It’s but a short hop up to Callater Lodge from Braemar but it always seems to take a little longer after a Saturday night in the Fife Arms, and a hurty knee.
IAN COTTERILL, MICK (CROYDON), JOHN DINGWALL, ENROUTE TO CALLATER
It was wonderful to see Mr Dingwall – who had had a very nasty health-scare earlier in the year – fit enough to carry his clobber up to the lodge. It would take more than a blooming heart attack to keep him away.
ME, ENROUTE TO CALLATER LODGE [PIC C/O PHIL]
These days, Callater Lodge (also known as Stan and Bill’s) is manned heroically by Bill, Mick and a few trusted friends. Their hospitality is legendary, with warm fires, gas lighting and friendship.
VICKY & TOBY THE FIRST
BILL, THE MUSIC MAN
I was fortunate in bagging a bed upstairs, so all I had to do was stumble upstairs to bed at God-knows-what-time-in-the-morning. I slept like a log, until… Well, just play the video. There are no pictures.
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It would have just been wrong to bludgeon the blighter to death with heavy hiking boots or to spear him with sharpened walking poles, as I had spent all evening enjoying his hospitality. Ho hum.