Southern Council

At the Annual Meeting held on Saturday 31st of May, the
secretary, Tim Reynolds, resigned.  Tim
has spent quite a few years at this thankless task and it is, perhaps, not
sufficiently realised just how much Tim has done to ensure that our views have
been put over and, in many cases, acted upon. We all owe Tim a most hearty vote of thanks.

For much of the time he was secretary, Tim battled on alone,
but recently there has been a growing awareness of the importance of trying to
influence the thinking of caving councils by taking part – a process that the
B. B. is doing its best to foster.  At
present, the B.E.C. is playing a major part. Not only are three of the four trustees of the Southern Council’s
company members of our club, but the job of being Tim’s successor had been
taken on by Dave Irwin while Alfie has been elected to the new position of
official chairman of the council.

Committee Posts

Because of his new commitments to the Southern Council which
represent a great deal of work, and in line with the precedent set by Tim, Dave
Irwin is resigning from his position as Hon. Sec. of the B.E.C. but is staying
on the committee.  In accordance with
recent practice, the club committee are giving notice that a vacancy exists,
and this may be taken as the official announcement.  However, it is hardly possible to run the
club without an Hon. Sec. and Mike Wheadon has volunteered to take on the job
in the meantime and also to put himself forward as an applicant for the
job.  We should, I feel, thank Mike for
his public spirit and wish him the best of luck!

Andy Nichols has a new job which takes him away from Mendip
and has had to resign as Caving Secretary. This job is now being done by Tim Large. We are, of course, still short of a Climbing Sec.  Any offers?


From having plenty of material a month or two ago, we find
ourselves in the more usual position of having very little for this edition of
the B.B.  I feel that we rely too heavily
on a few stalwarts who can be relied on to produce an article on almost anything
(or even nothing at a pinch) whenever the need arises.  This month looks as if it will be a mixture
of stodge (about caving politics again!) and social news, with very little
about caving and climbing.  I am sure
that there must be more members who do something occasionally which they can write
about.  Why not have the odd go at it,
and help the B.B. to have a greater variety of authors and subjects

Car Badges

These are now available again, at the modest price by
today’s standards, of £1.75 or, as we used to say, thirty five bob.  This bargain offer is for a limited period
only, after which they will go up to their proper pride of £2.  How about one for your new Mercedes?


The Secretary wishes to announce in plenty of time that the
dinner will again be at the

, Wells, as it was
last year.  Saturday, 4th October is the
day.  More details will follow in later
B.B.’s Meanwhile, keep this day free (there is also an A.G.M. of course).  Last year’s dinner was voted by many to have
been amongst the best ever held.  Don’t
mss this one!


It should perhaps; be headed ‘Ringpiece’.  The Ed’s collection of Hunters songs has now
reached the total of 76.  If one includes
caving Songs, it comes to over a hundred. Will the publications department dare to publish a B.E.C. Hundred Best


Letters To The Editor

21 Hillcrest,


Dear Sir,

Living as I do between the Mendip and
and being an ex-caver very interested in geological
phenomena, I have often wondered why it is that the Mendips are relatively
well-endowed with extensive cave systems, yet the Cotswolds have, as far as I
know, no cave systems of any sort.  Both
these hill systems are products of folding and each system is comparable one
with the other in the intensity of folding. Therefore the jointing and bedding configuration is similar, as may be
seen by comparison of the many quarries in Cotswold and Mendip.

The chemical nature of the rocks in each system is the same
(around 90% calcium carbonate) and the solubility of Mendip limestone and
Cotswold oolite is similar, oolite being slightly more soluble in bulk due to
its greater surface area/mass ratio.  The
physical nature of the two rocks is rather different.  Mendip rock is hard in almost all of its
strata.  Cotswold rock is as hard as
Mendip in only about 5% of its total thickness. Elsewhere it may be almost as soft as chalk.  I would be most grateful if, through the
pages of your bulletin your readers who are erudite (probably all of them) on
this subject could provide suitable explanations.

Yours Sincerely,
Dave Morgan.

Note:     What about it, blokes?  We should know, but Dave Morgan assures me
that he once asked ‘Herby’ Balch this question and got no satisfactory answer.


