From be502051b50006dd93212b44eacb0a5203d844e2 Mon Sep 17 00:00:00 2001
From: Philip Sargent <philip.sargent@gmail.com>
Date: Wed, 16 Jul 2025 11:13:57 +0100
Subject: [PATCH] Online edit of logbookentry 2025-07-14b

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 <div class="tripdate" id="2025-07-14b">2025-07-14</div>
 <div class="trippeople"><u>Lara</u>, Joel, Big Tom</div>
-<div class="triptitle">Gruffalo - The Day of The Salamanders</div>
+<div class="triptitle">2025-js-04 - Gruffalo The Day of The Salamanders</div>
 I led a merry dance across the Plateau with two newly arrived faces: Big Tom and Little Tom. You’d really think that by this point I’d know the route like the back of my hand, but somehow, mysteriously, I still take strange meanders. We arrived at Top Camp to an exclamation from big Tom and a gaping hole in the tarp – what could have possibly happened here? The answer can probably  be found in another logbook entry, but involved tea lights, mild foolishness and some very genuine peril.
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 After meeting a tired, smoked out Joel we had noodles and packed. The team was now: Joel, me, Big Tom and Frank and the objective of the day was pushing Gruffalo. Gruffalo had  been the word on everyone’s tongue the night before: a new cave with a stonking draft and a pitch at the bottom from which rocks had been chucked a very long way.