After minimal faffing we got onto the buses and started our journey toward Gower. The rain held off all the way and the red bus made good time to the campsite, but did not quite make last orders at the bar. It seemed that all was lost but from the ashes an angel appeared in the unlikely shape of Simon bearing a crate of Fosters. The rain started just in time for the tents to get wet on the inside but soon we were all safely tucked up in bed except for Vivianna who was sharing with Matt Budgen. By the time that Dave and Linnea stopped keeping the whole campsite awake with their talking (at about 3am) everybody was in need of some sleep. It was then that the screaming started. It did not come from Mat's tent nor even Marco's the normal epicentres of such noises but instead it came from Dom's tent. It seems that the prospect of spending a night in a tent with somebody so tall and bald had a bad effect on one of our freshers and he turned into an inconsolable sleep screamer.

The enquiry the next morning cleared Dom of all wrong doing.

The dulcet tones of looosi awoke us to a beautiful sunny day and after breakfast we found our way to the beach for a great day's surfing. The surf was 4-5 ft and quite clean. Marco and Matt weaved their usual magic and managed to entice some of the freshers into the Topo-duo for some great surf action. By the time it reached 4 o'clock everybody had had enough of the beach and lots of tired people made their way back to the buses. A trip to Mumbles (the Swansea equivalent of Palm Beach (i.e. less bikinis, palms and more beer, pubs and rugby supporters) for dinner was called for. On the way the white bus was involved in a minor collision but apart from a bit of a scratch to the back door and some dented pride everything was ok

. The Indian restaurant was a bit surprised to see so many people turn up at 5:30 for dinner but they provided us with a great meal for less than £10 each. Back to the pub for singing, raffles and drinking…. The next morning a few sore heads were in evidence around the breakfast tables. After a bit of hangover curing time it was time to go to the beach.

The waves were smaller than on Saturday but most people seemed to enjoy the easier paddle out to sea. All too soon it was time to pack-up and go home. We all had a great time, and some of us even have got a tan to show we went.

Roll on the Usk.

Thanks to Lindsay and the rest of the committee for the time they gave organising the trip. See you at the Usk.