4 Galmington Lane,
, Somerset.

Dear Alfie,

I seem and hear, frequent complaints based on the theme
‘they don’t know the words’.  I suggest
that it is unfair of the more senior members of the club to make such
statements when ‘they’ haven’t had a chance to learn.  In the days when a sing-song at the Hunters
was a regular occurrence, we all had the opportunity forced on us. Nowadays,
too many non-cavers use this hostelry to make it either wise or opportune to
consider using the Hunters for sing-songs. I believe it is time that we who ‘know the words’ or might be expected
to, got together and fixed some firm dates for singing lessons.  I suggest the Belfry from 11 p.m. to midnight
and later if nobody objects

“Sett ”

Any comments from would be singers or noise abatement


120 Pearson Lane


Dear Alfie,

Please, please publish this letter to the editor the next
issue of the B.B.

I note with great interest the comments of Alfie in the
April/May issue of the Belfry Bulletin regarding the present vacancy in the
committee for a Climbing Secretary.

I have for a long time thought that the existence a club
officer entitled ‘Climbing Secretary’ in this club is anomalous, considering
that only a small proportion of B. E. C. members are, in fact, climbers.

Climbing as a pure sport goes on happily outside of clubs
and societies such as our own.  It is a
competitive sport totally dominated by individualists who seem to feel no
desire or real need of clubs and I do not think that Kangy King himself will
disagree with this statement.  I think
that, as needs change within our club, we now need a Mountaineering Secretary –
albeit climber, fell walker or both, but basically someone who identifies and
keeps in touch with all the members of the club who want to participate in the
objects of Clause 2(c) of the present club constitution.

I find it very perplexing that there is so much over lapping
of Mountaineering activities by the Climbing section and ‘the rest’ of the
club, particularly of that of away meets, and I suspect that the reasons are
largely political.  I feel strongly that
the enjoyment of a more significant body of members would be furthered if we
simply altered the title of one officer and, more to the point, the
expressiveness of his role.

The rare bods who have ascended to the dizzy heights of
Climbing Secretary have for too long represented a minority electorate at the
expense of an unrepresented and growing band of all-round mountaineers and in
so doing have prolonged the existence of a hallowed cult, so obviously out of
proportion to the size and nature of the club.

In conclusion, I hope and indeed ask that consideration will
be given to the views of the writer and that correspondence takes place within
these pages, and if needs be, the matter is discussed at the forthcoming A.G.M.
– oh, and please remember to hail “Below!” before you dislodge any
little stones on top of me from your towering stances.

Without Prejudice,
Bob Cross.

Note:     One hopes that Climbers, fell
walkers, mountaineers and all these fascinating sub-divisions of the sport or
pastime will come forward to put their points of view in the B.B.  I, for one, had no idea how distinct all these
people were, having the rather naive view that our Climbing Section did all
these things – and even went caving on occasion.  Perhaps someone like Kangy might prevailed
upon to put us straight on this subject?

Friday Night Club

These meets are organised by Richard Kenney, and further
details may be obtained from him at ‘Yennek’, St. Mary’s Road, Meare,

.  His telephone number is Meare Heath 296.

All meets are at 7.30 p.m. at the site named except those in

for which Richard should be contacted.

June 27th                      Longwood.

July 12th                       Wales.

July 25th                       Thrupe.

August 8th                    Swildons.

August 22nd                  Stoke Lane.

September 5th.              Cuthbert’s.

September 20th             Wales.

October 3rd                   Hilliers/Shatter.

October 17th                 G.B.

October 31st                 Pinetree Pot.


Mik’s Peregrinations

Owing to certain supply problems, strangely enough having
nothing to do with the absence of up-to-date lists of members of lack of B.B.
covers, I have just taken the opportunity of reading a past article and was not
very impressed.  I think that I
demonstrate a certain amount of nerve in inflicting another load of rubbish on
you, but ‘yer tis’ for April/May.

The first item on my list is to congratulate the gallant
band of Belfry regulars who have worked so hard in re-vamping the Belfry.  Being nowadays no longer a regular visitor to
the Shed, I think that the club has again done extremely well in convincing
those who use the facilities most to do the work.  As you know – or if you don’t I’ll tell you –
the Women’s Dormitory has been resited to where the Changing Room used to be;
their shower has also been resited and there are now two fully operational
water closets within the confines of the Belfry.  The Changing Area and Showers have been
combined and both the Living Room and the Men’s Dormitory modified.  Lockers have also been constructed.  Workers were mainly Butch; John D & W;
Graham; Colin; Chris; Keith; Martin and, of course, Angie.

