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!

Curtain Pot

Ami, Jason, Scott, Tom, Will

We’d been looking forward to this relatively new one, which the CNCC claimed as a ‘splendid adventure’, and we accepted their challenge of ‘8-10 hours for an efficient team’. Jason had his doubts about a pre-midnight exit, but the rest of us were confident we’d get our 10-hour certificate.

After Scott and Tom fueled up with a Bernies breakfast we all assembled at Dale Head and grabbed the five tackle sacks (220m of rope) for the 4km hike to the remote shakehole high on Fountains Fell, with a brief pause while Tom jogged back to get essential anti-grumpiness medication.

Once we were in the general area that Jason’s GPS had led us to, we began searching the shakeholes, with nothing quite matching the description. Eventually after about 15 minutes we found the planks boarding the entrance slot up and began our ‘splendid adventure’.

The first 2 pitches led quickly down the splash-shield ‘curtain’ that gives the pot its name (thanks for the thoughtfulness, diggers), through a short narrow crawl and onto the third pitch, a pretty ab down a shaft that pops out in the roof of a chamber. 

Onwards down the short 4th pitch and we were into the biggest ballache of the trip, 100m of horrible thrutchy T-shaped passage, which would have been a breeze if it weren’t for the beefy bags we were lugging, which just kept sliding into the narrow grabby bottom bit of the ‘T’. Once this was behind us, we were into much bigger passage. 

This had some great formations, and no real difficulties. The cave let us know we shouldn’t get too cocky when a slab of the wall detached on touch, Tom leapt out of the way just in time but it continued chasing him down-slope, with a glancing blow to the arse. On we pushed down a couple of easy handline climbs and past lots more formations and a nice straw grotto up in the roof, before the character of the cave changed again.

From here to the bottom were a series of pitches one after the other, never more than about 20 metres and all with totally different character. We slipped quickly down them but we were all starting to feel the chill by this point, the air is damp and you feel a long way from home.

At the bottom of the twelfth pitch (the tallest in the cave), a narrow awkward slot wound down towards the sump, and Scott claimed a toe dip before the sump started gurgling and booming. We knew that rain/sleet was forecast while we were in, and everyone jumped out of their skin at the sounds and started clamouring to get back out of the tight bottom passage. 

And now it was time for the journey out. At the top of the 12th pitch, Jason (second to last up the pitch) sat away to one side for a moments’ peace to eat his sandwich, and it was only out of sheer luck that Scott happened to spot him before powering out with his derigging, leaving poor Jason stranded in one of the lonelier spots in Dales caving.

We made small work of the journey out as far as the more horizontal bits in the middle, but the chills were definitely setting in as we waited for the derigging duo to catch up to take their bags off them, and as soon as we had hold of them set off at top speed to warm back up. The thrutchy T-passage was nightmarish on the way back out with bags full of soggy rope, and we were glad to back at the 3 entrance pitches.

With the chorus of ‘FUCK OFF, FUCKING BAGS HONESTLY’ echoing down the 3rd pitch from Will, we waited our turn in the spray – the water levels were definitely up a little from when we’d headed in. Ami startled us a bit when the end of the rope started following her up the pitch, another near-stranding. Before long we were back up at the surface, to the surprise of a blanket of snow on the ground. We stood around in the biting wind as Scott brought out the last of the bags and we realised we were still an hour’s snowy march from a car heater still. 

On getting back to Dale Head we discovered we’d taken 8h14 from car to car – so not only are we an efficient team, but we’re at the efficient end of an efficient team! Great trip, great cave, horrible weather. RIP Eski, and respect to the original explorers – what made you look up here?

Photos by Will

Short Drop – Gavel Exchange

Ami, Darren, Gareth, James, Jason, Louie, Maz, Pete, Scott, Sophie, Steve, Tom  (Report by Maz)

In what might be classed as festival sized numbers for KCC, 12, yes 12, members made an appearance on Leck Fell for a mid week jaunt down one of my favourite caves.

We clearly weren’t the only ones feeling it, as a small group of other cavers were setting off for AKA pot, and another 3 were heading down to Short Drop.
All assembled, a counsel of war was held in the car park and it was agreed to rig both entrances to Gavel. This led to guest caver Louis being sent back to his car for karabiners and rope. That is how we welcome new members!

