Speedwell - Upstream Series

Having eaten my second breakfast in the Chapel with the old lads from the Eldon, who went on and on about the total bunch of lightweights which they reckon constitutes the modern DCRO, I left them to their Titan trip while I headed up to Speedwell armed to the teeth with tea, snap, rope, tools, drill and a bunch of thunderbolts. Everybody I had asked was injured, poorly, on holiday or swanning off to the Mendips for a Swillies round trip. But what did I care? Billy-No-Mates Brentnall, that’s me.