Lost Johns – Centipede

Dave T, Josh, Tom

On the meets list was an explore of the newly-opened AKA, but given that there’d been a fair bit of rain and with the description mentioning it filling to the roof, we erred on the side of caution with this new ‘un and rescheduled to a nice little Lost Johns trip. This was Josh’s third trip with the club, and new (but experienced) club recruit Dave’s first KCC trip. 

LJs was bone dry at the entrance so we needn’t have worried about water levels in AKA, but we were here now and the classic roadside trip beckoned. A few dribbles of water appeared on the way down the entrance series, but still by the time we reached the roof traverse, it was eerily quiet. We made our way over No.s 1, 2, and 3 holes and quickly got to Hammer pitch. We zipped down these first two pitches and onto the main Centipede pitch. While Josh had done pitches this size before, he seemed to enjoy this one. With the fog of burning rope smell hanging in the air from our descenders, we headed on for a quick scout down to Dome Junction, and onwards to the top of Candle and Shistol.

Sadly we hadn’t brought any more rope and it was time to head back up. Dave regaled us with tales of caving in Borneo and original exploration, and we made our way up Centipede, always a muscle-pumping flatterer. Dave de-rigged us handsomely out and we made it back to surface with light still in the sky, maybe the first daylight Wednesday trip of the year?

Event de Foussoubie & Rieussec

Chris, Damian, Jasmine, Maz, Scott, Tom

Day 4 and our initial plan of Midroi was thwarted after reading in a French guidebook that the sump just inside the entrance is closed October to June and we realised all the trip reports we’d read were from the blazing summertime. Not fancying travelling too far, we decided on a trip to the bottom entrance of Foussoubie and a play around the area, especially as Chris and Damian were keen on a gorge hike and seeing the Pont d’Arc. 

A short 15 minute drive got us to the Blachas campsite entrance, right at the start of the gorge, and we parked below some nauseating overhanging cliffs and donned our neoprene for an aquatic day. The rock is Swiss-cheesey here with little entrances everywhere. We wandered through the campsite along the river, with the gorge’s walls reaching up, and Maz told us about the huge ‘post office rock’ in the middle of the river – in his paddling guide seasons over here he used to tell the kids it was the Ardeche’s sorting office.

The path continued past the campsite and before long we were at a series of entrances in the cliff face. The first was a shelter, and the lower one a gloopy walking height arch where we bumped into Chris and Damian who’d had a quick scout already before heading onwards with their hike.

We first headed into the obvious main continuation heading down to the water, where an atmospheric little swim got us to a sump – and at first thought this would be the end of our adventure. But on the way back out we spotted another obvious passage heading up through some mud which headed to a chamber. From here a branch spat us out at the top of a 10m scramble down – Jasmine and Scott headed down to a watery chamber with no real way on. Back up the scramble and we tried the other branch, which led via a series of waist-deep wades through different chambers and eventually to the aven at the bottom of the Foussoubie through-trip – good to know for the future. onwards from here a series of wades brought us to a nice low-roofed swim that was good easy ceiling-sucking to get us through to the end of this branch. 

We headed back out, taking a tiny oxbow full of sulphorous mud to stink everything up, before a dip back in the main passage to clean off. After returning to sunlight, we headed a bit further along the path to where it turned into via along a rock wall. With the ropes incomplete we turned back, Jasmine and Scott having a few quick leaps into the fast-flowing Ardeche and having a mess around in the eddies. We clambered back and headed back to the campsite to begin hiking up for the Rieussec, a supposedly easygoing bit of canyoning fun. We began following a path up but quickly realised it was continuing up the mountain rather than up into the valley, and turned back taking a different branch down to the Rieussec stream. 

This was rugged progress before we finally started to reach the odd pool where we had a bit of a jump and drifted in the flow. A little higher up and the grassy banks turned into high solid walls and it seemed we’d reached the bottom of the canyoning section. A line of pools and short pitches stretched above us, with sporting amounts of water chucking down them. The guide we’d read said ‘This canyon only flows a few days a year…but if it flows, given the size of the potholes and the violence of the water movements, it can be extremely dangerous’. Obstacles that would’ve been climbs down into still pools were now churning pitches, and Scott couldn’t spot any bolts. 

