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Making a Molehill out of Maskhill

I’ve not written a trip report for a long while, owing in large part to looming exams. Now those have been despatched successfully I’ll write up one of my many adventures in the lustrous yet ludicrous prose that hasn’t made my name in the caving world, let alone the club. Sunday mornings are not times […]

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The Thirty Nine Steps (without a rope!)

Having finished yet another exam (for my sins),  I found myself at a loss of what to do. So I went to the SUSS hut to find Sam all by his lonesome – but not watching Ted, fortunately. We decided not to go caving on wednesday (the 19th) evening as it was very pleasant so […]

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The Brother’s Cannae Maskhill-aza

I must apologise for the poor quality pun. It seems great Russian authors are not the de jour reading in the caving club Yesterday, myself and Mark went to Maskhill after receiving a call from Al (MUSC-YUCPC-TSG which is incidently the noise you make swallowing your own vomit, somewhat appropriate I think?) the day before who had […]

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Maskhill Fun.

‘Tom, why are you sat in the back of your car?!’ This was the first thing I said when Tom1 and Rostam arrived at my house on possibly the warmest, sunniest day of the year. ‘Rostam why have you got safety goggles on?!’ Then it dawned on me that it twas I who would be […]