Newsletter - Tuesday, 26 November, 1996
After much faffing about on Friday, including the inevitable tour of the
local villages, the minibus was full of gear, lags and cavers keen to get to
the YSS-So we took them to Mike and Tina's party instead! A few trashed
bookshelves and many hours later, we were in County by 2:30on Saturday,
giving newcomers a lightning tour as distance-from-The-Plough-related trauma
started to assert itself. Meanwhile, there was an old lags trip down Bull
Pot, Kingsdale. The minibus arrived at the Club Dinner just before the food
started, and found nearly 50 cavers, past, present (and future?) engaged in
various amounts of reminiscence, half-chicken eating and gawping at the
history display boards featuring pictures of James underground!-A clever
fake by the CIA? Despite snow and a degree of lethargy from certain
'ultrakeen' ouigees, it was still possible to get underground earlier on
Sunday. We foiled Sean's creditable jacking attempt by towing the Sensible
Wagon out of it's resting place beneath an ice shelf, so Neil and Sean took
a party down Long Churn while we made snow cavers and wandered around in the
blizzard. A brief stop to jump-start Clive's car in Histon eliminated any
danger of getting home before midnight, proving that I do indeed have what
it takes to run a genuine CUCC-up of a caving meet.
Prince of Darkness 2?
Further evidence of Nick's malign influence, as not content with imbuing
Paul with the desire to be slightly organised, he somehow caused your
ever-reliable tacklemaster to hand out a couple of decidedly dodgy lights.
Please give Matt your lamp hire money if you haven't already done so, in
order to spare future generations from the insidious crap light curse.
This is in progress NOW so if you're putting tackle back, do so in the
special area provided so it doesn't go uncounted.
A third visit to Yorkshire is pencilled in for the 7-8 December (i.e.
outside of full term) - if sufficient (more than 2!!) people are interested
then it will go ahead. (I don't care, I'm off to Majorca - Ed.)
"Do you carry snow shovels for this kind of thing?" - Jonathan, as Sean's
car disappeared into another snowdrift.
"I'm full" - Julian (attrib.)
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