A fantastic weekend sport climbing in sunny Portland!
Opposition emerged against the ancient army of UBMC before the trip even commenced. A pretty grim weather report shrouded the trip with memories of past Annual Dinner’s where rain had prevented all
Our Stanage trip this year was a great success and the first weekend where good weather was enjoyed on both days! (as promised by the Supreme Commander of British Weather, President ADL). Arriving
Joint MAM MeetOn the Friday before the first weekend in November, the keen stoats who had managed to get in to the now infamous Ogwen sign ups gathered by the University of Birmingham
As the autumn sun set on the University of Birmingham pitches and the rain lashed down a group of surprisingly chipper students convened to make the wet and windy journey to Tremadog, the
UBMC wants you! We are a very active club and climb indoors every week. Further, we run outdoor trips every fortnight.
Stanage; A trip designed to introduce freshers to the marvels of British trad climbing, and what better way to do that than by dragging them up low quality routes in the pouring rain
“Red badger to flying stoat…”Day 1: Return of the StoatsAwaking early on an unnervingly warm winter’s day, an eager group of stoats descended upon the Munrow to make the annual pilgrimage
Far back in the mists of ancient time, February 13th about 6pm in the evening if you really want to know, a great disturbance was felt in the Munrow as over 40 stoats
Despite the time of year and the burgeoning terrible English weather, the skies stayed clear on the 6th of December for UBMC’s trip to The Roaches. The morning began frosty and some
This was the third and final joint meet with the MAM of the year, attended by 20 Stoats,Roger High, and a couple of old gits. It also marked the first trip run
Due to bad weather forcing the day trip to be postponed, unfortunately a group of only seven hardy Stoats made it to the Munrow to venture out to the Peaks on a chilly
Once upon a time in a land far from civilisation, a pack of stoats huddled outside the bustling Munrow sports centre. Amongst, the excitement a phone rings… disaster strikes! *Please read the following
It’s the 1st of June 2013. The sun is shining like a joyous beacon in the crystal clear sky. After two months of what can only be described as ‘academic bullshit stress
Continuing the theme from Low House of last-minute transport disasters, we were left one car down due to issues with vehicle rental. This meant that unfortunately we left the Munrow on Friday evening
On the Friday evening 15 keen stoats left for the lovely English Lake District for a quiet weekend of climbing antics. The journey was relatively uneventful, other than death racer Brian’s car getting a bit lost.
“The bizarre trend in mountaineers is not the risk they take, but the large degree to which they value life. They are not crazy because they don’t dare, they’re crazy because
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