Great to speak to everybody today.  Here are the details of the competition I outlined at the AGM.

Post a report or story of any aspect of the weekend on this thread.  It can be factual, dry or funny, it can be about the caving, the weather, workshops, first experiences, partying or anything you feel like writing about.  We'll keep the competition open for two weeks- so to close at midnight on Sunday 13th December.

There are two prizes up for grabs;

A 50m length of Spanset Gold 10.5mm SRT rope, and,

A Petzl Super Avanti sit harness.

All reasonable entries will be included in a random draw so everyone who enters has an equal chance of winning.  Winners will be announced on here and prizes sent out by caver post. 

Good luck.

Thank you for getting involved at CHECC and donating those superb prizes

Exeter managed to get (almost) everyone caving this weekend; one member joined Aberystwyth in Lancaster Hole, eight headed out to Bar Pot, and the remaining seven set off to Great Douk. The weather had been, and continued to be, absolutely dire, with extreme weather warnings in place for the Friday night, so the caves were wet and walking to and from them was unpleasant to say the least.

After faffing for an inordinate length of time (as is traditional and seemingly unavoidable), the seven in team Bar Pot set off walking from the Clapham car park, got completely lost, and found that they'd brought the wrong kit anyway, which either didn't fit or didn't work. They turned up at the entrance to the cave about 3 hours later than expected, only to find a group of about 15 just starting the ascent up the entrances pitches. After waiting patiently for another hour and descending the entrance pitches, they realised that they would miss their call out if they actually did any caving, so were forced to ascend straight back out again. I cannot imagine how frustrating this must have been to those freezing cavers, and offer my most sincere condolences, whilst reminding them to check that they have the kit that they think they have before they put it in the car...

The seven cavers in team Great Douk set off with even more faffing, but after briefly popping into a service station, managed to get to the entrance without too much difficulty (albeit, by this time, in the dark). The stream was in heavy flood, with foam and debris all over the place, and the entrance waterfall completely impassable to those with legs too short to straddle it entirely. Once past this the cavers enjoyed a very wet, but thoroughly enjoyable, trip up to the start of the Middle Washfold entrances, by which point the team decided that it'd be more fun to retrace their steps. So with a little walking, a lot of wading, and even some fluming (def: flume, verb, to ride like a flume), the team returned successful, although had to be rescued from the main road outside Dalesbridge after breaking down 5 minutes away from home.

The one brave caver who joined Aberystwyth seemed to enjoy their first underground SRT experience, so thanks for that Aber  ! They returned to CHECC tired, but very satisfied, and a little more confident in their abilities.

Thanks to all the organisers for such a superb CHECC, every member of the club returned home tired but happy.

It's very generous of you to do all of these competitions and raffles etc. It's very much appreciated by all of us. Thank you.

CHECC was a great weekend and some great caving was done. Saturday was a mixed bag though....

The aim was to do Lancaster Hole through to Cow Pot. After walking up to the entrance hungover in the rain and cold we got to the entramce to find a queue of 16 people. NOPE.

Instead, being told Cow Pot was empty, we joyfully skipped our way over (literally, too) to Cow Pot to find.... a queue. Only 3 people this time though, unfortunately two cavers had descended and disliked it and were (slowly) on their way out.

Almost an hour later, we were absolutely freezing and finally were able to descend. One poor chap waiting with us lost the use of his hands due to the cold and his attempt to pass the ledge right at the start was met with discomfort when he didn't realise straight away that his finger was jammed between the rock and his stop, fully body weight on it. Thinking our day wasn't actually that bad we headed in.

A lovely descent into the system was made, Cow Pot is a very nice entrance! The final pitch is wonderful and highly recommended. The route through to Lancaster is easy to find and we met our friends who finally got into Lancaster with the aim of exiting through there. We decided to have a look at some column formations on the way and were amazed at just how good they were! Unfortunately this also meant that during our pretties delay we were overtaken by a large group looking to leave via Lancaster like us, there were 6 in our group and 6 in theirs. More waiting was to follow!

The next hour or so was spent waiting again, getting cold. In the end I persuaded people to shuttle up the rope, eventually getting everyone out in much more rapid time as 3 midgets on a rope at once really does make it faster, and keeps everyone warm!

A hasty retreat was made in the cold and dark (AND WET) to Bullpot Farm before another night of partying for CHECC Saturday night!

