By: Blonde Two
I had one of those moments a few weeks ago. You know the ones, there you are, beer in hand, curry on table, DofE friends all around and your tongue runs away with you. I sometimes forget that real conversations are not like those on Two Blondes or on Twitter. You can’t unwrite a real conversation and you can’t unsay a real challenge.
If you sit six outdoorsy girls (lots of mascara) and six expeditiony blokes (traces of mascara) at a table full of curry and beer, sooner or later, the conversation and atmosphere is going to turn “gender competitive”. When you are a Two Blonde, you have to pick your challenge carefully. Speed or hill climbing challenges are a bit of a no-no against boys, as are driving or finding anything by car. Night navigation however, is something that we can do!
Let’s not kid ourselves though, this was not a carefully calculated challenge! Before I knew it the Blonde competitiveness had set in, the words were out of my Blonde mouth and NightNavOff was born. A team of ladies, a team of gents, a course set by some of our friends from Ashburton Dartmoor Rescue in their spare time away from team duties (let’s hope they don’t get called out!) and a dark night on Dartmoor. This Saturday, somewhere on Dartmoor (even the Blondes don’t know where) – NightNavOff is a goer!
I don’t own any mascara!
WHAT!!! I will bring spare – this is a real shock. It would be better if you didn’t own a compass! x
Go Blondes!!
This sounds like the Dartmoor equivalent of the Confederates firing on Fort Sumter – opening jousts in The Battle of The Sexes. Before you proceed let me urge you to read Thurber’s eponymous short story. I don’t want to spoil the end for you but I can say that things go very badly for one of the sides involved