Joining a caving club

The day after I left the cave rescue team I joined a caving club. I don’t think that is necessary contradictory. In order to be a cave rescuer you have to have a bit of a muscle memory for the underground, I would say. I lost mine. And just joining a club won’t bring it back. 

I joined as I had really enjoyed the ladies trip recently. And the same people were organising a weekend in Derbyshire. In order to be allowed in, though, you had to be a member of UCET. So I became a member of UCET. 

I had a quiet day after the AGM, and I hit their website. I found a membership form, and a way to pay the fees. I was in! 

After the AGM I had decided to wash my kit. Not in the river this time; in the actual washing machine. I suppose it is easy to see symbolism here: start this new chapter with a clean slate! Or caving suit. Next month it will start…