Voice is still bad
I still haven't managed to shake off this bout of voice trouble. Today, it's worse than ever. I'm even thinking twice before I whisper.
I thought it was getting better on Saturday, but in retrospect, I think the quiet at Winspit was helping me. In the caves, there's no car noise, no background computer hum, no fridge/washing machine, nothing at all that I have to talk over. Also, a lot of water being squirted around helped the humidity in the realtively still air and I think that was good for the voice as well.
We had a fantastic time - Richard won the wet t-shirt award by virtue of wearing a shirt with sleeves (it can hold more water, which is important when judging between two equally saturated people!)
As soon as Richard's uploaded his photos, I'll put in a few links.
I suspect half the problem is that I've got

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If only the Venusian eyebrow language that the Third Doctor spoke was in vogue!