Binning with THE bus

Group photo of the Binners about to set off on a very unsuccesful assault on the Ridgeway. There were many modes of transport used in binning, but to the memory of most, there was only one Binner Bus. Named Binny, monkey puke beige in colour, she did for us.

Binners A Hoy!

From the trip that coined the name Binner. With this strange looking group of people being escorted about the country in a van, no wonder kids would run to their mothers exclaiming "run, run, the binners are coming!" We were quite oblivious to the concern we were creating.

Andy, James and Binny

Wayne and Dave were soon joined by others; first of all, Neil and James started coming along, then there was a disasterous "unofficial" trip, which involved girls. Eventually we settled on a male bonding format. Here are early Binner James, and special weapons Binner Andy.

State of the Binning Art

Budgens at Wendover became the Binners base camp one. Unfortunately, the excessive purchases made, often fuelled by Neil' insatiable appetite for a bargain, no matter how unplateable, would lead to excessive soiling of Binny. We loved her, though it didn't always show.

Binny Smart's Circus Tent

When trips started to span the weekend, we sought other venues to spend the night. There were a number of options open to us, having all been keen walkers and campers over the years, but when Mick saw a chance to make a quick profit on a rather large family tent, here erected in the Rollright stones, we snapped it up.

Neil, Mark and Mick woos it

Sometimes, Binners would woos out from the real deal. Here, to her utter shame, Binny has been erected at a campsite near Calne, when the Long Barrow was assumed too wet for comfort. I am pleased to say that some Binners were brave enough to take the risk, and were rewarded with moistness.