Nevertheless we followed a path up the steep valley side hoping to reach the top end, but this finished at an exposed cliff scramble. At this point we’d already had a fair adventure and with the lemons stacking up we decided to just turn back and make a gorge walk of the river back down to the campsite, exploring a couple of small riverside caves along the way. 

Back at the cars, sunburnt and itchy from riverwater, we dekitted and headed to Intermarche for goodies.

Nettle Pot, Dentdale

Maz, Tom, Scott, Will, potential new members Jim and Jess. Report by Maz

My first acquaintance with Nettle Pot came 2 days before the proposed trip date. I felt, as leader, I should do some research and at least recce out the entrance, and hopefully a bit more.

The CNCC coordinates put me somewhere in the middle of the village and the description suggested 80 metres upstream of the bridge in Gawthorp.

Armed with these facts, Janice and I went exploring on a wet Monday morning. It transpires there are 4 bridges in Gawthorp and we got lucky after number 3. The entrance looked wet, low and clogged with debris. We didn’t go any further as we weren’t overly keen on entering this enticing portal.

Wednesday night saw 4 of us plus two potential new members- Jim and Jess head out into the unknown; this being a new cave for all of us. The plunge pool adjacent to the entrance looked a little deeper than it did on Monday. No one seemed overly keen to lead, so Jim, survey in hand, set off, closely followed by Jess and Will. The delicately constructed dam of rotting vegetation and plastic was no match for Will’s size 10s (?) and a mini tsunami was unleashed downstream as it was breached. Our new members were given a baptism, literally from KCC.

Various routes from the initial chamber were checked out, Will going furthest, head first into a rapidly narrowing passage. Jim had concluded his passage was blocked by debris and Tom’s went back to the entrance.

With nowhere to go other than out, it seemed the trip was over. Almost. Keen for more unpleasant action, it was suggested we try the resurgence and work backwards.
Fortunately I had recced this more successfully on Monday and chauffeured everyone in Maz’s taxi (the back of the van) to the said exit.

The resurgence consisted of a concrete tube going some distance underneath the road. For want of anything better to do we headed in, some on hands and knees, some stooping, all getting wet to some degree.

After a short while it became apparent the only thing to be had here was playing a lottery of catching some form of water borne virus. It wasn’t with heavy hearts that we decided we had had too much fun and we headed out.

And so ended our trip to Nettle Pot. Not a classic, not even sure if it’s got potential, but definitely one for the summer. Maybe.

Sunset Hole

Ami, Jasmine, Scott, Steve, Tom – Report by Steve

With Rumbling Hole down on the meets list and pictures of the Bull Pot Farm road full of snow from the previous weekend, it was decided that the Leck Fell road was to be avoided and we changed to the main Ribblehead road and met at the Hill Inn. We opted for a longer walk to Sunset Hole rather than closer options to take full advantage of the snowy conditions on such a still, clear night. We were not disappointed as we were in the snow as soon as we left the road and the stars were certainly out.

We followed a surprisingly well trodden snowy path through Southerscales up to the final wall. Here the footprints split to go up Ingleborough or turn right and follow the wall towards the Black Shiver Moss area. With an unknown van arriving near the layby at a similar time to us we wondered if by chance we’d have to share the cave with another group. However, the footprints continued along the wall and we eventually had to start to make our own path across the snow field up towards Sunset. For some reason it seemed easier to find and after a bit of wading and sliding about we were soon at the entrance. At this point Tom was leaving us, he had only come out for the walk as his back was playing up. Its either full marks for his dedication to KCC or we’d just been used as an excuse to get out of some kind of new house type chores. Entering the cave was bliss, it seemed like a sauna in comparison to outside and we soon warmed up and progressed downstream.

Ami rigged the first two pitches with no issues, mainly because we could and it did help avoid what little water there was flowing in the streamway. The second two pitches were rigged with Steve’s shiny new rope on its first outing. These ropes proved to be very quick to descend and braking crabs were definatly needed. The magical combination of new rope and not new cams rendered Jasmines descender brake lever redundant and she had to revert back to two handed control of rope. I’ll take it on a muddy trip next time to wear it in properly and slow it down a bit.

A chat about the upper extensions and the bedding plane half way down the final pitch was as far as any extra exploration got. On reading the CNCC notes afterwards it seems they are looking for an update on a potential link to the upper series from a chamber before the 3rd pitch, so there’s more to be done on the next trip if we can remember.

