Whilst the second quarter peal attempt was in progress a number of fods had located The Ship which was good for real ale and a few liveners were sunk until the quarter was indeed scored and people headed back to the hotel to freshen up.

Meeting back in the hotel bar after freshening up, it was decided to find a sandwich on the way to "The Vaults" which had been suggested as an evening venue.

The Vaults was a good venue, except that there was no real ale. It was lively with a good atmosphere, though some people wondered just how "gay" it was. Richard put it to the test and was very quickly invited outside for some "fun". Although there had been quite a number of us at The Vaults we didn’t leave en masse, more just as and when, but the hotel bar seemed to be a good place to have a nightcap so quite a few met up again until about 3am when tiredness and common sense won over.

Although it was an early start on Saturday this did not deter people from getting up on time and indeed many people made it up in time for breakfast. The day's outing was by coach which was boarded and left promptly at 8.45 for the first tower.

These are indeed a fine ring of 8. The ruined church was of great interest and the bells held a "wow factor" for quite a few. This is actually quite sad given that the church is just a burnt out shell after an arson attack some years previously. The ringing started and re-started with 8 spliced S. Major.

I, myself had been asked to run the ringing here. I don’t mind doing the first tower of the day; everyone is still quite fresh and awake. On this particular morning alcohol was still running through the veins of several ringers: I’m quite sure this was so in my case.

With some 26 ringers on the coach it took 4 rings before everyone could say they had had a ring. The liveliest of these was definitely the WHOLE course of Superlative. Having persuaded Paul Williams to have a ring in this course his good nature and sense of comedy and timed delivery involved mimicking the conductor. Calling out lead end just because the conductor missed one little dodge.