So, I finally got a comment about the blog - "you didn't mention much about the history of Canisp" I was told....so.....
It all started with a rope - probably would really. Claire and I were living in Penrith, and we were in Keswick one day after a short walk - being Cumbria it was probably raining, and we wandered into Needle Sports. Needle Sports were having a Mammut promotion day - and we brought a 30m rope which could be used on the grit (being fairly sure we were heading Tameside way in due course) as well as on classic mountain ridges and scrambles. Some of these, especially in winter, might require a rope on parts (especially if abseiling i.e Anoach Eagach) and lugging my big 60m rope up was a lot of energy...
Those who know Mammut will know they have a little mammoth as a logo - and with the rope came a little stuffed mammoth. Very nice he was too...he came home and sat on the sofa and we called him Foinaven.
Then there was Arkle - those who know Arkle know he is a LOT bigger - this is because he likes to eat cake!! He was from the Braemar Mountain Sports shop in Aviemore. I had brought a new winter shell and we saw Arkle..he had some horrid red bootees on but he had a gleam in his eye. We brought him, ditched his bootees and had a second lovely mammoth to come along in Suilvan on our adventures. Given we were about to move to our Sutherland cottage, Arkle was an obvious name.
Canisp - he was rescued by my mother and step-father who saw him, looking very lonely, in a shop in Gateshead (I believe). He spent some time with them in the NE, however he did eventually come down and join the herd...so now we have 3 lovely mammoths - and they all lived happily ever after!!
The end...
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