Ha ha when we went out exploring it was known as Host O’clock as getting out 2/3am was the norm. Not so much now I’m an old fucker.Love the story cheers for sharing. Those obscenely early hours of the morning adventures are always memorable, if a bit overoptimistic as everyone ends up being too shattered to fully get into it. Still sounds like it was worth it for you even if not for your mate haha.