At one point when he was rigging he told me that his left arm was going numb. I told him to attach an alarm clock to it to stop it from falling asleep.
I was worried about whether you’d remember how to rig. If you’d forgotten how to rig we could have gotten hurt. That would have been a ropey situation.
Your turning into Alex, solo boy. Next thing you know you’ll be doing solo trips to the bottom of Quaking.
I don’t know, but when I tried to solo Bull Pot a few years ago I swear I could hear two people talking. I could almost, but not quite, make out what they were saying. It’s as if they were just beneath me in the slot pitch. It’s strange because I had never noticed anything like that in a cave before. Then again, I haven’t done much solo caving apart from Swinsto and Chapter House Traverse. I’m sure it was just water, but it did freak me out, as I was in there two or three weeks after the infamous accident.
Wake up, sheeple!
How are you doing Dan? Where are you living these days? Isn’t it somewhere east of Bristol? Do you think you’ll ever come back up north for another caving adventure?
I tried soloing Bull Pot a few years ago as well, but had to turn back at the top of the third pitch as I heard a ghostly voice emanating from below the narrow slot. Did you experience any paranormal phenomenon?
‘I can say I am still quite sore around my chest and it’s still quite painful to bend down and stand up due to bruising on my lower back caused by me retreating out of the squeeze.’
Oh dear… Are you referring to your love life or the caving trip?
Losing your keys is definitely a recurring theme with you, Alex. Do you remember when you and I did Turbary Pot a few weeks ago and you couldn’t find your keys when we got back to the cars? You looked for about ten minutes before I pointed out that they were sitting on your bonnet. Oh dear. It’s terrible the way one’s mind starts to go as one gets closer to 40…
‘That was a weird encounter but took him to the end and explored the inlets as well.’
I really enjoyed this trip. In spite of the fact that there were only a couple of small route finding issues, the trip somehow managed to take around five hours. I don’t see how anyone could possibly get bored doing this trip. Next time I’d like to do it from Dow to Providence. I imagine it would almost be like doing a new cave.
An excellent trip. It only took me an hour and eight minutes to drive home, and that includes a diversion as the A1 was closed for several miles due to resurfacing. We should do trips like this more often!
I had a look at the survey earlier and, as you highlighted in your account above, Keystone Passage ends at Choke Aven. I really think we should go back – when it’s very dry – and have a go at digging it out. The floor is gravelly so it would be very easy to dig out. One can see that the passage continues, though in its current state it’s completely flat-out and the only way to proceed forward would be to treat it as a duck and go forward on one’s back. There might be potential here though. You never know.
As I was saying to Scaife last night, it’s funny how whenever people do long caving trips people rarely give up and keep pushing to get to the end. However, when it comes to shorter caving trips, or in this case an easier caving trip, people (and I’m including myself here to an extent) look for any opportunity they can to turn around. ‘This is probably the end of the cave, so let’s turn back.’ ‘We probably won’t find anything interesting if we keep going forward, it will just be the same as before.’ ‘I’m kind of cold. Let’s go back to the cars.’
So I say we go back and try to dig the passage out.
‘The last time I had done FOUL Pot, it had rained so much that the lower part of this pitch had felt like a battle for survival, but this time, despite a few days of quite heavy rain, it was just a bit drippy.’
You must have gone up a different pitch than me because this was one of the wettest pitches I’ve ever had the pleasure to ascend. Some might even call it epic.
Yes, the trip took place on 15 July 2020. I had so much fun caving with Sharman that I lost complete track of time and the day.
What a wonderfully coherent account of our adventurous trip down to the sump. It was very enjoyable. Both the report and the trip.
I very briefly want to add something. The original plan was to do an exchange between the BT route and Centre route. As only three people showed up on Saturday morning though, we decided to do Centre down to the sump, and then Scaife and I would do BT on the way out. In the end we didn’t, mainly because of a mixture of time and tiredness. I did, however, crawl – without tackle – to the head of the first pitch, which had four new bolts in place. I’m assuming that the other pitches have been bolted as well. If the route truly is deserving of its name (bloody tight), then the tight section must start below the first pitch as the section leading from Three Ways to the first pitch was not difficult at all.
Brief reports aren’t my specialty, unfortunately. Well, unfortunately for others.