This begins with a glen
It begins with a season,
Which for want of a better reason,
We’ll call ‘April’.
Thus began, in March, the journey to the YSS schoolhouse at seven o’clock on a Friday evening. Three cars worth of cavers and gear speeding south through the darkness – wonga! Much, much merriment & jollity followed, in the pub which never closes…
…and we awoke a few hours later to cook/eat a be-ay-yoo-tiful cooked breakfast. There were several trips to join, for SRT, bumbling, digging etc.