Lorna Morrell

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Windy

It wasn't half blowy the day LORNA MORRELL went in for a session of rock-climbing. Wouldn't it have been better if she'd put on climbing boots and ski pants? Well, I'm not an expert," said Lorna, "I only do it for fun." The wind turned the fun into a pretty picture and all Lorna could say as each gust sent her skirt in a different direction was, "Oh, blow." She wasn't exactly intimidated, only windswept.

After she'd climbed ten feet, Lorna thought she wouldn't bother to scale the peak in case she got carried away by the whole thing. Being a Yorkshire girl, Lorna likes to come out on top of any situation, but when it's all becoming slightly ridiculous, she accepts that that's the time to pack up and go home to tea. She likes hot toast for tea.

Spick No 185 - April 1969

Lorna Morrell

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It’s Not Cricket

When you think of Yorkshire you think of how they can’t half play cricket up there.

You think of the wham of bat clouting ball and the cry of agony as ball suddenly clouts a forgetful batsman. A forgetful batsman is an old silly— anyone who can’t remember to duck when there’s a bouncer on its way comes into that category.

Well, then, that’s what you think of when you think of Yorkshire. You certainly wouldn’t imagine that they’ve got a bricklayer up there who’s better with a trowel than she is with a bat.

Fact, though. LORNA MORRELL from Queensbury, near Bradford, can lay a brick better than you can lay a fiver on a hundred-to-one cert. She also collects antiques. And she’s got just the right kind of legs to make a miniskirt look gorgeous.

Still, it just wouldn’t be cricket to produce a photograph of lovely Lorna and say “Look, there’s a Yorkshire bricklayer.’’ The surprise would be equivalent to what you get for being an old silly when there’s a bouncer on its way.