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Originally Posted by DtheP47
Our caving hostel was at Braida Garth,Kingsdale Margaret, we had a chemical bog but as callow youths who was gonna chip in any beer money for any Elsan Blue? Les in the Marton Arms got first dibs on our brass, & there were times in high summer when whosoever was elected to empty it had to use a demand valve and diving bottle to breathe as he carried it out.
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There were no chemicals for the one I spoke of.
'Cleaning' was a shovel parked outside - for use when the pile was high enough to reach your bum.