Frank, Stealth, Bod (Frank's brother) and Llio turned up this evening. No Chris (N. Wales), Matt (ditto) or Anne (Trelewis!!). A very beautiful evening, and we all remembered just why we live in Swansea. We had a look at Fartlek. Some discussion as to which crack it was suppposed to be. Stealth led the wrong crack, declared it only S and had a very prickly scramble through the gorse to get back down. Frank led what we thought was the true crack, but found he couldn't top out because the gorse was too thick. The evening was notable for Stealth's first E1. Inncocent Savagery on West Tor. Climbing like a demon Stealth managed to put in 8 (yes eight!) pieces of gear in the poorly protected top 4 metres. Mind you, he was on the climb for what seemed like an hour. Poor Bod was there almost as long trying to get the 8 pieces out! After climbing we all went home. Ha!! I lie, we went to 'The Joiners'.