Can't say that much takes me aback, but on the 26th July 1997, part way along the Pennine Way, my walking pals and I were, how shall I put it, gobsmacked. Here's a copy from my Pennine Way diary of that little happening:-
"On Cam Top itself the weather changed and a strong cold wind blew across followed by heavy rain at about 1330. Last 4.1/2 miles to Hawes in persistent and heavy rain. Pity as this part of the walk would, under reasonable conditions, have been as good, scenically, as any other. Unfortunately the rain spoiled it somewhat!! Arrived wet at Hawes YH at 1530. The hostel didn't open until 5pm but, as with many hostels, the outer door was left unlocked and you could sit in a sort of a porch, sheltered from the rain. Already in there was a young woman who we found out, as we engaged in conversation, was from New Zealand, a Kiwi travelling around the north of England. As we chatted she was surprised to learn that we often cooked our own evening meals in the YHA members kitchen and of course, cleaned up afterwards and took care of washing clothes and stuff. She told us it wasn't like this back home in New Zealand, where the menfolk didn't care for such tasks and the only reason, in her opinion, they sought a woman for a partner/wife was so they could have "a cook and a fu**". I don't think that all 5 of us have ever been stopped in our tracks like that - open mouthed and unsure what to say next. Full marks to the Kiwi though, she didn't mince her words and I guess could be quit a handful (oo'er missus)."