Josh

Thanks for running the competition and donating great prizes.

I would talk about the caving of CHECC, but I was part of the unfortunate group that Ari mentioned which attempted and failed to go down Bar Pot. Therefore, I will talk a bit more about the competitions and Exeter's storm to victory with the title of ultimate caving club.

Beer Pong
As is standard, the festivities on Saturday began with beer pong. The Exeter team was decided, with Ed flexing his authority to include himself within the beer pong team, despite some dismal performances on the EUSS summer trip the summer before, along with Liana "scores when she wants" Green.

Cardiff and Aber with easily swept aside by this swarm, to destroy all Welsh dreams of glory, this was followed by a tight game against Kent where Liana managed to sink the winning shot with 3 seconds left on time, and despite an attempt at a fast bolt and an immaculate throw in reply, unfortunately for Kent the throw was done just after time was called, and the resulting sinking of the ball within the Exeter cup was disallowed.

Exeter marched to the final, to face Bristol, who had some very bitter Southampton fans chanting for them after Southampton were easily swatted aside in the first round. The final was just a formality, with Liana again dropping them in as soon as the support reached her acceptable level to bring home the EUSS victory.

I have been reliably informed that Ed contributed only one shot in the entire tournament, suggesting that maybe pre-tournament games might be an indicator of ability.

Pan and Sling

Now was the time for the skinny people to shine, after training on the freshers weekend and the odd social, Liana and Rosziel took to the big stage, and managed to squeeze their combined bodies within a sling that barely fit over the edges of the pan, with one of the more difficult manoeuvres being getting it over Liana's feet at the start. They showed fantastic technique, moving the sling up evenly, and around Rosziel while it was still around Liana's knees. This stunned many of the watchers, and left the only couple left in the competition dumbfounded and defeated when they failed to achieve such an impressive level of success.

Squeeze Machine

Rosziel managed to excel herself again, squeezing through smaller and smaller gaps, bringing gasps of astonishment from the crowd unbelievably popped out the other side of a squeeze that had defeated all other contenders, bringing her another victory to her name.

Costume Competition
For the sake of completeness I will include that we also smashed our way through the competition, with the easily identifiable theme of "Where's Wally". Unfortunately I can't seem to find any photos as evidence of the awesomeness of this outfit, but I'm sure people can imagine what it would look like.

Then the final fact that all but one of our members then went caving the next day, compared to the lazy Plyms (mwahaha) meant that on top of all the other swag earned by members of the club, the club managed to walk away with the prize of Ultimate Caving Club 2015.

Exeter's activities have been pretty broadly covered in this topic already so I'm not sure there's anything I can add there, except good job guys.

This is the seventh checc I've been to, which is nothing in comparison to Ian Holmes' 13th! It's a great event put on thanks to the very hard work of the committee and helpers each year, so its great to see it being such a high standard each time - this past weekend was no exception.

Something that stood out for me this year was how many people got involved with almost all of the activities. As Jenks has said, there was some formidable competition in the games, and there were tough choices to make in each of the entry competitions (for which the prizes are getting really good by the way!)

It struck me how quiet the centre was on Saturday daytime - almost everyone was out either caving or training. The CRO rescue training and practice was run for the first time this year (if I'm right) and seemed to go down really well, which is entirely unsuprising - I'm sure it was a great first insight for a lot of students. The other training is always to a high standard as well, and Stu was pleased (relieved!) that they were so well attended.

The talks were great too! It was quite an honour to have Gavin Newman there, was good to learn something about tracing in caves, and it's always encouraging to see successful expeditions' acheivements and them inviting new cavers along.

Another big aspect of CHECC is to get people out of their home caving zones (Yorkshire's a long way for the Devon clubs but it's worth it!) as well as "networking" and socialising with other people. The evenings were a great opportunity for that, full of lots of friendly (?) banter and conversations til the early morning. A lot of inter club caving trips happened as well which is always a good way of getting to know people!

So all in all - CHECC this year achieved exactly what it meant to I think. Fantastic job all round - thank you so much to all the people who work on it and help, and to everyone for coming along and getting involved

Bump, bump, bumpity bump....

I'll be writing about my visit to the CRO depot.

