Now I have lots of jars of redcurrant jelly to get through....
After a little debate about where to go, some faffing packing up our decorating clothes, and a short wait for the birthday-boy Boris to arrive, we decided to head off for the Peak's premier gritstone crag - Stanage...
We heard the Downes hut was in need of a little attention, so I gathered some troops for a weekend of work...
The plan was for a weekends caving with Rachel and Richard, but the Bank Holiday weather somewhat disrupted our plans, so Sunday was a late start following an expedition planning meeting...
45 miles from the English-Welsh border to the Irish Sea
Yesterday we had an impossibly pedantic meeting at work where a "security expert" explained what testing needed to be completed to gain a given level of accreditation...
Two days of caving (and one of driving) in South Wales. A lovely way to spend a wet bank holiday weekend...
I had thought that the wetness of last year’s August weather could not be beaten, we had 199.8 mm of rain in August last year. But it can be, this year we’ve had a staggering 212.4 mm in August!
We phoned the plumber this morning. I think French plumbers go to the same school as British plumbers. They could no longer come today, how about tomorrow?!?