The way out was OK, despite lugging 75 metres of wet rope in a single bag, a visit to Action Stash is required to add a couple of smaller rope bags to Steve’s new rope collection would help for next time they are deployed.

With the knowledge of what awaited us exiting the cave we’d all avoided as much water as possible and were probably dryer than a normal summer trip! We took full advantage of the shelter in the cave entrance to sort ourselves out with dry hats, gloves etc and emerged back into the winter wonderland for a very pleasant walk back to the vans. We were still quite warm enough after the walk despite my van suggesting the temperature was hovering around -8 / -9 degrees C all the way back to Ingleton. All in all a splendid way to spend a winters evening away from the fire side & TV.

Devis Hole Mine

Maz, Scott, Tom

There was no chance we were going anywhere near the planned Swinsto following some of the heaviest rain since Roman times the day before and overnight, and Maz suggested an adventure over in Swaledale that would make a change to our usual areas of operation.

We descended on Kirkby Stephen for midday and slung our gear into Maz’s van. The hour-long windy road over into, and along, Swaledale was the perfect storm for my travel sickness and I spent the hour with my head out the window counting down the endless little villages before I’d be able to get out. 

Temperatures were ‘brisk to disconcerting’ when we arrived at the parking spot and we wrapped up in more layers than usual, but at least it was dry and sunny. The walk up past Grinton smelt mill was lovely and we were soon up at the sloping pipe entrance. We slithered down easily and into the main level, through a couple of crawly bits and an unavoidable shower before breaking into taller walking passage. Maz’s arse disappeared off into a couple of side passages looking for the maze cave but it was a little further on, where a tall rift had several crawls leading off at head height.

The survey we had hurt the eyes to look at, and we decided to head into the maze for what seemed to be a straightforward little round trip to get a feel for it, only to find things didn’t link back round at the end and backtracked. We took a different passage and began a bewildering journey of trying to remember each turn. With junctions every couple of metres, each passage offered a different shape and challenge. Scott had taken charge of remembering the turns we were taking so we all promptly spread out taking totally different parallel routes just to confuse matters. 

A band of crazy fossilised coral followed us at roof height through most of the passages, with lots to look at when you zoomed into it. Eventually, Scott rang the alarm bell that his working memory of junctions we’d taken had reached capacity, and we began back-tracking. It’s quite disorientating how lost you can feel after covering only about 40-50 metres in there.

We headed back out of the maze to go explore a bit more of the mine levels. First we headed up the West Vein trying to find the Occidental Series. This level is an unusual place, with what looks like natural passage on one wall and mined wall on the other side – probably natural stuff that had been widened. We couldn’t find the way in to Occidental at all, only a collapsed section where we thought it was supposed to be. 

Next we headed along Robinson’s Level. This was easy going, with an impressive dig up and over a large collapse as the only obstacle to walking, and on the far side of the drippy tube of the dig we came across Pearson’s Sump, a 15m shaft that we later learned is the route on to the farther reaches. We sadly hadn’t brought any SRT gear and vowed to return to descend it in the future. 

Time was ticking on now after about 3.5 hours underground, and we knew that snow was forecast and we had a high road to get back over, so we made our way out with a quick stop to have a look along Pearson’s Level before the chore of the entrance pipe popped us back out into darkness, and light snowfall. 

We made it back over the tops to Kirkby just in time, with the snow getting heavier as we passed over. 

Giants/Snelslow

Scott, Will – Report by Will

A last minute day off meant we sadly had low numbers on this trip to the Peak District, however with two caves on our radar, both of which requiring SRT and relatively new territory to us both meant we were suitably occupied throughout.