After being up until 5am on the Saturday morning of CHECC, the prospect of getting up in time to be at the CRO depot in Clapham at 9:30 seemed daunting to say the least. Still, there's nothing like camping on a sodden field in the Dales to get you out of bed nice and early after a night at the CHECC Stomp. Being British, I didn't take advantage of the privilege I had to skip the breakfast queue, I queued with the best of them and bolted down my tray of beans, sausages and hash browns.

We piled ourselves into a car and made it to the Depot just on time. We meeted and greeted (or is that met and gret?) the various members of CRO before sitting down for a brief introduction. The history of CRO was very interesting, and the members of the group had a lot of great stories to tell - even if some were terrifying.

After the introduction was a bit of Cave First Aid, it was time for some hands-on experience. The fellow running this particular session, I think his name was Paul, was excellent - he was really engaging and really knew his stuff. We tried out various scenarios and were taught what to do in each scenario.

Then we split into groups and learnt about the various pieces of equipment used in CRO. As a (probationary) member of DCRO it was quite a surprising to see the differences between the two organisations; I had expected to see some sort of standardisation across British Cave Rescue, but of course the landscape and caves in Derbyshire and the Dales vary so much that you can't draw complete parallels between the two in terms of rescue methods. What surprised me in particular was the Neil Rob stretcher being the primary stretcher in CRO. The vehicles used also differ quite a lot; where the DCRO has an adapted ambulance complete with comms area, the CRO has a fleet of Land Rovers that can drive right up to the entrance of some caves.

After some lunch courtesy of the Clapham Village shop (the nice old lady in there was quite taken aback by a dozen hungry cavers showing up out of the blue, but was more than happy to serve us all), we had a talk on comms - in my opinion one of the most interesting parts of cave rescue! We took a look at the array of radios in the vehicles, and the comms base in the Depot. Then we had a look at the Cave-Link radios which are absolutely amazing, you can send a message from up to 1,300m in the cave (as tested in Gouffre Berger) along a series of Cave-Links to the surface, where a Cave-Link with a GSM Module can retransmit it as a text message to everyone on the CRO team. Essentially, you can send a mass text from deep underground - which is fantastic! I think DCRO are considering getting one so I can't wait to try it out, it sounds a lot better than a Heyphone.

Then finally we had a go at some practical stretcher work, using CRO's casualty doll "Rugged Ron", who despite being an inanimate object actually seems more cooperative than an actual Cave Rescue casualty. We took him out from under the Land Rover (bedding plane), through the vehicle service pit (crawl/climb) and finallywe hauled the casualty up the training ropes (entrance pitch) to the break room (surface). Everything seemed to work out alright and Ron didn't complain much.

After a final debrief we all headed back to the Dalesbridge Centre for an evening of talks and drinks.

A huge thank you to the CRO for doing this, and to CHECC for setting it up - seeing the differences between the methods and equipment used in different CROs was really enlightening and I'm sure everyone that attended certainly learned a lot - it's important for student cavers to learn about cave rescue as we deal with a lot of novices throughout the year.

CHECC for the Aberystwyth Caving Club was ... less than successful. It didn't start well with us being the 'mostly' sober club, whilst also being the most naked on Friday night. It appears the long journey may have made us a tad crazy. Then in true CHECC style no caving was attempted on Saturday.

We began with good intentions, with our President Deri Williams running backwards and forwards trying to sort out trips in an unfamiliar location. However his insatiable love of cave did not rub off on a hungover and tired ACC, who thought that walks, with frequent stops in the various cafes, shops and pubs Ingleton has to offer would be a much more pleasant experience. And it was. Pints of tea were supped in Bernies, followed by pints of beer at one of the many pubs (which are quite similar to some of our haunts in Aber making it feel very homely). Whilst Deri and Aber veterans attempted to cave. We heard nothing from the cave team for many hours, but on their return we heard of cold, wet and misery.

I think the take home message from this is not that the ACC does not have a love of caving it is just our love of tea is far greater.

Final thanks to the CHECC committee for doing a great job and shout out to Thom for doing fantastically on his first forum and the ACC look forward to seeing everybody again soon.

Much love

Joe xx

ACC Gear sec

Rain, tents, port, beer, tea and ... caving?

