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Re: Norman Reeves

I posted a link to here on the Treklite forum and there are condolences from there too

https://www.trek-lite.com/index.php?threads/stormin’-norman.8310/#post-164288

Re: Norman Reeves

My condolences to his family. Norman was such a character,he will be missed.

Re: Norman Reeves



Here's Norman at the Park Hotel Thursday night celebrations in May 2019 on his way to collecting his plaque from Hamish for twenty TGO Challenge Crossings.

Here's to you, Norman.

Re: Norman Reeves

Fabulous photo Alan.

Re: Norman Reeves

So sorry to hear this. Condolences to his family. Such a character. 😔

Re: Norman Reeves

Sad news indeed, seems only a short while since May 19 when we were having a pint & a meal together in Ft William before heading for Shiel Bridge to start the challenge.Will be sadly missed.
Best wishes to Myra and family.

Barry T.

Re: Norman Reeves

So sorry to see this, Norman was a Proper Challenge Legend for sure. My condolences to Norman's family.

Re: Norman Reeves

This is very sad news. Norman was a real walking legend and a true gentleman. My condolences to his family - he will be much missed.

Re: Norman Reeves

So sorry to hear of this. I met him on two challenges and he was one of the nicest blokes I have ever met.

Was he the one who got charged for two nights at a hotel after getting so drunk he went to sleep in the wrong room?

Re: Norman Reeves

Sad news. Strength and love to Myra and the family. I well remember my first meeting with Norman - a mid-morning coffee in the hotel at Cairnbaan after setting out from Ardrishaig in 2009. A mighty soul. He will be greatly missed.

Re: Norman Reeves

Yes, very sad news indeed. My condolences to Myra, their family and friends.
First met them both 1998 and spent quite a few hours in Norman’s company over the years since then

Paul, I’m pleased to set the record straight and inform you it was not Norman who was charged for two rooms for same night. Sadly you have also got the other details wrong as well!




Re: Norman Reeves

I think it was the Challenge of 2003 – whichever, it was a wet one – Norman and I had fallen into step in Glen Findhorn, while crossing the Monadhliath in pouring rain and a billowing cold wind.

As it came time to consider finding a spot for the night, we passed the Twin Towers, John and David, who were trying to pitch their tent in the lee of some drumlins; the wind was catching the flysheet and they were struggling to even hold on to it. Not for us… We decided to push on, hoping for the rain might ease before we had to pitch; perhaps we'd even find somewhere a little more sheltered.

Eventually we reached Coignafern Lodge. I'd passed it on several previous crossings, a huge, dark and empty, deserted shell of a place. This time, however, there was a portacabin outside, a builders' van parked alongside. Next to the lodge there's a square flat area of grass and this evening it was perfectly sheltered by the old place.

We met the plasterers, happy guys all, and asked if they'd mind if we pitched on that sheltered lawn. "Eh? Look, we're just about done here and we're off home in a few minutes. Feel free to sleep in the portacabin – there's a heater in the corner, milk in the fridge and you're welcome to read our newspapers (The Sun)… just help yourselves." Scottish hospitality at its best.

We chatted about what they were doing with the place. Apparently the estate had been bought by Sigrid Rausing, daughter of the Swedish billionaire and Tetra Pak packaging empire Hans Rausing, and the lodge was being fully restored. Would we like a tour? Would we!

The interior was massive, the work ongoing. Room after room after dusty room, the plasterers had the run of the place - there were dusty plaster boards every where – on the dusty walls, leaning against the dusty walls, laid on the dusty floor. Did I mention the dust? Then they showed us the boiler room – a room itself bigger than some folks' houses, perhaps, with a network of thick pipes rising from the boiler like those of some great cathedral organ. And that boiler was on full blast. That, they explained, was to drive out the damp that had developed during the decades the building had stood empty.

Tour over, we returned to the portacabin, the guys packed up, and we waved them off from the door as they drove off down the glen.

I said something along the lines of "Wow, we've lucked out! Milk, papers, heating and a dry floor to sleep on!"

Norman looked at me with a twinkle in his eye. "Nah, mate, we're not sleeping in here – come on, they haven't loocked the door of the lodge."

And he was right – the door was ajar. After all, no chance of intruders in a place as remote as this, right?

In we crept, dragging our packs behind us. Norman lifted down a couple of plaster boards that were leant against the walls and laid them on the floor. Insulated and protected from the dust, we rolled out our sleeping bags and slid in with massive grins on our faces.

We were probably the first folk to have slept in the lodge for many years, one of the most memorable nights on all my ten (and two half) crossings.

Cheers Stormin', a true leg-end.