Photo's of podiatrists and families (obvious sticky admin)

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There's been a few PA members who have posted in different threads so why not a thread devoted to same
Here's a photo of myself, my good wife, three of my kids, a daghter-in-law and a son-in-law, enjoy!

 

Very amusing!

 

Goodaye David, I got the impression a few members thought I rather a handsome brute, that is what people are telling me, so I thought viewers would enjoy it more like this, mark

 

This is my better half at her best - 1986 St Kilda

 

And this was me - 16, Frogatt edge. I had run away from home to live in a cave, Easter 1971. At the time it was was graded HVS.

 

How do you insert an image (not url?)

Thanks

Bill

 

Wow. Awesome Rob. A wife name St Kilda

 

Use an image hosting site, like;

Tiny Pic

 

This rather smart beast is the latest addition to the family. Deerhound X lurcher - just over two years old now.



While this rather good-looking chap is me in (best guess) 1979. Those with a keen eye will notice the home-made black-and-white to colour effort - done with food-colouring and a steady hand in the days before digital...........

 

Well, actually her name is Roz. We spent the summers of 86-7 living on board, anchored in Village Bay while diving St Kilda Stack Lee and Bororay. In '86 we were in a safe, seaworthy, but decidely dirty boat, having breakfast one morning, when the JDL - Jean De La Lune) came in and anchored next to us. Later that summer we were on holiday in Oban when it was moored there. We left the kids at Ganavan sands while Ros and I made arrangements to extend our overdraft and we charted the JDL for the summer of '87. There is never a day goes past without me spending at least 5 minutes on her. St Kilda is a magical, mystical, almost a religous experience - You are a fellow Scot? - You've simply got to go there..................

 

Here's one of the mother-in-law after drinking too much at the sabbat. Cheers Bel

Bill

 

My husband & his twin. :drinks I have always liked the athletic types.

 

Lucky lad. Have been in Harris on a few occassions waiting on the boat for St Kilda only to be thwarted by the weather. The swell in Village Bay on a southeasterly can be formidable seemingly! Some good clean climbs been made recently on Stac Lee....

Here is a rather surlly looking youth on the start of the path up to the CIC Hut on Ben Nevis in 1977

 

This is Belinda Butcher showing her grandfather how to play croquet/golf, in 1975.

 

Every so often I get an uneasy feeling about putting up personal information on the internet - even on Podiatry Arena. I guess we're lulled into the illusion that cameraderie and bonhomie translates somehow into a safe and secure environment. But it isn't if that information is available openly. I wonder if the HPC employ staff to peruse online forums along the same lines as GCHQ and MI5/6, CIA etc? This video should make you think....

 

You mean I might be called to account because my mother-in-law is a w@#+=? :wacko:

Bill

 

.... and my family (including in-laws) have an uncanny resemblance to moi? ....

 

I think there's a general exemption for mother in law expressions. Even the extreme variety.

 

Stac Lee is a funny place - it is white - as in Snow White. It is only as you get close that you realise that the whiteness is either sea birds or there product. Just next to Stac Lee is a huge underwater arch - the Scarbstac Arch which makes incredible diving. Geologically the whole place is volcanic, largely produced as a result of a wee bit of "indigestion" at the beginning of the sea-floor spreading of the Atlantic. Much of St Kilda is made of a rather peculiar igneous rock consisting of "intertwined" magmas, one acidic, one basic - this is diagnostic of an embryonic ocean. In addition to its geology, the isolation of the island groups has (to a far lesser extent that the Galapagos) made it an evolutionary experiment; several species of vertebrates there are unique, including a mouse, a sheep and a small bird, the St Kilda Wren - you should good there! My lasting memory will always be 54 metres down in a lava tube when I met a baby seal. Rob

 

Fantastic. My interest in St Kilda was kindled by meeting a patient, Jessie McKinnon who lived in Strontian - across the Corran Ferry - who was one of the evacuees in 1930 when she was just 12 years old. She remembered her childhood vividly - memories tinged with much joy and sadness. The islands have a fascinating history of human struggle - can't quite imagine experiencing a winter out there without the comforts of modern living - but they managed it. There's a compelling account of the medical challenges faced by the islanders in the Sixty Year Report - which found the high rate of infant mortality was due to exposure to fulmar oil (thought to be an antiseptic) when seperating the umbilical cord. One grave illustraes this struggle - that of a 21 year-old man which has inscribed the "only son of" . The tragedy being that he was the only surviving son - his mother having lost nine siblings previously each within a week of birth! If that wasn't enough - the resident Wee Free Minister dispensed his duties with a such enthusiasm that his brethern were oft subjected to three and four hour fire and brimstone sermons - enough to drive the hardiest islanders to the mainland!

It's on the agenda for this summer again - weather permitting!

 

You are entirely correct. The fulmar oil used to anoint the umbilicus used to harbour anaerobes, including tetanus. It became normal practice to give a coffin as a baby gift. As for the priest - well, it was usual for the Church admin to send its most exuberant priests to where they would not be seen. At one time they insisted that the community spent nearly all of Sunday in Church when they should have been harvesting. It is probably fair to say that the final death of the community was a direct result of Christianity, or rather, the manner in which it was applied. The community was down to perhaps 30 at the time of the evacuation in about 1930. All the men were offered jobs with the forestry commision - odd? Well there are no trees of St Kilda! The row of cottages in the picture may well have been restored now - this was 1986. The isalnd is Bororay with Stac Lee in the foreground and to the left. In the school on Kilda there is an old kiddies writing book; I remember reading "that you could go to Bororay but on a fine day"! Rob

 

This is Kevin Kirby running track during his senior year at C.K. McClatchy High School in 1975. Note the minimalist shoes he was wearing from 38 years ago. This was 30+ years before Chris McDougall, Dan Lieberman and Blaise Dubois tried to convince all of us that minimalist shoes are the "newest and greatest thing". :bang:

 

This is village bay in 2007 - changed place since you were there. The NTS run summer work parties and the church and houses have almost been fully restored. Another more recent patient was one of the Royal Engineers who installed the radar array and HQ for Ferranti during the 1950s. The initial installation and building works started in the May and was competed in September. On their final weekend a major storm ran through the islands and completely demolished all the new buildings and monitoring station - and they had to put back the project until the following spring. Gusts in excess of 160 knots are recorded regularly. Makes you admire the draught excluders they used to make during the 18C!

