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Lots of things happened and the whole affair was truly marvellous and somewhat sordid.

The meal was quite nice, but everyone seemed quiet after last night’s effort and a day’s caving. Après meal things livened up and again much merriment and jollity ensued. Johnny Philips made his traditional speech in the great out-of-doors, in the (non) light of the lunar eclipse. There were fireworks, pool games, table dancing, cross dressing… the list goes on!

On the Sunday, DUSA awoke and gorged and cleaned. Then we set of home, calling for a pint or so at the Station Inn and the White Bear (Ribblehead and Masham respectively). Upon return to Durham, we sorted gear and scattered. Several of us met up later in the Colpitts after a shower and change.