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Memory is a funny thing. I'm sure I would not remember that some time in the 1970s we went to a party that was halfway up a mountain if I had not taken a photo, put it in my album and labelled it as such. I recall nothing about this party beyond the above image. It must have been for friends of my Dad, who was much into mountaineering (particularly before we were born).