We have been looking forward to our 40th reunion trip ever since the plan was conceived over one too many pints at Courtyard back in May, we never imagined we’d have such a strong turnout and meet so many people who, just like us, absolutely lovely dicking about in the mountains. The trip began on Friday night with the usual departure from James and moaning from Freshers at the cramped car conditions, I offered them the alternative of walking and that quickly silenced any worries. We made it to Langdale late on on Friday and turned in, with some of the party making their way to the pub where some alumni were already pitched up getting the party started early. In the morning a steady stream of BL young and old materialised on the campsite and our plan was set to head of Jack’s Rake. Heading off from Dungeon Ghyll a procession of around 40 BL troops headed up, stopping for biggest pain in the arse of a photo ever, over 10 minutes were taken to complete it. Not long later we were up on ‘Jack’s Rack’ as Jack called it all weekend. A quick scramble to the top from everyone meant we were making excellent time, perhaps our older friends wanted to prove they could still cut it with the youngens. From there after obliterating Joachim’s shortbread we knocked out the Langdale Pikes before separating, with some heading for a viewless trek to Angle Tarn, and the rest wisely heading for the pub early. Once everyone was down we piled into the NDG hotel for dinner, where an impressive service for all 43 of us was knocked out. We retired to the Wainwright Inn where there were stories of van disasters, Mountain Rescue calls, and the strangest of club members. We also heard some stories from the alumni. Having flogged as much merchandise to our new – now hammered – friends, we headed to bed ready for another day.