when we stopped to rest.
Eventually we found the correct path, and as this was about 2pm and we'd started walking before noon, we had lunch on this big rock. We were *meant* to be back by 3pm or so to make a chocolate cake for going to the Dexters' that night, but given it was a 3-4hour walk and we'd only just found the start, this was going to be, uh, challenging. (for challenging read impossible, although Chris's definition is apparently 'fun' - he thought we should reverse all the way up that farm track because it'd be more fun.) Chris's family were most impressed at how prepared we were in terms of food.
The rest of the walk was fairly uneventful, if you can call walking under a massive waterfall on a narrow ledge of rock, scrambling up a rockface that was definately less than 45 degrees from vertical, and the enormous set of uneven massive wooden-structured steps that marked me getting completely worn out for the second time, uneventful. My trousers and trainers were just sliightly ruined after all that.
Then we all had to pile into the other car (the smaller one, which was broken) to get back to the other car. Chris's dad opened the bonnet to see what was wrong, and spotted that there was no water in the radiator at all and this was bad. So he poured some of their drinking water into the radiator, and somehow the poor dead car got us all back to the other one. To give it a break, just Diane (Chris's mother) drove it after that, but it still started sounding like it was about to die horribly again, so we took it into a garage and left Chris's dad there with it. Chris was meant to be giving people lifts, and as we were going to be late back as well we phoned around the people affected, and Michael agreed to take them instead.
We began coding python again, then took the dog for a walk, then coded some more, then got a phone call from Chris asking if we'd like to go up a mountain with his family. We agreed, and so the Great Car-breaking-down-and-getting-lost Adventure began!
We took two cars, and the one we were in had the engine temperature warning light on all the way, but the garage had said it was a broken sensor so we weren't that worried. We then took a very wrong turning and drove down this farm track, past a gate and some very suprised-looking cattle, until it became the drive to the farmhouse and we realised this was indeed not the way (which Neil had tried to tell ppl earlier). There was two bulls (or cows with horns) and one little baby cow/bull/whatever in the field we turned around in; we almost reversed into one of the bulls (Chris was driving). Then when we were trying to get back onto the road, the car stalled and refused to start. Eventually Neil and Chris got out and Chris's dad got in and got it to start, and we drove the rest of the way with the engine 'pinking' (making lots of odd clicking noises) and this smell of burning metal.
When we got to the top carpark which we were going to be walking to, we all piled into one car-the larger one which hadn't been breaking (there were six of us). We drove down to where the walk started, and set off.
Fairly swiftly, we took our first wrong turning, and began wading across this nasty bog. Eventually we got to a place where Chris's dad remembered went down to the third carpark where we didn't have either car, so turned back. Then we went down this little track through a forest, and through this avenue of trees that kept catching in my hair, so I walked on the dry bracken instead for a bit. Then we heard a waterfall (there were meant to be four on the walk) and headed that way, along a track with precipitous edges which gradually became steeper and steeper itself. Eventually it rounded out to this little headlandtypething, and plunged downwards in all directions from there. We turned around and went back. By the time we got back to the top I felt like I was about to faint, but I recovered quickly when we stopped to rest.
Eventually we found the correct path, and as this was about 2pm and we'd started walking before noon, we had lunch on this big rock. We were *meant* to be back by 3pm or so to make a chocolate cake for going to the Dexters' that night, but given it was a 3-4hour walk and we'd only just found the start, this was going to be, uh, challenging. (for challenging read impossible, although Chris's definition is apparently 'fun' - he thought we should reverse all the way up that farm track because it'd be more fun.) Chris's family were most impressed at how prepared we were in terms of food.
The rest of the walk was fairly uneventful, if you can call walking under a massive waterfall on a narrow ledge of rock, scrambling up a rockface that was definately less than 45 degrees from vertical, and the enormous set of uneven massive wooden-structured steps that marked me getting completely worn out for the second time, uneventful. My trousers and trainers were just sliightly ruined after all that.
Then we all had to pile into the other car (the smaller one, which was broken) to get back to the other car. Chris's dad opened the bonnet to see what was wrong, and spotted that there was no water in the radiator at all and this was bad. So he poured some of their drinking water into the radiator, and somehow the poor dead car got us all back to the other one. To give it a break, just Diane (Chris's mother) drove it after that, but it still started sounding like it was about to die horribly again, so we took it into a garage and left Chris's dad there with it. Chris was meant to be giving people lifts, and as we were going to be late back as well we phoned around the people affected, and Michael agreed to take them instead.