The main challenge began with the task of finding the entrances in the descending fog. Soon we reached Short Drop and the group split into a pair of sixes.
Our group consisting of myself, Steve, Scott, James, Tom and Jason began our descent. I like Short Drop. Its winding passages are easily navigable. There’s lots of little side bits to explore, some interesting features and a bit of a slither early on.

There was a bit more water than we expected and the wet crawl was exactly as it said on the tin. It wasn’t long into the twisting meanders where we met other cavers; the group of three including a 7 year old were on the return. A bit of negotiation, rather akin to meeting another vehicle on a single track road ensued. By weight of numbers, they backed up a bit until we were able to pass.

Soon we reached the fixed rope and slid down avoiding the bulk of the water, any moment expecting the other party. Still no sign, and it was mooted perhaps they’d missed Gavel entrance and were drifting around somewhere on Leck Fell.

Rounding a corner, I noticed lights above which signalled the B team about to descend the pitch. After a bit more shuffling and abseiling, a well organised and slick change over, and the exchange had occurred.

Next, we were on the rope and up the pitch. Tom and Scott de-rigging. The fog had switched to rain and we headed home, narrowly beating the others back by a few minutes.

Thanks to Ami for rigging Gavel and hopefully writing up the other half of this report. Thanks to everyone for a fine turnout

Bull Pot Kingsdale

Tom, Maz, Will, Pete & Dave

A true Wednesday evening classic, we met up in the usual place with dusk starting to settle in, counted heads and came up with one short, which after a wait we proceeded without up to the cave. 

The trudge up to the entrance got everyone warmed up and Dave got it rigged up and we started filing down. We proceeded to the next traverse and pitch, the plan being that Dave rig the slot and Tom rig the alternative for a bit of exchange fun given the recent weather and the stream in the valley being in full flow. Dave seemed to get unnaturally wet setting up the rebelay in the slot, bloomin weather.  

On everyone reaching the bottom of the third pitches, we decided this wasn’t enough. Especially as it wasn’t quite half 7. So Tom derigged his alternative route, finding Pete coming down the 2nd. 

Will lead the rigging of the 4th pitch, getting a nice pendulum going to make the deviation. Tom, Pete and Dave followed, with the pitch being much drier than expected. A short breather at the bottom before we all started filing out, only Tom managed our planned exchange with Dave derigging and everyone back on the surface in the pitch black nice and early. 

Photos by Will. 

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Dungeon Ghyll

Scott and I (Yolanda) went to Dungeon Ghyll for what will probably be KCC’s last canyoning trip of the year. After a slightly delayed start due to Scott’s cat escaping and me faffing about with my many layers of neoprene, we set off up the mountainside. Probably due to my two wetsuits I was soon boiling hot and the trek up the mountain was rather longer than I’d realised, but we were rewarded with beautiful views.

 The canyon consisted of lots of abseiling and even a (very) small cave! A lovely canyoning trip and then a visit to the National Trust café to refuel. Thanks Scott for a great trip!

Illusion Pot

Ami, Maz, Rubee, Scott, Steve, Tom  (Report by Steve)

Armed with sump pumping equipment we set off up the track to Illusion Pot. Most of us having been before some years ago and most managing to have blanked out the memory of the steep climb up the hill side when leaving the track. We caught a bit of the sunset as we climbed into the posh concrete pipe entrance for the ladder climb down.

With hardly any water in the streamway we plodded on through the stoops and muddy crawls and soon found ourselves at the sump.

Despite there being sufficient air space in the sump we commenced pumping operations immediately.

With considerable teamwork the Amazon special pump and hose was soon rigged to Tom’s battery drill and set to work. Various modifications were made to hose lengths, pump prime, height of suction hose, height of the delivery hose etc..etc…… Maz even provided manual assistance by giving the delivery end a good old suck….
The level in the sump remained unchanged throughout all our efforts until we gave up and Ami just went for it. She gave an encouraging running commentary along the way and was soon followed by Maz, Scott, Rubee and Tom.

I remained on the dry side of the sump to recover from my Man Flu earlier in the week and tidy the pumping equipment away.
When boredom overcame me I started bailing the sump with a bucket and decided it was far easier than carting all the other stuff down. Approximately 10 minutes with One bucket seemed to lower it about 3″ to 4″. By the time the rest returned it was noticeably lower.

The wet team had a good explore of the other side, with some crossing the traverse at the Dale head end. I think a consensus on equipment was cows tails and maybe a hand jammer for the climb back up, but I’m sure someone will correct me.