So this year was my 4th CHECC, I wouldn't consider myself a veteran as I know of those who have been to every single one. However I've been to enough to know that despite bringing all my gear the chances of getting myself caving were fairly slim. As I sat nursing a body that was the wrong side of a bottle and a half of port, I watched our current president try very hard to convince some members that all would be better underground. I had some horrible flashbacks. When I was pres I was determined to get everyone who came to CHECC caving, this resulted in some very hungover and miserable cavers sat in Goatchurch cavern and Sidcots swallet cursing my name. I now had a choice - do I help the current president, or do I attempt shameless self preservation and find somewhere warm, with Tea and food. No prizes as to which decision I came to.

Sat in Bernies watching the rain pelt against the window with a pint of tea and a fish finger sandwich (which due to a slightly bizarre shopping incident was in fact chicken sticks) I felt I'd made the right choice. We got heckled by some Aber oldies who found us, we then pointed out that they weren't caving either and we all agreed that it could soon be time to actually do something with the day. We attempted a walk - it rained (of course) - so we gave up and found a pub.  A couple of hours later we tried again, it rained again. We headed back to CHECC, found another pub and had another pint  Ahead of us were the usual CHECC competitions and another great night of stomp. We were optimistic this year, we had a couple fresher's who would be good at the saucepan and sling and the squeeze box. Unfortunately by the time the competitions came around they could barely stay upright (pretty shameful really as the comps happen early).

The next moring we awoke to a damp apocalypse, during the AGM we were unaware that the wrath of the gods was sweeping through the campsite. As I walked back to the tents I was greeted with the spectacle of collapsed tents all over the place, and even a tent in a tree trying to flee the scene. Our tent faired no better


Blessed with a 5 kilo bag of bombay mix we started back for the wilds of West Wales and home. CHECC had had its way with us and it had been great.
All in all another brilliant CHECC.
Thanks to everyone who organised and helped make it so much fun. Also a big thankyou for the various training workshops, the SRT was much appreciated by a number of ACC.
Catch you all soon.

Our beautiful plans failed to survive first contact with the north.

A trip down the Churns, shedding cold & wet freshers at every exit point until the number of cavers matched the number of SRT kits & everyone got strung up in Alum on their first proper SRT trip, would clearly be fatal. Thinking of an alternative would be hard, but marginally easier than explaining to the uni that they were down several student loans.

The younger Aberites, brought up on the luxury of OFD, didn?t have the necessary character to deal with Yorkshire. This was shameful, but made things easier. Only old rope dangeling hands caved, negating the need to provide any horizontal element to the trip. We pumped for Cow Pot to Lancaster Hole, mainly cus nothing nearer the road was pre-rigged.

After epic amounts of faff at bull pot farm (the quid to change inside is probably the best pound I?ve ever spent) we split into two groups. I knew the way, so was pleased to have a rare opportunity to show off to a crack team of Southern cavers: Josh, Pat, Alice and Liv ? the finest Plymouth can provide, and Holly, the most intrepid EUSS recruit. We also had an ULSA and a Cardiff helmet in our group, cus 2/3rds of Southern cavers have to work so hard to remember SRT they forget the basics. Cheers guys.

ACC?s Sam & Deri hadn't been down Cow Pot so split off alone. Josh & Pat joined them when they discovered a queue at the top of Lancs.

We descended in to the abyss, which was extremely welcoming after the horrific conditions outside.

We explored the formations straight in front of you when you arrive at the bottom of the pitch, then larked off to Cow Pot. The boys (minus Deri, who had hurt his hand in Bratchley?s trip report) reached the ground as we got to the top of Fall Pot. Alice & I got behind another group at the bottom of Fall Pot, while the boys had overtaken them. This was entirely my fault.

Alice & I caved as a pair, joining the others to marvel at the columns.

Then we all went home for tea and medals. I was last out of Lancaster & was slow due to a sprained ankle. It was pretty heroic of of Josh & Pat to wait at the top, give em an OBE.

Cheers to the awesome CHECC committee for another great weekend (knight them, knight them all) and cheers to UKC and sponsors for some great prizes 

I was sad I couldn?t make it to CHECC but I?d stupidly failed to book the time off, and if you work in an NHS operating theatre pulling sickies is lower than you ever get underground.

My SRT kit went though, these are its adventures.

?When I was pulled out of my dark cupboard I was very happy. I hadn?t had an adventure since September.

I clinked away up north, lovingly entangled in my owner?s girlfriend?s SRT kit. I am so glad my owner has a caving girlfriend, as I was lonely being the only kit in the cupboard until the girlfriend & her harness moved in.

