Day 1:
Its Friday night and we're on the train to Sheffield, an hour away.

We depart the train and hop on a bus to Barnsley.
With some help from a nice lady we get off at the Wagons & Horses Pub...the wrong one.  The correct pub is 10 miles away.
While eveyone else debates wether to walk or hitch, 
Matt throws caution to the wind and grins for the camera.
Two more bus rides later we're dropped off at the hostile, after the driver goes out of his way to help us.

The ball refuses to stay on dry land during a game of football.
Dan skillfully extracts it from the river while the crowd oohs and aahs

Adams got issues with the ball and threatens to drown it 

He's also got issues with the gate and threatens to eat it

The lack of souvenier shops does not deter me 
from taking something home- this rock will do nicely.

Back at the hostile the guys whip up some dinner,

and Saturday ends with worship and a campfire.  Mmmm marshmallows

Our bags seem to have gotten minds of their own, as we have to chase them down a hill.

Matt smartly left his bag at the top, 
but didn't want to be left out of the rolling festivities.

The girls enjoy the sunshine
                                                                    Louise, Corrine, Bex, Cari

While the guys demonstrate their manhood by climbing trees with guitars
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            Phil, Adam, Josh
And Joel resuces them when they get stuck
 

It was a fun  but tiring  weekend.  The End.