Well, I don't know... what can one put in an Editorial? Nobody's going to read it anyway. How about: 'CUCC is alive and well and living in the Castle/Mitre/George and Dragon'? True enough, I suppose, but then drinking is an essential factor in our existence, Here we are, surrounded by fens, with not a clint to be seen for miles: what else can we do? In an article in the recent Lancaster journal, Ben Lyon advises poorly-placed university clubs to give up caving and take up ping-pong instead. His idea is that active, regular caving is necessary to knit a club together properly: that a group of discrete personalities underground together is potentially in great danger from inside. He is absolutely right, of course, but most of us here enjoy caving far too much to trade in our helmets for table-tennis bats. In the absence of limestone, we have had to cast around for other more or less speleological activities which can be carried out in East Anglia. Two emerged; one is drinking, the other is described in an article by Jont. This may not be in the true Casteret spirit, but the result is that, considering that we are mere 'foreigners', we are an unusually cohesive club, and one which is technically in advance of most. We may not find much, but we do have a lot of time to think.

So what else can I say? Might as well summarise what we've done beyond the scope of Pete's Presidentorial. Not much, in fact, Lots of Round trips in Swildon's, several digs, Eastwater at 2am after a heavy night in the Hunter's, Washfold, Scoska, Pippikin, Simpson's/Swinsto etc.,etc., etc,. Oh, and one nasty incident in Douk Gill, when a boulder just fell out of the roof and broke an ULSA member's leg; in a crawl, too, so it could quite easily have been someone's head or spine.

Uuummmm... What next? Well, I could apologise for the fact that we're back to duplicating after last year's jazzy litho production - sheer bad management on my part, I'm afraid. Still, never mind the quality, feel the width!