well yes I was there for the chilly October meet and here are my thoughts on the occasion...
A chill wind blew o'er Endy Sea but the saltFree still returned
They'd court to hold, descents to judge - a lot since they adjourned
Three hardy souls from northern realms accustomed to the cold
Were welcomed in ( and Longfins too ) thus we'd faces new and old
A trio of angels set the plate deep in the coolant green
The algae bloom retreated much and enlarged the viewing scene
Ice man George sailed deep with style, a lessun to us all
His cork-topped tube bobbed far above aside our brilliant ball
Once dips were done we warmed our cores with Sam's blackcurrant nectar
Whilst more were gathering above the bay within the gusty sector
Second dive saw fewer wet, as some had chilly bones
Though a medicine man still donned his wings wearing apparel of loans
Fifteen hours soon came to be and it was time to set up court
To adjust the board, suggest some change - chew the fat about our sport
A swarm of flies could not detract from progress in full swing
For events to come, new policies, and the changes they would bring
The meeting closed and dusk at hand, to The Castle they retired
An entire chamber for their own, thirst and appetites expired
Discussion turned to pending day, where Mig had lines to draw
When turning out they wished him well for his frog kick and his claw
On record day all hopes were high and the plate layed down at fifty
Not reached until 3 metres up some judgement had been thrifty
Tho' not for Mig, he came up trumps, producing hence his double
Two entries in the record books without a sign of trouble
The tougher few took final turns pleasing Angels down the line
Who filled lift bag as just reward for our founder-without-brine
The big weekend success had touched, with all descents quite sound
Next meet at Yule with ice-picks sharp - perhaps I'll be around
A chill wind blew o'er Endy Sea but the saltFree still returned
They'd court to hold, descents to judge - a lot since they adjourned
Three hardy souls from northern realms accustomed to the cold
Were welcomed in ( and Longfins too ) thus we'd faces new and old
A trio of angels set the plate deep in the coolant green
The algae bloom retreated much and enlarged the viewing scene
Ice man George sailed deep with style, a lessun to us all
His cork-topped tube bobbed far above aside our brilliant ball
Once dips were done we warmed our cores with Sam's blackcurrant nectar
Whilst more were gathering above the bay within the gusty sector
Second dive saw fewer wet, as some had chilly bones
Though a medicine man still donned his wings wearing apparel of loans
Fifteen hours soon came to be and it was time to set up court
To adjust the board, suggest some change - chew the fat about our sport
A swarm of flies could not detract from progress in full swing
For events to come, new policies, and the changes they would bring
The meeting closed and dusk at hand, to The Castle they retired
An entire chamber for their own, thirst and appetites expired
Discussion turned to pending day, where Mig had lines to draw
When turning out they wished him well for his frog kick and his claw
On record day all hopes were high and the plate layed down at fifty
Not reached until 3 metres up some judgement had been thrifty
Tho' not for Mig, he came up trumps, producing hence his double
Two entries in the record books without a sign of trouble
The tougher few took final turns pleasing Angels down the line
Who filled lift bag as just reward for our founder-without-brine
The big weekend success had touched, with all descents quite sound
Next meet at Yule with ice-picks sharp - perhaps I'll be around
