This doesn't feel like the same river we used to swim in// Terry Silvester and Andrew Neil Hayes

Opening Evening preview 29th 6 - 9 Playing alongside his team mate Drew in a pre-season friendly, Dennis was rendered decrepit. The injury meant he spent too much time in a hospital bed and he was miserable. Drew was concerned for his friend and decided a holiday was in order A few weeks later, on a long unusually hot August weekend, they joined a group of tourists travelling through North Wales on a pre-booked tour bus. The driver made scheduled stops at a slate mine with an unpronounceable name and a colourless village with a scenic waterfall, where there was a queue of the toilets. After a lay-by lunch of egg sandwiches, dry currant cake and warm beer, they journeyed up Snowdon. Despite sensible boots and rugged determination, clambering up the steep path was a challenge for even the fittest amongst them and given his incapacitation, the idea that Dennis could make it to the top was optimistic. They wasted no time starting the climb, but the combination of oppressive heat and fragile ankles made progress arduous. Within no time, word came that someone was missing. A search party was hastily arranged. Drew and Dennis joined the others, who were all similarly dressed in walking gear they spent hours looking for the missing man in their unflattering sun hats and pointless waterproof jackets. After several hours it became apparent that Dennis hadn’t recognised the given description of himself, and the hunt was called off. It was clear to everyone, Dennis was searching for himself.