So reading the who do you miss thread got me thinking...
My first outdoor climbing was back in 1989 or '90, through a bunch of us from just North of London were packed in a mini bus and driven to North Wales.
Three memories...
1) Weather was crap, we went gorge walking up a mountain stream, it was wet and cold. Great fun.
2) There was a very cute girl, Sarah Massey from St. Albans, we were 14 or 15, I never saw her again. Sigh.
3) We went to a pub... for the life of me I don't know which it was, but in the back of my mind it had a very basic, homemade woody (it may just have been a single vertical panel, possible in a cellar, but this is very vague).
So, what pub was this? Was there a cellar and is the weather still crap?
Cheers
LD