This is not a shopping list: it is a thread I want to create so that people can say something about events in the past which they see as important. I am starting today because this weekend is the anniversary of the mass trespass on Kinder Scout in 1932. That is one of the important events for my family: part of that alternative history I have discussed in other contexts
If you do not know about this event the wiki article is helpful
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mass_trespass_of_Kinder_ScoutAs ever, songs are an important vehicle for keeping that kind of history alive and once again this as well served by the late Ewan McColl
www.youtube.com/watch?v=YENYMwuCG2YMy father used to sing this when he was drunk: he didn't have a good voice but he did have anger and a personal commitment to the right to roam. My family is littered with those largely self educated working class men, who owed a lot to the communists. In the first half of the last century they provided free education classes, and they also provided the only opportunities and encouragement for young men and women to get out of ovecrowded, dirty cities at weekends and take to the hills. Bothies, and camps, and folk who knew the mountains: many climbers learned to love that, on those stalinist weekends full of youth and health and nature and politics. The alternative was the church, I suppose: but that would not have done for my family. The communists had an agenda, just as the church did: but they provided real worth and opportunity to go along with ideology. They freed those young men and women for some part of their week: and for many it remained a life long joy.
Scotland has no law of trespass but that did not mean we were wholly free to roam: there is not a lot you can do to assert your rights when a gamekeeper has a gun and a bad attitude: but we were luckier than the english, and we did not need to fight so hard for a right only finally granted in 2000.
I know the tales I was told are rose tinted: but you did not need much money to go: some way of getting there and some food,was all. They walked or cycled or hitched and they were all " a free man on Sunday". And I will tell you a story of those men and women, for this is a thread for it.
I am not a climber nor even a hill walker: but I have friends who are. When I was at school I went to Glencoe with a climbing club, just because I had the chance. Most of the members were blokes: they worked all week in various jobs and they left the city on Friday after work and travelled to Glencoe where there is a bothy they use. By train or car, or any way they could get there. They carried all they needed (mostly improvised climbing gear and booze, and a singularly unhealthy diet). They arrived quite late and Friday was for crack and drinking and the easy mutual insult that friends enjoy. The bothy is a one room stone hut with a sleeping platform and a stove. It was late autumn, this particular weekend: and it was not raining! I was not part of the group: but I spectated and it was better than a play (well, I had never been to a play, so I did not know that then: but I know now). I remember watching from my sleeping bag on the platform while they planned their everest expedition, which involved extravagant plans for getting 3 month's worth of "squerries"* to the Himalayas, and up the mountain. Funny and self deprecating and with no hint of bitterness for those who could really aspire to such a trip and had the money to equip it: a dream tamed by humour and wholly beyond reach. And full of bravado and boasting
On Saturday they went climbing. A long day on the hill then back to the bothy for "squerries" and tea and bread and beans and stuff. And drink.
After dark (not late at that time of year) some people arrived: the mountain rescue guys. A climber had come off and was stuck on the hill: not clear what his condition was but he was reasonably well equipped and his pal had brought word. Within minutes the whole scene had changed. From banter and boasting there was sudden and serious action. There was no more bravado. People said if they could go or not and they did so in sober earnest: "I have had too much to drink": "I have done the Buchail and the ridge and I am too tired to be of use": "I had a short day and I am fit". Those who could go were quickly identified and those who could not lent gear or knowledge of the terrain and suggestions about how best to tackle this: then they were gone.
It ended well. They found him and they got him off and they came back and made very little of what they had done: back to football or tales of home made skis and slapstick accounts of daft things they had done when they were getting started. And booze and bed. And short climbs the next day for some: or just walks. Then home in whatever way they could get there.
Every year in Scotland there are folk who get stuck on the hill. And the mountain rescue trust the climbers to help, and to know their limitations. They all get angry about folk who go up without good enough gear: but they go and get them anyway.
And the big landlords who live in Essex think they own this land. They try to keep these men and women from the hill.
Kinder Scout was a small protest in the scheme of things: but it had a lasting impact. When I lose heart and start to think nothing you do makes any difference, I sing the Manchester Rambler and remember my dad and his pals and camping trips to wilderness places he knew well, when I was a child. And I remember that night as well. It taught me what it is to be an adult and I am still trying
* Also known as Lorne Sausage
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sliced_sausageIt borders on disgusting: but it is cheap