Imagine how pleased I was, after hours of anticipation, to find myself in Bull Pot Farm, with talk of a Cow Pot to Lancs trip. Yay, an entrance where an SRT kit can excel itself. However I was brutally pulled to pieces, my constituent parts scattered across the changing room and my nice, snug buckles violated. Some large incompetent was struggling to put me on. Eventually he managed it, but was so confused by my shiny pantin that my owner?s girlfriend decided he couldn?t be trusted with it, & it went back in the dry bag all on its lonesome.

I jangled with anticipation as we headed off to Cow Pot, feeling alive in the cold air and enjoying the sting of the rain which lashed down. Unfortunately the man who?s waist I encircled wasn?t. He got so cold he failed to notice his hand was protecting what is left of the red on my go until his weight had been on my cows tails for quite some time. Then he hurt too much to go caving, and took me back to Bull Pot Farm, abandoned me in the drybag to commiserate with the plantain and went off to consume liquid pain killers.

The girlfriend was pleased to see me, but then forgot about me until she was back at the Dalesbridge. Sam, the driver, is a wonderful human being and went back for me. My tiblock & pully snuck off to be with him out of gratitude (and also cus his SRT kit is well hot).

The next day I was given to a girl who wanted to do SRT practice. I enjoyed wrapping myself around her slim waist, lying smoothly across he buttocks, being pervy in her crotch and nestling between her breasts. Some people don?t like the objectification of women, but as an object myself I don?t see what the problem is. 

I?d had many happy times on the Inglesport climbing wall, snuggling up to people practicing mid rope rescues and I was pleased to be back. The young woman was really excited for SRT practice, and I thought we could have great times together, but just before she got on the rope the horrible girlfriend came back, made me get in a dry bag and took me back to London, where the horrid climbing gear laughed at me for not doing more on my weekend away.     

Please let my entry count, UKC moderators. I?d be so happy if Aber won a harness to be my friend and to save me from the next generation of ACC?s cack handedness. The metalwear I used to see on ACC trips would love to get a new harness it could be attached to and go exploring with. Thank you.

xxxx

Chris? SRT kit

The adventures of ACC, CHECC 2015
As CHECC came to a close, and the ACC minibus left for the long drive home, four eager cavers were determined to make up for the failed attempts at caving the previous day, and in their endeavour to go places that they couldn?t previously, decided to try and learn the secrets of the single rope technique. Of these fantastic four I was their bold and competent leader, Deri Williams (Epic pres of Aberystwyth caving club). As my right hand man I had Will Davies (Social sec) and two freshers; Rachel Huws (plucky first year) and Chelsey Morris (Delightful driver) as well as a friendly cardiffian along for the ride.
After arriving at the Inglesport climbing wall, we set about adjusting our one borrowed srt kit to fit Chelsey, it was immediately realised that with the amount of time it takes to change an srt harness to fit the diverse physiologies of our ensemble, and the fact that only one person could climb at any one time meant that the feasibility of all of us getting trained was looking bleak. However, due to the ever generous caving community, three kits were secured from Plymouth. With the training now afoot, (With the exception of Rachel, who chose to observe from the side-lines) the real action started. Chelsey was taken to another room as we said prayers for the unfortunate man who had to teach her, while Will and I stayed together. I already had some experience with srt, and was left to my own devices while the instructor focused on the completely new Will. Will took to the rope well, and under the wisdom of the instructor was doing quite well. I on the other hand did the usual, and fell victim to my own stupidity. Once I was 5 feet off the ground and thinking ahead to the re-belay, I felt myself drop a foot along with a ping! noise. Slightly confused and now attached much less securely to the rope, I worked my way to the ground before examining my harness. I seemed that I had, in my eagerness to learn, forgotten to close my central D-ring.
This could have been brushed aside if not for the fact that when later descending the rope, I somehow attached my braking krab to the loop of the re-belay, and due the tension on the rope was stuck there for a while until a Houdini style escape was executed. The now worried Rachel provided moral support and jibes in equal measure.
Despite being mocked for the entire 200 mile journey home, no harm was done and the rest of the training went without incident. We recovered Chelsey from the now weary (and likely deaf) instructor, had food, and set off back to less windy lands.

