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How to Play Quadrado
We had our spanish friends Dafne and Josep round for dinner, beers, and a game of cards. Dafne taught us a game called Quadrado. It is a game for 4 people and you play in pairs with each pair sitting opposite one another. Before the game begins, each pair must think of a secret signal (for example scratching your nose or touching your elbow). Four cards are dealt out to each player and four cards are placed face up on the table. All players may then throw a card down on to the table and pick up another. Players do not need to take turns, its basically just a free for all. The aim is to get all four cards the same (i.e. four kings, or four eights, etc. ). If noone is exchanging the cards on the table anymore then they are placed in a discard pile. Another four cards are then drawn from the pack. Play then continues in the same way.
When a player has four cards the same he must give the secret signal to his partner. His partner can then slap his hand on the table, shout "Quadrado!", and score one point.
If your partner is giving the secret signal and you also have four cards the same you can slap your hand on the table, shout "Doble quadrado!" and score two points.
If you think you have guessed the opposing pair's secret signal you can slap your hand down and shout "Corto Quadrado!" If you guess right you score a bonus point and the other pair must go into another room and think up a new signal. If you are wrong, then play continues.
How to play Peanuts
As well as being a comic strip and a tasty snack, Peanuts, is also a fast paced card game.
Lindsay taught me this game as follows.
Two players sit opposite one another with a standard pack of playing cards (without jokers) each. The backs of the cards must be different so they can be identified later.
Each player shuffles a pack and then passes it to their opponent.
Each player then deals out their cards in this way.
11 cards face down to form the Peanut Pile,
4 cards face up side-by-side in a row,
and the remaining cards are left in a stock pile.
Space should be left between the players for a maximum of 8 Suit Building Piles to be built up.
The winner of each round of the game is the first one to get rid of all the cards in their Peanut Pile and shout, "Peanuts!"
When play begins, the horizontal row cards can be played out into the Suit Building Piles, or built on top of one another to form columns of alternating colour and descending rank (King of Clubs, Queen of Hearts, Jack of Spades, 10 of Diamonds, etc).
At the beginning of the game each player turns over the top card of his Peanut Pile this card can then be played either onto one of the horizontal row columns (as described above), into an empty cell in the horizontal row, or on to one of the Suit Building Piles. Once it is played you can turn over the next card in the Peanut Pile.
Aces go straight out into the middle, where they become a Suit Building Pile, and can then be built up in suit order (Ace of Spades, 2 of Spades, 3 of Spades, etc.)
If you can't go, you turn over three cards from the stock pile (like if you are playing solitaire) and continue doing so until you can go. If you reach the end of the pack, you turn it over and continue. (If both players go right around the deck twice without being able to go, they both take one card, put it to the bottom of the pack and continue as before.)
Both players play concurrently and as fast as possible. They cannot touch their opponent's cards but both share the same 8 suit building piles in the middle, so you need to be quick before you are beaten to it.
At the end of the game the cards in the Suit Building Piles are sorted and counted.
The winner is awarded 10 points for winning and an additional point for each card he got out into the Suit Building Piles.
The loser gets 1 point for each card he got out into the Suit Building Piles and -2 points for each card remaining in his Peanut Pile.
First to 150 wins.
OPTIONAL EXTRA PLAYERS (ideal for the pub, but a bit frenetic):
Can be played in teams of 2 or 3 on each side. For instance, if there are 3 on each team, the first player controls the horizontal row, the second player controls the draw pile, and the third player the Peanut Pile. They can only touch the cards in their control, but can shout at each other as much as they like! For 2 players in a team one player controls the Peanut Pile and the other controls the horizontal row and the draw pile.
Great Gable and Scafell Pike
Navigating my way out to Rosthwaite, in the Lakes, I turned up the Coffee Break Spanish podcasts to disguise the strange noise the wheel makes, and occasionally had to wipe the window clear with my arm as the heater has stopped working.
I found the camping barn and ran out of the rain through the front door of the barn. This turned out to be the toilet. Next attempt I found Alastair and Trevor brewing up some mulled wine. The cards came out and a heated game of "Beat Your Neighbour" ensued.
Tranquilised with Trev’s Homemade Cherry Brandy, I fell asleep listening to wind and rain on the other side of the tiles. In the morning I woke to Trevor’s repeated grumble of “two thirty-two”. It turned out that some Londoners arrived in the night woke him up and then began top-volume snoring which kept him awake.
On Saturday we did a grade 1/2 scramble on Great Gable called the Napes. The first obstacle was Napes Needle. This was described in the guidebook as a “steep, strenuous, slippery, squirmy, struggle” or some such sibilance. It was pretty tricky in the conditions we found it in and we abseiled off the other side. The route then took us across a gully, behind a flake (giving a few minutes respite from the wind), down a steep wall, and across another gully full of loose rocks (several of which bounced off my shoulders). Then we turned up just before the impressive Sphinx rock (shown in someone else's photo (taken in much nicer weather) I nicked off the internet as I forgot my camera) to join Sphinx ridge.
