Well, what can I say? Nothing, but I can
bloody well moan!
Woody was very helpful with making sure that
we had enough rope and things so that the trip could go ahead should anybody
call Steve or me. But nothing. Not a phone call, a text, nor either e-mail nor
carrier pigeon were heard or seen.
Tons of rope was
ferried over to Woody’s flat only to return sad, lonely and
Nott’s was the first ever trip I did with the
White Rose. And I remember a right set of characters that turned out. It was
also on one of the wettest days of the year. Never seen a flood pulse before and
glad that I've not seen one since. Thought that it would be a good trip to
get us out together as a caving club. Maybe we should put the children’s play
cave that the U.W.F.R.A. run at Kilnsey show on the next