Wow, seven years. Where's the time gone? I think I attended the second (or third) bash (the one with the very large bonfire under the telegraph lines - cue some jcb action from Mick). An evening of Cleary juice and the subsequent loss of the power of speech being one of the main memories (after the juice, I felt lucky to remember anything!). But I must say it has proved to be one of the most friendly and relaxed environments I've walked into and this has continued for all of the interim years. A change of venue gives Mick a well earned break and here's to Mr Frame's August bash.