Tramping

Tauherenikau Hut is not very far from the road: this, perhaps, explains the great number who turned out on the club's weekend trip to the Chateau.

There wasn't very much to do except sleep, eat, swim and sunbathe, and everybody did a great deal of each. Under the capable stewardship of Mr. Bradshaw and Marie Collin, a number of excellent meals were prepared, ranging from Cheerio stew to fried eel. The swimming pool near Smith's Creek was well patronised; Messrs. Meek and Braybrooke will be eternally grateful for the broad-mindedness of Miss Hodge.

Songs in a lorry are always exhilarating; the selection on this trip, although no less hearty than those of previous expeditions, seemed somehow to lack strength, due, no doubt, to the absence of older members whose lusty bawls, while far from musical, lend power to the club songs. Indeed, It was a great pity that more of the older members of the club were not present at the Chateau on Saturday for the new members, while not failng in tramping ability and enthusiasm, lacked the ability to "mix." However, this rugged Individualism will no doubt soon wear off and with the return of the older members from their summer hibernation (if there be such a term), club trips should regain their old atmosphere.

Anyway, a good time was had by all (as always) and the enthusiasm shown in all activites—even including actual tramping—augurs well for the coming season.

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