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.

We saw, we went, we presented. Laura's car may have survived but her ankle did not.

One final Yorkshire trip before the next wave of novices descends upon the club! Given a weekend at the Red Rose, a large trip to Easegill was compulsory on the Saturday, followed by trips to Bull Pot of the Witches, and Cow Pot on Sunday.