I've changed the title this month to try to catch your attention and inject a little enthusiasm back into the proceedings - sex always sells - well it's worth a try anyway.
As we've come to expect Christmas seems to start earlier every year - you've probably already missed the special summer sizzler offer at Tesco's for 10 malformed plastic chunks in shiny cardboard tubes that go 'ffffzzztt' when you pull them. Anyway in an effort to end the madness early Jill is having her usual Christmas bash on Saturday 8th - see you there if she's deigned to invite you. And on the day after ....
Thought I'd best get a quick note out about the Peak Cavern permit, all comers welcome, unless you're going to Emily Bown's christening at 3:00pm (I've been instructed not to pirate people) Though who knows - if we have an efficient enough trip you could go to both events but I'm not sure whether a wetsuit would count as appropriate attire despite being a suit of sorts, perhaps if you wore a Thai ....
Meet at the TSG hut in Castleton by 9:15am (please call me if you don't know where it is (or can't remember)) - you have to get changed there nowdays and bring an electric light as carbide in't allowed no more
Steve's back from his expedition to Pakistan which was hard work from the sound of it, fourteen hour treks in a 4x4 through the desert collecting rocks and the like. (pssst.. I know where you can find some rocks without having to go to Pakistan!!. Still it's not quite as futile as finding there are rocks on Mars - well done NASA, now there's a turn up for the books). They're busy decorating the bathroom at the moment (you see how hard up I am for news now) but apparently a proper house warming party is still planned for sometime soon.
Not wishing to be the last man Standing, Dr. Nick is getting married on 1st November there's bound to be fireworks on the next few nights (In fact there are fireworks on the next few nights !!!)
I liked the above sentence so much from the last newsletter that I've left it in for a second run - I'll see all you folks that's going to the reception at the weekend (or last weekend by the time this arrives probably.
(Just keeping you on your toes)
Keith, Grovel, Ian Spibey, Tony Haig, Steve Bell, (Sam), (Andy Sweetman), (Ray), (Dave), (Bruce)
You may notice several names in brackets above - this was done to differentiate between those who went on the MUSS trip and those who didn't (sort of). I'd gone up to Yorkshire (I know its Cumbria really - you pedants) on the Friday with some Ex Cambridge (EXCS) folk - they were also having a meet at BPF as well. Consequently, even after a trip to Bernies for breakfast, I was ready before team MUSS and ended up on a Pool sink to Lancaster exchange trip with the EXCS. It was in Bernies, where I was supposed to be meeting Candy, that Andy Sweetman appeared out of the blue, on his way back from a weeks cycling in the Lake District. We conned some money out of him, (welcome back to the fold - Andy) and sent him on his way. Candy never appeared due to Steve Openshaw arriving back unexpectedly from his hol's in Pakistan. Meanwhile back with the plot - the official MUSS Trip down Lancaster Pot was abandoned on the grounds that no one was prepared to haul Keith up 150ft of ladders - so a County pot trip ensued, and then on to the upper deck of Easegill and an attempt was made to find some of the old MUSS finds - Mancunian way and the like - with a view to possibly (re)surveying them at some later stage (maybe, perhaps??). Apparently they found some crawling sized passages in about the right place but,
'smaller than I remembered them' goes the quote.
Apparently Ray & Co. did turn up and had a quick trip down Lancaster on the Cambridge rope.
Keith and Tony had to go home (use thumb and under in any order you care to) so that was two less for the barrel Grovel had brought, Grovel & Steve etc. went for food at the pub whilst Ray who'd failed to meet anyone so far, also went to a pub only it was a different one. I managed to get dinner cooked for me at the farm and then also decided to go to the pub (Marton),with the EXCS, for a swift pint and then go back to the farm for some REAL drinking. We were just thinking of leaving when in dashes Ray, having been to every pub in the Dales and announces he'd just pop back to the Wheatsheaf to pick up Dave and Bruce and he might see us later - well we never saw him again and by all accounts he ended up having a very tee-total evening - should have come to the farm - where Grovel and I were trying to finish off 4 1/2 gallons between us.
I woke up lateish the next morning and found Grovel & Co. gone, The Old EXCS folk decided to go for a walk - so there were just two keenies to go caving - and a fine trip it was to - County to Wretched rabbit via some Tridenty sort of passages, err, oh white line chamber, err, um, oh and up the main stream to Stop pot and then along the obscure but rather pretty Depot passage which drops you back into Wretched rabbit.
Djbouti (did j'a?)
Jill didn't go because she was on holiday in Djbouti which wasn't much fun because she was supposed to be diving - but not in Djbouti - apparently the boat never arrived - and much muttering was done instead.
Anyway that's about it for now - is anyone having a Christmas party nearer to Christmas time, who fancies gate crashing Nick's honeymoon in Thailand? What ever happened to the rowdy, rebel, party monsters I once knew?
For all the answers to these mysteries and more tune in next nooseletter (or else - hint, hint)
Your ever patient newsletter writer, Sam
P.S. in the very near future the Email will be working at our place so you can contact me at : sam@avroind.com with all your news and updates of what's been / will be going on. My land line still works though so please call on 01353 740236
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