The sad ending of the long suffering Aberystwyth Caving Club tent

On the 29th November 2015 at the Dalesbridge centre ACC said a fond farewell to the ACC tent, in is long life it had been to many many CHECCs (we have lost count). Normally being set up in the dark mostly after too many beers or whiskey rum ect, for no reason at all because everyone sensible sleeps inside.
In this occasion the tent was carefully set up in a perfect spot as near to the car as possible.  All weekend it as very windy and wet. Many much better looking tents half the age of the club tent also suffered a similar faint.

On the Saturday night the tent had been sick in many times once on the door and once again for good measure in one of the bedrooms. After a windy night we woke up amazed the tent was still standing. After having breakfast (Thanks CHECC) and a nice cup of tea, we returned to take the tent down to find it had taken itself down for us. It saved us much effort removing sick. 
After a post-mortem many poles were snapped and material ripped. 

All in all ACC had a great time at CHECC some ACC members even went caving. I somehow found myself pouring baked been down the toilet on two occasions.

We will always remember you, club tent

After a very long car journey from Bris sat cross legged (there was more kit than we thought...) we arrived at windy Dalesbridge. I promptly fell out of the car as the feeling was yet to return to my feet... and so the covering of all my clothes in mud began! We found the bunk room that UBSS was in and I claimed the table for sleeping on when/if people went to bed.

Waking bright and early after about 3 hours sleep, it was decided that a group of us were going to Bar Pot. After much faffing (a regular occurrence for UBSS) we headed out only to realise when we started getting changed that someone didn't have the right kit! After a return trip to Dalesbridge, we all kitted up and headed off. It was a nice walk until the curse of the hangover struck and I was feeling very ill. After what felt like hours we arrived at the cave and I then had to work out how to put SRT kit....

That challenge accomplished, we got underground. Having only ever SRTed (definitely a word!) underground once before in Hunter's Hole, it was all very new and exciting and considerably bigger! We had a good trip, looking up at daylight which seemed a long way off and getting a face full of water!

The way back out was hard work, with the big pitch being longer than I had ever ascended. We arrived at the bottom of the last pitch to find 2 other CHECC cavers waiting. They were from EUSS and the rest of their group was on the surface waiting to come in.... it turns out they had been lost for 3 hours trying to find the entrance for Bar Pot. We discussed with them a plan and then ascended to speak to their very cold counterparts on the surface. We agreed to extend their call out so they could go in to the cave a little way and then we made the long walk back to the car in the howling wind and dark!

CHECC was a great weekend, thanks to everyone who made it happen! Bring on next year! 

How to win the sling game?

Step 1. Get a skinny partner. If you are girl a strong but skinny and tall boy is preferable. If you are a boy, get an attactive partner!!... I mean, sorry a small, skinny flexible who has good balance. OR two skinny girl can make up a pair, (that's how they won this game at CHECC this year) but I am gonna exclude this solution since it is not as much fun as hetero pairs... you know what I mean right?

Step 2: Find the suitable footware for the standing on the pan person. No, wearing just socks is NOT good. You are gonna torture your partner by your foot smell  which lower your chances of winning and it makes your foot very wobbly. Wellies are good for most of the time, but not when the diameter of the sling is less than the pan's. Be ambitious, think foward.

Step 3: Wear skinny clothes, no baggy jeans. Even if you don't win the audience will appreciate your curves, muscles. No, you don't need to take off your clothes while you are playing... That 1 mm won't help you win the game but you may be able to win some mobile numbers or dates.

Step 4: Practice. You will look very silly by doing this, but I promise you it does help. Also you can get close and very intimate with your partner. If you are really smart you denied my advices in Step 1 and you just picked the most attractive member from your club. If not, well... you can still win the game. Not your crush though...

Step 4: Don't drink alcohol! It ruins your balance... but it gives you confidence. Just think about it...Confidence for taking off your clothes and getting intimate with your crush.. Pick your booze and your crush..

See you won the game or not, but certainly had some fun

If you are really smart you denied my advices in Step 1 and you just picked the most attractive member from your club.

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An unfortunate strategy for MUSC, where the odds are good but the goods are odd...

Some highly entertaining posts up there.  Prizes drawn later when we get back from work.

Oli mk11 - if you want to be included then we've got to see that tent.  Photo doesn't show up on here.  You've got a few hours to correct it.
Best of luck to all

https://goo.gl/photos/xs6W1ah9ddx4FZJ67 Does a link count?

Goodbye to an old friend  If that tent could write a story, eh?