Whilst I’m chatting about modifications, it occurs to me
that those who no longer manage to get to Mendip very often will have no notion
of the further modifications to the Hunters. This is being undertaken by Roger (with local assistance) and consists
of his ‘gutting’ the remaining outbuildings and barns attached to the south
side of the pub.  This will provide him
with increased living accommodation on the upper level and a reasonably large
room at ground level capable of catering for larger parties – could it be that
Roger has the smaller club dinners in mind? Being rather concerned for my alternate home and any threat of my losing
ground, I elicited from Roger a firm promise that there is always plenty of
room for cavers – so not to worry.

With this first mention of caving comes the first serious
matter.  I have been hearing dark
mutterings after hours about a body known as NCA.  It always seems slightly ridiculous to me
that we produce these bodies, which immediately form committees and pontificate
on many matters on which they are really no more expert than the rest of us
(other than myself, I mean.)  This time
it seems that tackle is the question and with it comes the warning that we
should all be aware of the inherent dangers in setting up any authority which
could establish tenets not necessarily appropriate for all occasions.

BEC tackle has recently become an item of note.  Firstly, because only a short while ago there
were some complaints that we had none, and now a report that the matter has
dramatically improved.  Ladders have been
manufactured using our own Tellurit press and, as comfort for the sceptics,
samples have been taken and satisfactorily tested at Bristol Wire Ropes.  Just one small (?) complaint from
Graham.  Some members (and non-members)
are treating tackle with less care than it deserves.  Normally, I wouldn’t mind too much, but it
might be my life – not yours so take Graham’s tip and take care of tackle.

Having gone mad and exercised my prejudices last month, I
have to report that yet again SRT is in the news.  This time, it is the arrival within the club
of a batch of the long awaited Gibb Rope Walkers.  I understand that the
expedition will be using these if their trip through PSM takes place as planned
this summer.

Finally, although this month it seems that I could add more,
I must mention one or two snippets of gossip: Butch is off to
Kenya for a spell towards the end of July and
Andy Nichols, who is clearly more intrepid, is removing his soliciting and
residence to
Yorkshire (where the real caves
are!)  I know it will be over by the time
you read it, but Bishop is having a party in costume at the end of May.  Even more finally, talking to Patti Palmer
who was away sans husband for a skiing holiday said that she was disappointed
because she had really just learned how to stop when she had to return!

(Owing to the two month’s coverage in the last B. B., we
feel obliged to print a postscript from ‘Mik’ which you will find immediately
following.  Editor.)


Peregrination Postcript

Having issued a double B.B., our editor has once again
stolen the summer to go on holiday (that’s the second consecutive year he’s
done that) and left me with the not-to-be-missed opportunity to add a
postscript to my wanderings and bring the scene up to date.

On the Sunday of the Bank Holiday, the Bishops fancy dress
party took place.  This party, which
nobody appeared to be formally invited to, was rather surprisingly well
attended and at an early hour a huge number of well disguised bods turned up at
the Hunters, to the delight of the weegees for a pre-party pint or three.  Obviously to mention all present would read
like pages from Debrett, but I must note that the Bishop was a bishop whilst
Liz, until she flaked, was Andy Pandy. Many present were in hired costumes. Butch and Barrie (until Butch, who had recently been vaccinated, retired
to bed) as front and rear parts of a pantomime horse.  Historically speaking there were Richard and
Barbara Stevenson – Medieval; Dick and Anne West – Tudor; Bob Scammel and Anne
– Quaker and Mike and Maureen Wheadon – Georgian.  There were many others bright enough to
manufacture their own costumes.  Sid
Hobbs was, need I say, a Viking, Mac McAnnus and Ken James in drag, Phil Hendy
as the Wessex resident amateur brain surgeon, Ian Jepson as Perseus with an
extremely lifelike Gorgon’s head, Brenda Wilton as Minnie Mouse and Angie, who
worked on almost all the BEC’s costumes, as a second row forward.  An extremely good and liquid time was had by

The Bishop party also, as it happens, turned out to be an
excellent prelude to Priddy Sports Day, when again the BEC turned out in some
force (no sign of bicycles though) and, I am pleased to say, Butch was
sufficiently recovered to get himself ‘into a state’ again at the Hunters
before travelling to the New Inn where he gave a superb demonstration of how to
photograph aircraft passing overhead whilst falling flat on his back.  The BEC Priddy residents were well to the
fore, with Liz Bishop now recovered and the

‘ and the Searle family on parade.  The Thomases arrived late though Hilary did
not (I’m told) win any events.  John
(Jonjon) Hildick caught the envious eye of

because he displayed on his coat lapel
a number of badges advertising him as committee member and treasurer. 


is now convinced that he should now have a Treasurer’s Badge.  Before leaving the sports day subject, I must
mention just one jarring note.  It seems
that some partygoers in their exuberance chose to let down the sports day marquee
– not on your own doorstep, please, chaps!