On the ridge we had to make an exposed step onto a small out of sight ledge over a boulder. It was a bit like stepping on the ledge at the bottom of my wardrobe, whilst hanging onto the shelf looking for socks. The only difference being the couple of hundred meters of drop beneath my feet. From there to the summit was happy and windy scrambling which petered out into a walk.
We had our lunch out of the wind on the other side of the cairn at the top and then followed a track down to (an extremely) windy gap where you can stand at 45 degrees to the ground. Then, on hands and knees practically, we climbed Green Gable and more easily walked into the valley, north of Base Brown.
The looming black clouds gave us a brisk pace across the flat and then Trevor and I pegged it down the track by the Sour Milk Gill waterfalls, over the bridge and back to the car. Just caught a minute or two of rain. Alastair arrived a few minutes later looking soggy.
Some open-boaters stayed in the barn that night with exaggerated and amusing stories, and a petrol stove that stunk the place out. We ate all the remaining food, approximately six courses, with two puddings, between rounds of "Big Two". Fortunately the canoers did not snore.
With the forecast for Sunday not being too good, we decided on a walk up to Scafell Pike. Our Route took us up by Sprinkling Tarn, over Broad Crag and up to the summit. We ate lunch on the summit in the bothy bag and the weather turned. In snow we followed a continuous trail of cairns along the "corridor route" on the way back down to Sty Head. As we dropped height the snow became rain and we got a drenching as we traced Sty Head Gill past Stokley Bridge to the car parked at Seathwaite Farm. We dried off and had tea and biscuits in the back of Alastair's car.
All in all a good weekend considering the weather. I especially like the fact that I have a sporting chance of being able to pronounce the names in the Lakes.
Bad news followed, as I drove home some lights came on on the dashboard. Got it home and took it to the garage today. Turns out the wheel bearings have collapsed taking out the ABS sensor and the brakes. going to cost £455 to fix.
Tranquilised with Trev’s Homemade Cherry Brandy, I fell asleep listening to wind and rain on the other side of the tiles. In the morning I woke to Trevor’s repeated grumble of “two thirty-two”. It turned out that some Londoners arrived in the night woke him up and then began top-volume snoring which kept him awake.
On Saturday we did a grade 1/2 scramble on Great Gable called the Napes. The first obstacle was Napes Needle. This was described in the guidebook as a “steep, strenuous, slippery, squirmy, struggle” or some such sibilance. It was pretty tricky in the conditions we found it in and we abseiled off the other side. The route then took us across a gully, behind a flake (giving a few minutes respite from the wind), down a steep wall, and across another gully full of loose rocks (several of which bounced off my shoulders). Then we turned up just before the impressive Sphinx rock (shown in someone else's photo (taken in much nicer weather) I nicked off the internet as I forgot my camera) to join Sphinx ridge.
On the ridge we had to make an exposed step onto a small out of sight ledge over a boulder. It was a bit like stepping on the ledge at the bottom of my wardrobe, whilst hanging onto the shelf looking for socks. The only difference being the couple of hundred meters of drop beneath my feet. From there to the summit was happy and windy scrambling which petered out into a walk.
We had our lunch out of the wind on the other side of the cairn at the top and then followed a track down to (an extremely) windy gap where you can stand at 45 degrees to the ground. Then, on hands and knees practically, we climbed Green Gable and more easily walked into the valley, north of Base Brown.
The looming black clouds gave us a brisk pace across the flat and then Trevor and I pegged it down the track by the Sour Milk Gill waterfalls, over the bridge and back to the car. Just caught a minute or two of rain. Alastair arrived a few minutes later looking soggy.
Some open-boaters stayed in the barn that night with exaggerated and amusing stories, and a petrol stove that stunk the place out. We ate all the remaining food, approximately six courses, with two puddings, between rounds of "Big Two". Fortunately the canoers did not snore.
With the forecast for Sunday not being too good, we decided on a walk up to Scafell Pike. Our Route took us up by Sprinkling Tarn, over Broad Crag and up to the summit. We ate lunch on the summit in the bothy bag and the weather turned. In snow we followed a continuous trail of cairns along the "corridor route" on the way back down to Sty Head. As we dropped height the snow became rain and we got a drenching as we traced Sty Head Gill past Stokley Bridge to the car parked at Seathwaite Farm. We dried off and had tea and biscuits in the back of Alastair's car.
All in all a good weekend considering the weather. I especially like the fact that I have a sporting chance of being able to pronounce the names in the Lakes.
Bad news followed, as I drove home some lights came on on the dashboard. Got it home and took it to the garage today. Turns out the wheel bearings have collapsed taking out the ABS sensor and the brakes. going to cost £455 to fix.
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