An early start meant we avoided most of the South-bound M6 congestion and found ourselves at Peakshill Farm just after 9am ready for a quick snack and kitting up. One other caver was awaiting his team for the day and their plan was to tackle Snelslow Swallet (one of the two we were there for!) in the morning and be out by dinner, which worked perfectly as we knew that even if they were a novice team moving slowly, they would certainly be out or well on the way out by the time we were going in. Giants Hole was the first on our list then, and we now knew we’d beaten everyone and had the place to ourselves. Both of us had been in previously, however Scott just the once to complete the through/round trip that’s available in there and myself for a couple of cave leader courses. This meant that neither of us had really had the opportunity to ‘explore’ and so that was the plan for the morning. Water levels were relatively high compared to what we’d previously encountered here, but at this stage not enough for us to be worried and we adopted a dynamic risk assessment approach fully expecting to be turned around at some point. I think it’s safe to say that before we got underground, we’d both decided that as dry a day as possible was on the cards! We didn’t mind a bit of wading, and waterfalls that couldn’t be avoided, but neither of us fancied any flat out wet crawls and both deliberately left our wetsuits behind!

In we went, firstly up into the Upper West Passage which quickly turned into a crawl until its end. We avoided the Upper East Passage as the description hinted more of a crawl and wetter than the West so we dropped back down into the main streamway and headed to the First Stream Sump. Although everything was very visibly wet at the sump, it was evident that the levels had recently been higher and had dropped and so this gave us a little more hope we may get the trip we’d hoped for! After a somewhat leisurely stroll plus a bit of stooping down Giants Highway, with the odd stop for a bit of admiration, a well decorated chamber worthy of a picture or two, we soon arrived at Base Camp chamber where the sound of water rang in our ears again. Here there’s an incredible stream flowing along a bedding plane and out of the wall, with an interest climb up to explore (we left this for the way back). With Garland’s Pot next up, we quickly moved through the passageway to where it opens back out and the floor steps and falls away revealing the 6 metre hole that is Garland’s Pot. We quickly had the pitch rigged and deviation in place to keep us as far out of the waterfall as possible (that was rather loud and active!) and onwards into the narrowing passages to keep us out of the cold water spray. After a short meander through some awkward passageway we popped out at Chert Hall, evident by its incredible flow stone formations. We quickly pushed on, again saving this section for our return. After another 10/15 minutes of passageway we found ourselves at the Crabwalk traverse, and quickly set about preparing ourselves for SRT mode again.

A quick flashback to give context – I’ve been in here twice in the last couple of months, I haven’t done the Crabwalk yet but had been to the start of it. My training was looking at cave leader rigging and ropework plus rescue training. I remember coming away from Giants Hole thinking they do like a thread down there in the Peaks and so promptly set out on my return home to equip my already pretty well equipped caving kit with some shortened lengths of cord (I already had/have a HUGE selection of slings).

So there we were at the start of the Crabwalk, I rigged Garland’s so it was Scott’s turn and before passing him the topo we had a quick check. S**T!!! Forgot my bloody threads didn’t I! Brought them all the way back to the Peaks and left them in the van! The Crabwalk has 15 anchor points, 6 being bolted, 8 as drilled threads and 1 as a natural thread. I think it’s fair to say at this point Scott and I called challenge accepted and after a few minutes of interesting rigging and improvisational tactics, we were across the Crabwalk. We had an explore down every available passageway, although most of these attempts quickly were abandoned when our first rule of the day (no wet crawling) soon kicked in and one of us would say to the other “you can if you want, but I ain’t going in that!” I think our success on the Crabwalk gave us a false sense of security somewhat, as the sketchy tactics continued. After peering into a very narrow aven from the top through a small 30cm triangular shaped hole which we couldn’t see the bottom of and it meandered around out of view, Scott and I decided the only suitable option was to connect cows tails and I (being the heavier lump) act as anchor and lower him in. Amazingly Scott got in the opening but sadly to no avail and I promptly pulled him out like hook a duck. A couple more passageways to poke which either choked up or we abandoned within a few metres and we decided to make our way back to explore the things we’d saved for our way out. First being the Chert Hall flow stone climb, at the top of which there’s a small crawl onwards that eventually turns you back and Scott did the honours as the rigging baton was back to me. The Chert Hall traverse starts with a natural and a short ab down the previously scrambled flow stone before traversing off to your left (or right as ab-ing) back towards Garland’s Pot. A series of bolted anchors and drilled threads (let’s not talk about it) take you along an easy traverse with some large ledges on either side, before a narrower ledge takes you up to a main ledge on the opposite side of Garland’s Pot to the way we originally came in. A small 4 metre ab into Garland’s Pot pretty much rounded up the lower section of the cave for us and we were now getting wet and cold from the waterfall coming down Garland’s. With speed in mind now, Scott headed back up the rope end we had just descended and I quickly headed down the stream passage crawl back to Chert Hall to climb the flow stone and de-rig from the start of the traverse, Scott de-rigging from the opposite end, with the plan to meet in the middle, scramble back down into the lower passageway and get out of Garland’s pronto. This went as planned and we were soon back in Base Camp chamber scrambling up the calcite formations to explore the passageways which soon became impassable but were well worth the extra time taken! I think it was evident at this point that we were both ready for a sandwich and so we headed straight for the surface, which luckily didn’t take too long. On our way out we still hadn’t seen a soul, so we really did have the place to ourselves!