The pre-Pyrenean activities continue to provide some fodder
for this article.  The latest addition to
the equipment for the trip is a rather superb modern style goon suit which has
a waterproof zip instead of the old neck or chest seal.  Anyway, two or three weekends ago saw a small
party of new proud owners adorning themselves in these suits on the bank of the
mineries ready for a splash about.  This,
needless to say, provided much amusement for the various weegees who seem to
congregate at the mineries these days. All I hope now is that I shall be able to report at a future date that
this new apparel was successful in assisting the intrepid B.E.C. party to get
through the P.S.M.

Insurance Sub-Committee

Set up at the request of the last A.G.M. to look into
various knotty problems concerning the state of insurance and associated legal
aspects, this sub-committee, aided by various outside experts, have produced
their findings.  Since there is no need
for the entire report to be circulated, a summary will be included in next
months B.B.


Deserts and their Survival Problems

Since we have had enough fine,
and sometimes hot weather lately to form the makings of a decent summer for
once, the next article, on survival under desert conditions, may be rather more
appropriate than usual. In fact, it comprises some useful hints and tips about
dealing with conditions in arid regions, based on ‘Wig’s experiences in the
states a few years ago, and could be of interest to any club members who might
be thinking of going looking for caves in these types of region.

A few years ago in
I had a narrow squeak in
Death Valley – the
hottest place in the Western world, which could easily have cost me my
life.  Early in March 1971, I decided to
take a weekend trip to this notorious place, some four hundred miles North-west

Los Angeles
.  Taking the Baker –
road, once you have crossed the Bernadino mountain range to
the East of Los Angeles, you enter desert country which, in the winter and
early spring months, is one of the more pleasant areas of

. This desert zone – the Mojave Desert (which is pronounced Mo-ha-vay) and
known locally as the High Desert (it lies between 6,000 and 8,000 feet above
Sea Level) includes a tremendous variety of scenery from the Joshua tree zone
to a variety of mountain ranges towering up to 10,000 feet that lie to the east
of the massive Sierra Nevada range, whose peaks reach 14,000 feet.  Many semi-active volcanoes dot the
landscape.  Usually these are not large
and peak at about a thousand feet.  The
volcanoes need no description except that where one spots a mound of
greyish-black material, you can be pretty certain that it is best to give it a
wide berth!

However, the 15 freeway crosses the Mojave and at Baker, a
two lane road heads north towards
Death Valley.  The weather was typical for the season, a
cool 80OF, a bright blue cloudless sky. The terrain gradually changed after leaving the freeway to a variety of
coloured mountain ridges reminding one that this was not an area to be toyed
with.  The mountains displayed angular
pointed shapes and were coloured with a fantastic range of reds, pinks, greys,
white and green with the lower scree slopes covered with the desert patina of
blackish-grey.  The valley floors were
liberally covered with salt flats stretching for miles at a time, the
vegetation being the usual tumbleweed and scrub.

In time, the last
Shoshone is reached and the road
led the way to

  (Note: both the author and the editor would
like to assure readers that this is the correct spelling for this particular
pass!)   This is the Southern gateway to
Death Valley.  The
central settlement in the valley, Furnace Creek, lay some 120 miles to the
north.  It was soon after this point that
I noticed that the petrol gauge was looking pretty sick and this sudden
realisation of trouble caused an immediate lack of interest in the wonderful
scenery!  Here I was, with a nearly empty
petrol tank and a car that rarely did better than 18 mpg.  The temperature was by now about 115 in the
shade (with an air temperature of about 120 and a ground temperature somewhere
in the order of 130). The only water in the area lay under the salt crystals
and was therefore undrinkable.  Anyway,
having leaned on the car bonnet and got burned in the process, I headed
straight away for Furnace Creek Ranch – the nearest filling station.

The petrol gauge gradually dropped lower and lower and I
began to sweat and became tense.  The
road was fairly straight, taking a route along the edge of the valley floor,
about 280 feet below sea level and passing Dante’s View; Bad Water and Funeral
Point!  Furnace Creek finally came into
view and, with a sigh of relief, so did the filling station.  I pulled up by the pumps and was served by a
smiling Chinese attendant who pointed out that the hose was not long enough to
reach the filler and asked me to pull the car up a bit.  I tried to start the car but it
wouldn’t.  I had finally run out of
petrol.  Putting it into neutral, we
pushed the car the last foot or so and within minutes, the
had its twenty gallon tank full of petrol. As I drove out of the filling station, the chinaman called out
“Have a nice day!”