 

Mark, you clearly share my sense of................ well, being, with St Kilda. The SW boundary of Village bay that you are looking at there is of course Dunne (Sp?) About half way down, there is a washed out igneous dyke - referred to as the saw-cut - makes fantastic diving. one day, having spent the morning in educational issues with some of our less-experienced members, Ros came back with a lobster in each hand! And, her dive partner likewise. My response - ever the diplomat, was: who gave you those?! The second picture is the husband and wife team of Dave and Ann Jones; they were really very inexperienced and I thought long and hard about taking them on such a trying expedition. They were fantastic. We left St Kilda late July, 1987, and dived on the wreck of the Hispania in the Mull sound on the way back to Oban.
As our last dive, we, perhaps foolishly decided to dive on the wreck on the Madam Alice in Oban Bay. She was a stern trawler that took a large wave over the back, and went down, with all hands, and with nets out (alarms bells going off yet?) into 49 metres of water. We set the echo going (this is all pre-GPS) and started a search - as we sailed over it the trace climbed like My Everest!. We threw over a lead line, and decended in 5 pairs. I was part of pair 2. As we got below 30 meteres it was as black as............ torch on, by now dropping like a lead balloon. In front of me the first pair hit the mud (just missed the wreck); mud was festooned everywhere and the "lights went out". The last thing I saw before visibility was reducued to zero was my friend Dave in the pair in front festooned in fishing net. Then it was our turn. I grabbed the lad I was with and in brail decided it was time to surface. I put some air in my system, and gently floated upwards until caught by fishing net. Knife time - hack. I then did the same again, and got perhaps 10 metrees off the deck when my air hoses fell apart and crunch, I was back on the deck! We did it again, but this time by manual inflation - demand valve out - 49 metres down, zero vis and inflate jacket. 20 minutes later we arrive back on the surface. That guy on the Falklands said he counted them all out, and counted them all back - well, so did I that day!. I will never dive the Madam Alice again - ever! Oh to be young and stupid...........

 

Nothing like a good adventure! I know Oban and Lorne particularly well - my aunt having a guest house in Benderloch for some years, it became my summer holiday job in their kitchens and tea room during my secondary school years. I kept well away from the sea though - having listened carefully to some of the stories from the divers at the nearby Marine Laboratory at Dunstafnage, not to mention a memorable trip through the Corrievreckan on a friends dad's boat - I decided that the hills had just as much allure and were a lot safer, even on the backside of the Ben! Had a couple of climbing mates who were on the BBC Big Climb series a couple of years ago where they were challenged by putting up one new route on a Scottish Island each day over a six day period. One of the routes was on Stac Lee - I think about E8 6c - where a section was almost unclimbable from the guano. Getting started on a six foot swell was interesting - especially when the first six feet is slightly overhanging! There's a few places I'd like to be before I'm carbonised. St Kilda is on the list. All the best
Mark

 

I have dived in Corrievreckan! Admiitedly at low water neap tides. The Royal Navy state that it is unnavigable - I dived it from a 4.5 metre Zodiac!

 

And there was me thinking you were a sensible chap! I was a member of an extreme sports club in Edinburgh for some years - have base-jumped in Norway and skied down some interesting gullies on the Ben and Glencoe, even gone over the Falls of Lora on a tyre - but the one thing I baulked it was a dive through the Corrievereckan. Being on top was more than enough, although I understand the pinnacle is a sight worth seeing... Almost the final resting place of George Orwell and his son.

 

Well there was this time that we dressed for dinner - but then it was Christmas dinner - and it was in Giants Hole - the deepest cave in England. In case you are wondering, I am in the black wetsuit..............

 

High blockage potential on a couple of fronts! Much more impressive is the sleek Swedish model in the background....

 

I had a series of perhaps 5 - either 95/95, or later 99's/900. They were a particularly good buy 2nd hand as they 1/2 their new price in three years. The 99/900's had their engine in backwards - clutch at the front, gearbox underneath. While you needed sone special tools (made my own) you could change a clutch in about 40 minutes without removing either engine or gearbox. I once changed one in the car park of Manchester Foot Hosptial in my lunchbreak!

 

I also did MG's for a while - had some rather novel ways of welding in a new floor

 

My current babe is a late 1993 900XS with less than 45K on the clock. one previous GP owner since new serviced twice a year on the dot. All for £800 on ebay. On the basis of the previous photograph, I don't think I'll be booking it into your garage for any work anytime soon! Bearing in mind my video post somewhere up this thread on accessible personal information, I would suggest that we (and a few others) are postively screwed. I had thought for completeness I would add a digitised super 8 film of me abseiling naked of ther Scott Monument in Princess Street sometime in 1982, but thankfully some sense of decency still prevails!

 

Rust in an MG - surely not!


I had a series of MG's. Nice to drive, but total rustbuckets.