Joanne Whistler
Unable to stand the stench emanating from my body any longer, I planned a daring mission to salvage my personal hygiene. Equipped with only a bar of soap, a clean pair of knickers and a caving ladder, I ventured into the unknown territory that is the shower block on the NEW CAMPSITE. I pulled myself up onto the wall adjacent to the showers and gasped as I glimpsed the unspoilt beauty of this largely unvisited chamber. Tying my ladder to a handy beam (I think this counts as rigging off naturals') I descended into the sparking whiteness. After regaining a degree of cleanliness I retraced my steps and escaped unscathed to the food tent.