Upon surfacing, the cold wind soon kicked in and we both had hoods up and buffs on but the walk in/out for Giants is only a few hundred metres so we were quickly back at the van huddled in the back opening eating sandwiches as though we were setting records. We also spotted that the other party were heading back across the field, and no other vehicle had arrived so we had a clear shot at Snelslow, you couldn’t have asked for better timings! This time, we had packed everything we needed and off we went across the field at a very fast pace in an attempt to warm up. Caving temperatures were perfect, if a touch too warm at times, but on the surface the wind just ruined everything, and had the second walk in/out been any longer I think we may have called it a day after Giants!

After a little descent into the gulley where the entrance to Snelslow Swallet can be found, we climbed down the entrance ladder to instant relief from the wind lifting our spirits again. I handed Scott the ropes along with the topo as the baton was back to him (plus I’d also recently rigged this on another trip and really enjoyed it so wanted Scott to experience that too). Initially some narrow, walkable passageway leads to the first pitch down a well secured boulder wall that ends in a lower roofed space with signs of a potential dig of to the right. The second pitch starts immediately and the way on is down through a narrow slot onto a ledge where a re-belay to the left can be found. A short 4/5 metre abseil to another ledge with a window into a large aven and then there’s a few rigging options to continue but my personal favourite is to go for a ‘Y’ hang with 2 bolts above the window, into a re-belay using a bolt either side of the aven roughly 5 metres below the window, and then your straight down the remaining 25-30 metres below descent. There’s a lot to look at in the bottom of this seemingly small and uninteresting cave. The fossils and the size of them are some of the best and biggest I’ve seen (granted I’ve not seen much outside of the Dales and I still have a lot of the Dales to see! But even Scott joined me in awe at some of them!) mainly crinoids. The passageway does continue on with a low crawl off to the left which we didn’t opt for, and then a passageway to the right leading to another pitch head which isn’t on the topo and so we didn’t have any more ropes with us and neither of us fancied climbing out to cross the windy fields to get more rope from the van and return. Perhaps I should organise a KCC follow up trip? What is at the bottom of that pit?!

Lancaster Hole

Ami, James, Steve – Report by Steve

Armed with a plan and an A4 extract off the survey we headed to the entrance with the aim to simply find our way around some key points. Between us we’d either never been in before or usually followed others around without a care in the world. So whilst we did miss the usual faces for the KCC Wednesday night trips it was a good opportunity for us to go it alone and get our bearings.

We soon discovered we had to share Ease Gill with another group as we found it rigged. However, Ami soon had our rope rigged and we were on our way down in a bit of a shower. It was nice to dump the SRT gear and move around a bit easier.

Slow and steady found us up the climb to the Colonnades. It looks like theres a clean up project ongoing with small mud walls, 1” to 2” high separating the walkway from the some of the calcite floor. The CNCC notes suggest the colonnades formation was expedited by the lime kilns on the surface above, this planted the idea of a spin off surface trip to find them one sunny afternoon. Continuing past, we thought we’d reached the end of that section when we read the ‘bad air’ comment on the survey, given we are all still here maybe there was more to go at.

Back at Bridge Hall we descended into Kaths Way and made our way under the large boulder and onto the muddy slopes around the Fall Pot Area. We had a good look at the fixed lines and other anchors for the Fall Pot routes.

Back over the muddy slopes and across the rift to a 3 rung aluminium ladder up towards Montagu West and its dry mud crawls to the T junction. The streamway could be heard at this point via a hole in the floor. By now we were at the end of the survey sheet and into the hand amended bits pointing towards cross passage and Wilf Taylors Passage. We felt like we’d met our route finding objectives so began to make our way back to the entrance pitch.

