Mountains
Modern day climbers on the Kolahoi Glacier © "Outlook" Magazine 2018 Each foolscap page of my father's account of his wartime mountain adventure in Kashmir in the summer of 1944 takes me an hour to type inclusive of light editing. This means that the task has taken me around forty hours so far with about another ten hours to go. As a good number of visitors to this blog have enjoyed previous posts on this topic, I am now going to share a couple more extracts from recent typing. My father Philip and his companion Arnold had spent a day away from their camp, exploring the head of the valley with some useful guidance from a local shepherd. They climbed up onto the Kolahoi Glacier, traversed it and then tackled the snow field that led to the base of a 16000 foot mountain they hoped to climb the next day. They were both exhilarated and weary when they returned to camp that evening... ✺✺✺✺✺✺ Even before the sun had ceased to shed its warming rays on the we...
