I’m so organised. Everything has a set time. Everything has a date, a schedule, a particular way. I am constrained by the clock, an invention of man that has me in its noose. Every lesson must not be missed. Every book must be in alphabetical order. Everything task must be...
With my dissertation finally handed in, I suddenly found myself with an excess of spare time on my hands, and what better way to fill it than by going caving. Since everyone else was busy with such frivolous pastimes as revision and moving house, I took up Rostam’s offer of...
It has been over half a decade since either Chris or I had been down all the pitches down in darkest Pen y Ghent (forever I'll go down!) and since we had both separately been mulling over a return to the most infamous of the 3 Deeps, it was always...
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....
I'd say it's that time of year again but as long as I've been in the club (5 and a half years - bloody hell!) I've never noticed a life members newsletter. I was even Chairman for a year and wrote one though alas it was never published (on the...