Booking the ferry for the Hoy trip what’s your reg no, read Darryls text; Bugger had forgot all about that. I was midway through my work season in France and sleep and reasoning were in short supply. I’m sure I volunteered myself on the basis of having a car large enough for the mountains of gear needed for the trip and not for my extensive knowledge of trad which consisted of 3 days at Swanage.
16 club members eventually made it to Tomich, just over 600 miles ooop north and over the border. We were all installed by Saturday night to some prime accommodation on the Guisachan estate (home of the golden retriever), in 5 cottages arranged around a farm courtyard, spacious, nicely appointed, dry and warm.