The only reason we never let the wimmin know where we were Noreen is the fear of what they would do to our bodies. We have decided to get around that problem by drinking beer, breaking wind and being generally anti-social. Hopefully this will put of all but the most ardent admirers. Well, that's my excuse for how I look anyway...;-)

In truth, the ladies have always been welcome but for some strange reason a wet weekend in February in a damp caravan in Ingleton with a bunch of smelly drunken men just never seems to have appealed to anyone of the female variety. I can't understand it myself?

For the sake of propriety and decorum (and to stop a great deal of hasstle from respective partners) we would need to have the Ladies and Mens houses seperate of course.

JJ - Thwaites in the Horseshoes. Tetleys (I think) in the Masons. All sorts of others available withing striking distance.

Cheers

DtG