1969 group mark their 50th!

Enjoyment and sorrow remembered


The surviving members of the 1969 expedition met on 30th May, 2019 for a reunion dinner. In the photo above they are in approximately the same positions as in the group photo of 1969. Missing is Wilf Tauber, who died in a climbing accident in 1972. He was an outstanding expedition member, a strong and contagiously enthusiastic climber, and his early death brought great sorrow to us all.

Back row: Dave Kirkland, Andrew Stevenson, Joe McDowall, John Shade, Neil Ross, Phil Gribbon, Keith Avery. Front row: Wilf Tauber, Mike Heller, Bill Band

A most enjoyable day began on the lower slopes of Bennachie, where a ranger gave us a potted history of the area, and then took us all on a tour of some early 19th century dwellings, long abandoned in ruins. Led by Joe, eight of us, including three spouses, nipped up to the main summit to finish the outing

In the evening, a fine dinner was followed by a slide show that vividly brought back memories of adventures from half a century ago. More drinks and chat followed chez Joe and Maeve (who together organised the whole event extremely well, following through on Joe’s idea of holding it in the first place).

All in all, a most memorable occasion. Some had not met in 50 years or close to it. Most had not seen all of the slides that were shown. And despite the sadness of not having had Wilf with us all these years, he featured in the slides and was part of our refreshed recollections of good times and grand adventures. Thanks again to Phil, who made it all possible, and led it so well. It is wonderful for us to have it in our memories.


More details of the expedition at https://www.greenlandexpedition.org/standrews1969.htm

How old?

A more recent event to reflect on here. Last month saw a reunion that included many members of the various Greenland expeditions led by Phil Gribbon. Phil was celebrating his 90th birthday – or so he says! Always evasive when asked his age and at times going to some length to avoid others gaining sight of either his passport or driving licence details that might provide the necessary evidence, why should we believe him now? Continue reading “How old?”

An impression made an impression

There was a distinct herring-bone arrangement of drainage ditches next to the south end of the Qingua Dalen river, not apparent as we walked through it, but visible from the mountains nearby.   We did not speak of it much at the time, but it comes to mind as I think back to our days there.  I sometimes regret not having taken a photograph.

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Qinguadalen – a poem

Grey glacier water,
Sharp red spires,
Ice towers falling,
Tranquil distant snow,
Thick birch scrub
And stinging flies.
Crackling tang of fire
And dancing green auroras
In black northern skies.
So deep, so far it was
Up that sleeping valley:
We shall not find that camp again.

P.Biggar September 1971

Qinguadalen had an impact on all who traversed the birch-scrubbed-fly-ridden valley floor. For some of us it was a memorable single trek to deliver in-advance supplies for those who would inhabit the camp at the head of the valley. For others, it was multiple trips. In the case of Peter and Richard three return journeys. Peter was so affected he wrote a poem.

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Then and Now – Narsarsuaq

In 1971 Narsarsuaq felt remote and abandoned – a mysterious airstrip with empty control tower and massive, gaunt, deserted hangars complete with stories of World War II pilots long gone crazy at Blue West 1. We dropped out of the sky right on schedule, in our deluxe Icelandair jet from Iceland. And then our adventure began. We each had a pack with personal items, but the bulk of our food and tents were still on a ship off the Greenland coast (stuck in the pack ice on their long voyage from Scotland via Denmark, as we would later learn). But there was another ship, the MV Taterak – albeit very small and very, very full of people – that would take us down the fjord to overnight at Julianehaab (now Qaqortoq) and then eventually wend its tortuous way through the ice clogged fjords to Nanortalik in the deep south. Continue reading “Then and Now – Narsarsuaq”

Tourism challenges in Greenland and northern Scotland

Greenland tourism seems to have taken off. Would I want to go now? I don’t think so. We had the best of it in 1971 and I wouldn’t want to dilute the wonderful memories.

I’m not sure that I don’t feel a bit of the same about Scotland. I liked the fact that in the 1970’s, if you chose carefully, it was rare to encounter others while out for the day or longer. This is no longer the case with at times, flocks of hill-walkers traversing the country and areas such as Skye being declared ‘full’.

For northern Scotland, road improvements to the south have come at a price. Continue reading “Tourism challenges in Greenland and northern Scotland”

Idle thoughts..

Cape Farewell in ’71 and Since and Still to Come

Reflecting on memories of Greenland…. I started from the commonplace notion that Greenland in general and maybe Cape Farewell in particular would develop in popularity somewhat like the French and Swiss alps in the 19th and 20th centuries. Camps that were for us hard-won would be reached by easy paths leading to cabins with bunks, running water, and meals provided. Bare mountains, vaguely mapped and bereft of ‘instructions’ would have guidebooks with diagrams, graded routes, and pictures of rock faces streaked with coloured or dashed or dotted lines. Choppers and fast launches to handy helipads or jetties would get the punters in at sea level for long weekends or maybe even daytrips. Continue reading “Idle thoughts..”