This little incident taught me a lesson that was later to be
invaluable when I spent many weekends down south in the Anza Borrego desert
near the Mexican border.

Deserts are rarely great rolling sand dunes as we tend to
picture them, but a very harsh, broken terrain. The sides of the mountains and floors of the valleys are a mixture of
blistered and shattered rock, with little vegetation and very little
water.  This absence of water can be very
misleading.  In the Western deserts of


up to a few inches of rain falls in the months of November and December and
often this annual total will fall within a space of a few hours with
devastating results.  The sides of the
mountains and the valley floors are incised with deep, narrow canyons that can
spell the end of any explorer caught in this winter flooding.  The brilliant sunshine at one end of such a
canyon can be associated with heavy rainfall at the other end, maybe many miles
away, catching the unsuspecting victim without warning.  The water flowing through these canyons will
often produce a wall of water many feet deep, and the run off from an entire
mountain catchment basin will funnel through a narrow canyon and out on to the
valley floor. 

in the Anza
Borrega desert is rarely more than fifty feet wide and extends for over twenty
five miles.  The sides are precipitous,
the walls being of the loose conglomerate associated with the sea deposits of
the now receded
Gulf of California.  Another canyon in Death Valley,
led to

, a mining settlement.  It took over eighteen years to build a road
through this canyon, albeit intermittently and after its completion, the
prospectors had time to drive their trucks through it twice before a cloudburst
destroyed the entire road – such is the force of desert water.

With cavers venturing further into remote areas in search of
cave sites, it is essential the geography of the area is determined beforehand
– otherwise one could land up as a lump of bleached gristle!  Men need quantities of water under normal
conditions, and considerably more under desert conditions.  The body’s way of keeping cool is to
sweat.  For example, a man driving a car
on a 110O day, may sweat almost one quart an hour, and the only way of
replenishing this loss is to drink an equivalent amount.  There is no way by which one can get along on
less water by ‘training’.

Thirst is a body signal to say ‘I need more liquid’ and it
is the first sign of dehydration.  Should
the liquid supply not be given to the body, then body functions will slow down,
followed by loss of appetite; fever; sleepiness and finally death.  Sickness occurs when the body has lost the
equivalent of 5% of body weight.  A loss
of 6 to 10% produces dizziness; breathing problems and tingling in the limbs.  The heart beats harder as the blood begins to
thicken and walking becomes impossible. A 15 – 20% dehydration is generally fatal.

Giving the victim water will allow the body to re-hydrate
quickly and even if the water is ice cold, the worst that will happen is that
there will be temporary stomach cramps. What if there isn’t any water, or if it is in very short supply? Some
simple rules follow:-

1.                  Keep all clothes on, however much discomfort is
experienced.  A man may feel cooler with
his shirt off, but this increases the sweat demand.  One cane save over 20% of sweat loss merely
by staying clothed.

2.                  Stay in the shade and rest rather than
walk.  Lying down reduces the strain on
the heart, but NOT on the ground.  Ground
temperature can be 30 – 40O higher than air temperature so, if possible, get at
least a foot above the ground.  Walk at night,
but don’t start until several hours after sunset to ensure the air temperature
has dropped sufficiently.

3.                  Eat nothing except perhaps a little chocolate,
as the digestion diverts the water that would be available for sweating.  The drinking of alcohol or urine will only
increase the dehydration rate.

4.                  Keep clothes moist by the use of any available
fluid (booze, urine etc.)  This will help
to reduce the evaporation from the body.

5.                  Salt tablets should never be taken unless there
is ample water available.

In addition to the problems of dehydration, the temperature
in deserts zones fluctuates considerably between midday and midnight.  Towards evening, cool airstreams sweep across
the hot surface causing the temperature to fall rapidly and variations of 60OF
are not uncommon.  Thus, warm clothing is
often necessary at night.  During the
day, with the temperature maybe up to 120O (higher than this is courting
trouble in a big way) in the shade, everyone must be fully clothed to prevent
wind and sunburn.  Large, wide-brimmed
hats and neck scarves are essential.

