So it's a contrived title, but give this trip report a chance - it'll grow into the pun. So as a pre-season warmer, and as part of my quest to get underground in the glorious people's republic of Mother Gogledd Cymru (unsubtle reference to the title pun), I managed to...
Friday 28th Jun The 'holiday' couldn't have come fast enough. Distraught over exam failings, I was ready to pack up and go. I packed all the stuff I had in the world into the SUSS hut and was ready to leave. I use the word ready very, very loosely. I...
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...
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?)...
I hate crawling. I really do. I struggle to put pen to paper (or keyboard to screen?) when I think of this vile misery. It varies from monotonous to awkward, and is usually slow and painful - much like lectures on medical ethics, and hopefully not this trip report you...