Having failed to negotiate the first squeeze in Trapdoor Pot since I’m too masculine – for anyone interested the squeeze is 8 inches wide at its widest spot – I opted instead to head back down the hill to the car and drove over to West Kingsdale to try and regain some of my lost manhood by doing a solo trip through Swinsto. I found the entrance very easily as I’d just been to Swinsto the week before. The water levels this time, however, were significantly lower. There’s not much to report really. As I was on my own the trip actually went by very quickly. The only issues I had were on the fifth pitch and the final pitch, where the rope got stuck for a bit when I was pulling it down. Kingsdale itself was very quiet. I didn’t see a single car the entire time I was getting changed on my way in or my way out.