Hey. I'm sorry for the delay in posting anything, I've been away, and am going away again tomorrow. I haven't had time to complete this chapter, but here is a teaser of what is to come in chapter 6, to keep you going till I get back. Please continue to read and review.
Chapter 6 –
The group paired off as they climbed, finding it easier to ascend the slope in pairs and threes, rather than as a large group. Captain Flint led the way, with John and Nancy, discussing the route and reciting embarrassing stories of Nancy and Peggy to John. Nancy, usually not fazed by anything, spent an uncomfortable amount of time flushed red as a tomato, more aware of John's criticism than anyone else's. Behind walked Titty and Rodger, and the back was brought up by Susan and Peggy, as Susan wanted to make sure no one got lost or wandered off. Bridget wandered between the groups, spending most time with Titty and Rodger, as their playful conversation held more appeal to her more childish sense of humour. Titty, it seemed, was once more using her imagination to fuel the conversation, and the pair were Vikings, tramping across the snowy hills of Norway to collect firewood for their families. This sort of game intrigued Bridget, and she joined in eagerly, taking on the role of scout and running on ahead, or hanging back, to ensure they weren't being followed.
As the trek dragged on Captain Flint ran out of embarrassing stories and the slope increased, so the trio at the front descended into silence. After a short while the Mates also gave up on conversation and stuck to concentrating on the path. The Vikings, out to collect firewood, kept a flowing stream of conversation going, but if asked what they were talking about, none would have had a clue. The climb was hard work, and the explorers all too pleased when C. Flint suggested a short break, announcing they were more than three quarters of the way up. Chocolate rations were eaten eagerly, Rodger grumbling on Susan's insistence that they leave half for later. Then, when they had caught their breath, the party set off once more up the slope.
It wasn't long till they reached the summit, and were looking over onto the downward slope. Gladys' Peak (AN: Completely Fiction, not even based on anywhere...) observed John, was a strange name for the mountain, and C. Flint promised them there was a splendid tale, and it would be told over lunch.
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Any ideas for tales about Gladys' Peak would be greatly appreciated...
Constantlearner: Thanks for your review. I come from England, but closer south than north. We visited the Lakes last year for a holiday, and it was definately the nicest place I've ever been. I love all your ideas, and shall try to intergrate them into the story.
Fergus Mason: Not knowing much about the lakes, I'm sorry if those trees don't grow round there. When I visited there were forests everywhere, but I wasn't observing tree types. For the sake of my story, can you try to imagine they do grow here? Thanks.
Simon C: Thank you for reading it.
TTTHNN: Thank you again, you're reviews make writing this worthwhile. I love opening my inbox and finding you've added more, you make me laugh even if I'm feeling down. Sorry if this chapter is a bit of a dissapointment. Due to the fact this winter is a mild one, the snow sports may not happen, but I suppose the weather could take a turn for the worse towards the end of the hols. I will bear it in mind. What do you think of Constantlearner's idea of a flood?
Thanks again to everyone reading this story,
G4E