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An Alien goes home |
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A few summers ago I had the misfortune to descend
the revolting gully descent from the top of the Cioch nose in Applecross.
It was on a hot, humid, still august evening, the scottish midge
were out in their trillions and I was providing the main course
for the wee devils. My partner was a nervous novice who required
top rope support for the whole descent, due to the insecurity of
the terrain multiple belay points were required at each stance.
In my haste to escape the torments of
the descent, I left behind my favourite half size Alien. Fortunately
it was marked with a tag.
A couple of weeks later the Alien was
returned by an honest lass from Edinburgh. So a 9p tag saved me
about £50 replacement cost of the Alien.
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A Gritstone home coming
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Nothing beats a summers evening on Grit
but a thunderstorm can turn a moorland edge into a nasty place to
be. When this happened to a Tags4 customer one Tuesday night on
Wimberry edge in the Chew valley, in his haste to escape from his
exposed position the belay gear used was left in-situ. Only the
next day when sorting through his soggy rucksack was the loss noticed
and due to circumstances a return visit could not be made until
the following weekend.
On Thursday he had a telephone call from
a climber whose brother had been out walking the rim of the Chew
valley and had come across the abandoned gear. The tags on the gear
enabled to was returned to its owner.
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Up s***t creek without a paddle |
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The Grantley falls near Aberfeldy have
seen more than its far share of watery epics. When a local rafting
company complained about the number of paddles they were losing
down the Tay. We provided a set of tags for their equipment. Now
whenever a rafting trip gets a bit too exciting and self preservation
takes precedence over gear return each paddle has a return address.
Once again a tag saves the replacement cost of expensive equipment.
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Car Thieves Tagged |
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One beautiful clear May morning we had
arranged baby sitters and were off to climb in Glencoe. To our horror
as I approached our car we found some of our climbing equipment
was scattered around around in the car park. Local youths had smashed
the car's quarter light and not finding anything they considered
valuable had scattered the car's contents.
However one of lads had decided to take
home a few trophies of his nights work, fortunately the gear was
marked with tags. When his mother was cleaning his room she found
the equipment and realised that it did not belong to her son, she
telephoned the phone number on the tag and we received all our gear
back
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