Glorious weather greeted our first trip of the year to God's Own Country. We made our way down Juniper Gulf, an impressive rift cave with a huge shaft, and on Sunday we practiced rigging in Kingsdale.

The weather was a little unsettled for our planned Penyghent assault so instead we wandered up Masongill for a go at Marble Steps and Ireby on Saturday. Sensible people returned to Ireby on Sunday whilst some severely misled people visited Rift Pot.

In spite of the heavy showers which barred access to the OFD streamway, Saturday saw a satisfying mélange of trips from the Top entrance, with visits to Swamp Creek, Bagpipe Chamber and Midnight Passage. We visited Cwm Dwr on Sunday checking out the Divers Pitch and the Confluence.

ICCC is always hungry for caving and so we decided to go caving in Hungary. We spent 6 days exploring the best caves Hungary has to offer. Nestled in the Bukk Mountains we traversed several km underground through Baradla Barlang, a vast river, descended 300 m on iron ladders deep into Szepesi, and caved with the Budapest caving clubs finest.

Revolution is in the air. The masses are weary of rampant globalisation enforced upon them by liberal elite. Too long had their voices been unheard. Democracy trumps all in the end and so, in a grand populist message to the establishment, the old guard has been swept away and a new better order has been established.

Congratulations to the new committee:

And also commiserations to the winners of the following awards:

Herman Herz: Arun Paul for obvious reasons.
For Evans' Sake: Tanguy Racine (again) for so many obvious reasons deposited around the place.

Announcement: AGM 21st March 7pm Union bar. Don't miss the election of the new committee!

A trip to the surprsingly pleasant Peak District. Our party did the classic JH to Peak trip (through Colostomy crawl of course) on Saturday and on Sunday some explored more of Peak and others derigged JH.

Throughly pissed on by the back end of Doris we were rained out of several caves on Saturday. Jingling, Bull and Rowten all too wet! Sunday trips to Easegill (Lanc and WR) with mixed success.

A mean, lean team set off from London with one goal — to cave until we could cave no more. On Saturday Tanguy lead us on a mad dash from Top Sink through to Stake Pot, splitting into a Lank and Mistral team. On Sunday we tackled the glories of Alum and the thrutchy majesty of Washfold.

We picked up three stray cavers hitch hiking along the M1 to swell our ranks in view of a three-pronged attack on Kingsdale. On Saturday we visited mighty King, pernicious Vespers and damp Rowten. Sunday saw a jaunt to Sunset Hole and Great Douk in wintry conditions.