Present: Martyn Grayson, Glyn Roberts, Angus Sawyer, Thomas Spriggs, Ann Soulsby, Richard Tooley
Eleven-ish or maybe twelve-ish and Glyn, Tom and myself stood at the top of 'Nettle Pot'. The solid concrete cap and steel lid was a new addition since I had last been here, over fifteen years ago. That was not the only difference, this time it was already rigged - and little did we know it, we were carrying a sentient rope! The early risers had come here earlier, while we enjoyed a lie in and a leasurely breakfast, and were now somewhere below.