We took a more direct return route back and within 30 minutes we were kitted up and on our way up the pitch. The other group had left so only our rope remained which was handy to avoid the cats cradle in the entrance pipe. With James de-rigging we were out in the rain about 1 hour after turning round.

This was very much a route finding trip, identifying future routes and trips of which theres obviously plenty ! All in all a pleasant 3 hours plodding around underground.

Rowten Pot

Dave, James, Louie, Maz, Scott, Steve, Tom – Report by Steve

Loaded up with around 250M of rope, all the krabs from the hut and a few emergency maillons, we set off up the hill.

Ray’s sales pitch for the trip and other peoples previous recollections meant the Eyehole route was discounted fairly early on in the walk up to the entrance so we set off for the Big Gully route.

After the little rain we’d had, the entrance was rather noisy and we were surprised to find a bit of water around but not enough to put us off.

Managed the slippery first pitch down with a 50m to cross the water and crouch in the shelter of the overhang to keep out of the water running off the far wall. This was a good theory, but only served to allow the water running off the wall to go straight down the back of your neck.  The spray from the waterfall in front making sure your legs, arms and front were not left out resulting in a rather damp draughty start.

A swap of riggers took place as I was struggling to find the entrance pitch bolts without my contacts in!  Tom took us down into streamway across a long deep ish  puddle that was easy enough to avoid. The two small slings were just about right for the deviation.

In the confines of the rift we swapped riggers back again and proceeded towards the main shaft. With my limited views down the main shaft due to the darkness and lack of contact lenses I was not too concerned. Dave & Tom then started eroding my confidence by adding sound effects suggesting the view was not a bit daunting, however onward we went.

With more spray from the main waterfall to keep an eye on, good progress was made straight past the bolts for the re-belay traverse. A quick changeover and I was soon back up after a 10m detour. The traverse seemed to take ages with multiple rebelays most requiring adjusting to make sure the loop was long enough but eventually reached the bottom of the main shaft with Dave not far behind.

The way down at the bottom of this route looked dry & OK as opposed to plenty of spray on the opposite side if heading for the direct route. However, it was immaterial as an earlier decision was made in a moment of weakness to leave the final bag of ropes, so we had reached the end of our trip.

Over a boiled sweet and a quick look around we found that we were on our own, so began the ascent. It seemed to go very well, the rebelay working OK and Dave methodically de-rigging the whole lot, even the bag hauling didn’t seem too bad. We were soon in sight of the entrance pitches.

A swing on the rope across the long deepish streamway puddle, resulted in a wet arse which at this point was probably the only dry bit left.

Tom’s light shining down the final pitch was welcoming, as was the full team stood waiting at the top. Another round of boiled sweets or rock hard toffees and that was it, back to the cars.

Another good trip in my view, cold and wet enough for me to re-think doing Crystal next week (TBC) but not too cold to stop us having a good trip. A bit of something for everyone.

Yordas Pot

James, Steve

With enough rope to rig everything we set off into the bottom entrance to have a look, just because you can.

The rain of the afternoon / evening was not having much effect but there was a reasonable amount coming down the chapter house pitch.

A scramble up the slippery stream bed, soon found us at the top entrance. We’d decided to not do a pull through as it was forecast more rain and it had been a while since either of us had been in. Indeed the tree across the top that I last used to go down was obviously long gone.

The first pitch down with deviation was straightforward, so it was just a case of follow the water and there was enough of it to get a full soaking with either your chin or an ear in the water from the start.

A quick look up to the middle entrance we were soon into rigging the chapter house pitch. It seemed to take a while and neither of us warmed up in the process. The deviation provided a bit of frustrating excitement but the water was avoided.

By this time we were fairly cold so logically we decided to split up with Steve going back up the pitch and James walking round to rig down the middle entrance so we could both avoid the wet crawl in reverse. What could go wrong ?

Nothing as it happens, and with impeccable timing we met at the middle entrance and quickly exited. Whilst James was de-rigging the middle entrance Steve nipped down the top pitch to retrieve the krab off the deviation, do a change over and exit out of the top pitch. With more good timing we both met at the top finally warming up after a bit of exercise.

James birthday finished off in style on a wet night in Kingsdale. Wet but clean kit returned to the hut and that was it.

