Colmcille Climbers

Well, here goes again - noone else writes reports for the website so I end up doing it and then everyone moans about my sarcastic sense of humour. Pete

26th/27th May 2001, Skelpoonagh Bay, Camping Weekend.
These people were there: Maria Smith, John Smith, Jason Frazer, Al Millar, Stu Hamilton, Alan Tees, Margaret Tees, Martin McGuigan, Mary McGuigan, Aoife McGuigan, Mark McGuigan, Jessica (Sorry, don't know your surname), Colleen McGuigan (and escort...Seamus?), Robert Roulston, Andrew Roulston, Sally Cook, Caspar Cook and me. [Camp Pic]

I don't know what routes anyone did, although I hear that some of them were brilliant [pic]. We gathered around the campfire on Saturday night with plenty of food, booze and music. Alan played the banjo, Mark played the bodhran, Martin played the mouth organ and the bones (and the fool) and Aoife produced the only non-working tin whistle in the history of Ireland. With Alan's genuine Greek ouzo to lubricate throats a good old sing-song was had. I stayed admirably sober and sensible, as usual, so that I could shepherd stragglers to bed and catch an hour's sleep before rising, bright and chirpy, with the waens at breakfast time. (The "w" shaped constellation was Cassiopeia, not Cygnus - apologies to anyone who was listening to me)

On Sunday morning I took the children to mass (that bit is true) and by the time we arrived back everyone was packing to go due to the iffy-looking weather. Alan Tees did a few routes with Robert, but Al Millar couldn't persuade anyone to second him.

Then we all went home.