Our latest adventure took us deep into the heart of North Wales, the home of our very own president, to delve into the region’s rich mining heritage. No trip, however, is complete without a little vehicular drama, and once again, our minibus decided to give us trouble — this time with an AdBlue fault. The RAC came to our rescue, saving us from being stranded in the middle of the Welsh countryside.

Our annual first aid course, though uncharacteristically early in the calendar year. While most learned about various gruesome things that can happen to a human body, others took advantage of their smaller numbers to organise a trip to Fountains Fell and get some pizza, with varying levels of success.

Swildon's, Cider, (S)Weil's disease. An Old Lags' weekend in the Mendips, from the perspective of New Lags.

Ged is ded, long live Ged.

Snow Snow and more Snow. Despite all odds we even managed to go caving! A Sunday of laze, igloo building and sledging rounded off a fantastic weekend.

Christmas Dinner is made, Long Kin West ceases to exist, Trapdoor happens (many times), Knock felled. All in all a very successful tour!

KYW is ded. Bangor was there.

A superb weekend of internet stardom, film set glamour, minibus roof-riding terror and we even went caving (with death defying waterfalls!) all from the trusty NPC, now with SRT rig and upgraded drying room. What a weekend!

Naturally for the smallest hut we gathered together the largest number of people possible until we had 2.5x as many people as there were beds. The upside of having an unreasonable number of people was an unresaonable amount of fun! With both freshers and lags abound, this weekend was certainly a cracking one!

Ogof Fynnon Ddu II with our new cavers, a certified classic. Plus ça change, plus c'est la même chose.