Alum Pot – Northwest Route

Dave, John, Will (Report by Will)

Ami proposed a trip in Alum Pot to the sump and back as she’s yet to do it. I too haven’t been all the way to the bottom yet, so didn’t need much convincing! We settled on a Monday afternoon and then invited any other available club members to join us. We didn’t have a solid plan, but it was quickly evident that the majority vote was for the North West route, the largest possible abseil into Alum Pot. With that decided, we got a team together being Ami, Dave, John and myself.

The day before this trip, we also had a trip to Curtain Pot which was a rather long one at 8 ish hours. The weather for this was dramatically colder than the last few weeks and we exited the cave to solid covering of snow, needless to say by Monday morning there were a few sniffles and coughs about. Ami opted out, and I have to admit after only 2 and a half hours sleep I too was feeling like a day indoors would be nice! However, Dave and John were relying on me to bring the ropes and so I couldn’t let them down.

Off we went as a trio, spirits high and rope bags heavy. Our chirpiness soon quietened as we arrived and climbed over the stone wall to what would now be the start of our adventure. John was the only one to have previously done this route, and so he offered to rig for us, and neither Dave or I argued as we stood on the edge of some 65-70 metre straight drop. Whilst John made use of the trees to aid him to the first re-belay, I took the opportunity to get some pictures with the drone, with mixed results! Had I known then how good the GoPro and phone footage would come out, I wouldn’t have bothered with the drone, but it adds an extra perspective.

It wasn’t long before the first shout of “rope free” was heard from John, and Dave gave me the nod to say he was ready to take on this beast! Again, John worked his way competently through the second re-belay, this time onto the “big ab” 60-65m of pure open air descent surrounded by waterfalls and incredible scenery. Dave followed on and then that was it, my turn, I couldn’t tap out now because they were too far away to shout to let them know!

Once through the re-belays and onto the big ab, it’s hard not to get caught up in the moment, we also got to experience some other cavers watching on from ‘The Window’ viewpoint at the bottom of the Dolly Tubs pitch, which is probably about a third of the way down the big ab. With them as reference, you could really put into perspective the gargantuan hole your in and you certainly feel the exposure. The bottom half of the pitch was a little wet but didn’t deter spirits as we all shared a moment following what is probably one of the best abseils in the Yorkshire Dales. John lead on down the final pitch, opting for an alternative to the topo along the opposite wall which consisted of a short climb up to a ledge for a traverse to the pitch head.

This way certainly kept you dry and avoided the waterfall that was yet to plague us on the way back up the big pitch. A specific rigging stance was required for this last pitch as John couldn’t quite work out if he was happier in the awkward crouch or using the traverse line to stand up and out over the drop. In no time at all John had everything rigged and was at the bottom of the pitch, Dave swiftly followed, and I’d opted to pass and get stuck into the climb back up the main pitch.

The topo suggests an 80 metre rope for the North West Route but I don’t own one so brought a 100 metre instead, which meant standing on the flop for a good minute or two pulling in the stretch from the climb above. By the time I was finally off the ground, I was absolutely soaked from head to toe, and couldn’t seem to get out of the waterfall. Where was this on the way down?! I don’t remember getting this wet! Every step up felt like it had an equally distanced bounce back down and it felt as though I’d never get through the water. As I was coming up on the bridge probably just over half way, I was out of the wet section and back into the incredible free hanging open space. The rest of the climb was actually rather enjoyable at a steady pace taking everything in.

When I got to the first re-belay I could see the distant glow of Dave and John’s head torches below, indicating their return from the sump and readiness to resurface. John certainly put my efforts to shame and absolutely flew up the rope behind me. I noticed he’d also had time to don his hood and he too got absolutely soaked by the same waterfall. Lastly came Dave, also pretty hastily, soaked and complaining of the same waterfall! A quick stop to catch our breaths, remove SRT kits, bag ropes and we were on our way back to the car.

A fine afternoon by all accounts, and one that we will definitely be revisiting in the near future given Ami’s absence. Maybe next time Dave will remember to put the pitch GoPro in place also! If we get a few more takers, we could possibly rig a Dolly Tubs exchange too, and avoid the climb back up North West, although it wasn’t as bad as I thought it was going to be at all!