Present: Anthony, Julia, Al, Martin, Bec, Andy, Andrew
Julia: It was cold. Chips are good value and garlic bread isn’t. Rigged down to second Y (wet route) then Al shouted up that it was too wet to descend so we didn’t. It was almost too wet to ascend. But we did. Martin came down to see if we’d heard Al, and Al came to top of first pitch to make sure we hadn’t drowned. It was scary and big.
Bec: The dry bit was still wet, but no chance of drowning. Outside it hailed and the coffee was warm.
Andy: I HAD DRY PANTS.
Bec: Hurray! Hear the heavenly choir sings its angelic praises to Andy’s dry pants.
Julia: I lost my NEW kneepad and a glove.