The tour guide handed out a bunch of rusty old kerosene lanterns to light our way through the caves. I elbowed my way through the crowd and nabbed one, pleased at the IF symbolism. hjalfi pointed out that these were actually storm lanterns, which a certain person found entirely unamusing.Despite the lanterns, the caves were still pretty dark, so I didn't take any photos. veek took some nice infrared pictures, however, which you can see here.
"Wow, that was really interesting! I hope we got some good photographs of the many intriguing and educational things that the tour guide pointed out!"
"Yes, those caves were very exciting!"
Storme escapes from the camera again. Curses!
On the way back to the station, Storme and I let the others go on ahead while we, um, took photos of interesting lamp-posts and Dave Rhodes' car. Absolutely no smooching going on here, no sir.
On the train back, we found a newspaper somebody had left behind much too interesting. I don't think we had all that much to drink in the pub at Chistlehurst, though, honest.
I still find this amusing.
Clearly veek's photos were much better than mine.
By this time it was getting dark, but Psmith was able to provide light via an old Jedi mind trick.
Before we all headed off to our various homes, we gathered in a Wetherspoon's pub for a final drink. Somehow everyone stayed awake through even the longest anecdotes!And we still didn't find Brian. I hope he's not stuck in the cave somewhere.
Next year we'll have to do it again.