In my defence.
I'm easily led: read on;
Did t' search, you know? see top of page.
Organised t' trip.
Took the oh! I'm double-booked phone calls.
Readied myself (And Bradley! gaurdian of 'Owd-Git caving H.Q.)
Besuited in a fetching shade of shitty- plumb undersuit, besplendant England football shorts and the obligatory pink-laced pit-boots. (you know i couldn't claim that spuriously!.)
I forged my way O're hill and Dale. To the latest abode of an intrepid fellow caver in Parwich.
I left the new gaurdian of 'Owd-Git' caving H. Q. in place.
On the entrance I reccie-ed the lower entrance. Tho opted for the rear entrance (keep your thoughts clean!Jons kid's were at home.)
I was met at the entrance walk by kathryn, she led the trip to the kitchen, a spacious and suprisingly well lit chamber.
We hailed the rest of the party from t' PS2. or 3 watevva!
Jon managed to negociate 'the Hallway',
better than head-height passage, with several ways off!
we took a recumbant position at a 'table' to further plan the route.
After Jon and family had snacked we assailed 'the way of stairs' to a passage with four or so leads off.
Jon was concerned re- a draughting in a chambre off the corridor so we traversed to a light and draught connection with, probably, the outside.
I advised new and more effetive metal-work. ( This would stop a draughty window.)
The return journey was interupted with a discussiion re- a major dig!!!!
a wall, preventing a free passage to a good duck! (and a rubber one,)
We latterly, having agreed a further job or two on his new house, retired to the home of hen-racing, as it was too late to make further use of my rediculous attire.
In short; Yes !
That was my van.
If you mean t' silly racing Transit.
Piccies to follow.
Owd Git.