One last but important point.  To keep cool during the day, don’t drink iced
beer or anything cold.  Hot tea or
similar beverages are best, as they raise the body temperature, thus reducing
the differential between the body and the ambient temperature.

It is absolutely essential to examine the local seasonal
temperature and general climatic conditions for any hot area one intends to
visit.  You are on your own when you get


Round and About

A Monthly Miscellany, by Wig

181.      Otter Hole: Roy Bennett informs me
that the cave length is over 2,500 feet with passages up to 30 feet wide and 80
feet high.

182.      M.R.O. – B.E.C.  Team list: Tim Large is compiling a new
list composed of members who are prepared to help during a rescue
call-out.  If you want to be included in
this list, please cont act Tim.  His address
will be found at the front of the B.B. A.G.M. and Annual Dinner: Saturday, October 4th 1975.  A.G.M. to be held at the Belfry at 10.30 a.m.
and the dinner at the

, Wells (the same
venue as last year.)  Price about £2.25.

183.      Swildons now costs 10p: After a
quarter of a century, the


have decided to put the good will payment for descending Swildons up to
10p.  If one considers the value of 1/-
in 1950 in relation to average earnings, the present 10p is still much cheaper
than was the old ‘bob’.  The payment
should be made at the house next to the field gate as shown below, and PLEASE
park your cars on the top green near the village hall.


184.      Swildons Again:  I find it quite extraordinary that members
have not noted some recent changes in the cave (neither have I seen any mention
in other clubs journals.)  Quite apart
from the fact that the cave is much drier than usual at this time of the year
with no active stream before the twenty, two changes have taken place –
possibly due to some severe flooding earlier this year.  The first is that a considerable quantity of
pebbles has been washed downstream, leaving the streamway approaching Kenny’s
Dig about two feet deep and the small potholes in the floor approaching the
Well thoroughly scoured.  The larger
change has occurred above the Well, where the infill has been removed exposing
a ten foot deep rift that interpenetrates the wall of the Well itself, thus
providing a possible alternative route. The sketch shown should illustrate the changes clearly.  Editor’s Note: To enable readers to compare
the ‘Before’ and ‘After’ sketches Dave has included, they are both being
printed on the next page.


Monthly Crossword – Number 56



















































































1. A pitch still with us, though
twice this is no longer! (6)
5. Type of cave passage. (3)
6. and 8. Master calf for this recently dug and abandoned swallet. (6,4)
10. Behold, it sounds deep. (2)
12. Cave dweller, often. (3)
13. Spanish yes, is backwards. (2)
14. May be heard after bang, perhaps. (4)
16. Tweeds otherwise prepared for cavers to eat. (6)
18. Gallery in G.B. (3)                in
this! (6)
19. First a bit of cave with two missing directions should not leave you


1. Aids, perhaps. (6)
2. and 15.  Mendip Swallet, otherwise wet
satin. (4,4)
3. Not until opposite but shortened. (3)
4. Old cave inhabitants. (5)
7. You can be as drunk as one in an old fashioned way. (3)
9. Short, dry, alternate way. (6)
11. Rarely visited Cuthbert’s rift. (5)
12. Mendip Swallet. (3)
17. Browne’s Hole chamber from



Club Headquarters

The Belfry,

, Priddy, Wells,

. Telephone WELLS 72126

Club Committee

Chairman          S.J.

Minutes Sec      G.


Members           Colin Dooley, John Dukes, Chris
Howell, Dave Irwin, Tim Large, Andy Nicholls, Mike Wheadon, Barry Wilton

Officers Of The Club

Honorary Secretary             M.
WHEADON, (Acting) 91 The Oval, Englishcoombe, Bath.  Tel :



Honorary Treasurer             B.

, ‘Valley View’,

Venus Lane
Clutton, Nr. Bristol.

Caving Secretary                A.
NICHOLLS, c/o The Belfry

Assist Cav. Sec.                 T.

15 Kippax Avenue
Wells, Somerset

Climbing Secretary             Position
vacant at present.

Hut Warden                        C.
DOOLEY, 51 Ommaston Road., Harbourne,


17. Tele :  (021)  427 6122

Belfry Engineer                   J.

4 Springfield Crescent
Southampton. SO1 6LE  Tele : (0703) 774649

Tacklemaster                     G.

. Nap Hill,
High Wycombe,
Bucks. Tele : (024) 024 3534

B.B. Editor                         S.J.
COLLINS, Lavender Cottage, Bishops Sutton, Nr. Bristol. Tel : CHEW MAGNA 2915

Publications Editor              C.

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