We made our way out with around 30m of old hose from other sump pumping attempts and left an original pump and hose down there. A garden hose/screwed tap connector would be all that’s required to connect the old pump up, but after our experience I would suggest it’s not worth lugging a battery drill down and just use the buckets!

We were soon out to a star filled sky after 2 1/2 hours underground. A bit of grass sledging down the hillside back to the track resulted in some success but mostly just bruises!

Whilst cleaning my kit off the day after I tried the pump under laboratory conditions and found it to be totally useless and not worth anywhere near the £5.99 investment. The hose was cleaned off to be re-used in future garden pond features at Rubee and Tom’s new house.

Hagg Gill Pot

This Sunday four of us converged on Wharfedale, a distant and exotic land (though less so for Jason). Some last minute changes to the lift share plan saw Tom “I Bagsy The Window Seat In Case I Need To Chuck Up Out Of The Window” Calpin take on driving duties for the tortuous roads of Langstrothdale, allowing me to finish my coffee en route. Jason waited politely while I tried unsuccessfully to find a farmer, any farmer, to ask permission from, and then gave up after a token glimpse of a grumpy looking bloke in a tractor. Yolanda arrived in her trademark indestructible Yaris, and we all got changed.
The entrance to Hagg Gill is in a shallow dry valley, slightly uphill of a prominent barn. A scaffolded shaft drops a few feet to a ledge, then a brief constriction allows a hang into a spacious chamber. When we were all down the entrance pitch we went exploring upstream, soon finding the famed helictites which festoon the walls of the narrow streamway. Stay low, or risk further damage! We climbed up and over a boulder choke, then followed more pleasant streamway to a breakdown chamber with a short squeeze on the right. Above this is a handline climb to a high grotto of delicate straws, one of which is about 4 feet long.
After a few photos, we retraced our steps back to the foot of the entrance pitch, and then went downstream. The stream drops through two chambers to a junction with another streamway. Left leads to a fine sump, complete with froth, diving weights and a dug attempt at a roof bypass.
The way on is to the right, upstream. A couple of sporting cascades lead to a fork. Right seemed to lead to digs, grovelling and general misery, while Tom reported that left looked tight and low. According to the description, this improves after a while, leading to further helictites and plenty more passage to explore. We thought that we’d better leave something for a future trip (cough), so turned around at this point, still relatively dry.
Back up the entrance shaft, with the constriction providing some fun along the way, and then we were out to daylight. We finished with a quick romp through Langstroth Cave, since it was fairly close. Yolanda and Jason tackled the wet crawl to the lower exit, while Tom provided a kind of boudoir ambience with the red light on his headlamp. A bold plan was hatched to get to Seasons Bakery in Ingleton before closing time but alas, too late! No free cream cakes this time.
All in all, Hagg Gill is an entertaining place for a few hours on a dry day, with some great stream passage and formations to ‘oooh’ over. Let’s get it back on the meets list some time soon.

(photos courtesy of Jason)

Notts Pot: Adamson’s – Centre Route exchange

Tom, Maz, Sophie, Dave, Claire, Ami & Ray

A great turnout on a miserable evening. Summer is well and truly over. At least we’re not quite into winter yet… but it feels like it won’t be long.

Tom, Ami & Claire set off as an advance party to make a start on rigging the first few pitches, while the rest of us took our time getting changed out of our nice warm, dry clothes. Sophie was particularly keen to cower in the car for as long as possible.

Eventually we set off on the long trog up the hill. On reaching the cave, we were most confused to find that, not only was the 1st pitch not rigged, but there was no sign of the other 3. Where could they be? Climbing back out of the shakehole for a better view of the fell, we must have looked like 4 meerkats, standing on the rim looking in different directions. Not content to sit and wait… and being considerably younger than me… Dave set off across the fell to track them down. Very noble, but how did he know in which direction to go? It turned out he didn’t, as the others reappeared way off in the distance from a completely different direction. They must have walked pretty much to Ireby Fell.

All reunited, and after virtually no p1ss-taking at all, Tom set off rigging the first few pitches to 3-Ways Chamber, where the 2 exchange parties would separate. Tom rigged down Centre, followed by Sophie, Ami & Maz. I rigged Adamson’s, followed by Dave & Claire.

My performance was less than slick, getting hung up on cowstails (twice) and having to be freed from a jammed tackle sack by Claire (at least twice). The initial rising traverse is interesting to rig, with only 1 intermediate anchor on a 15m rope. The 15m rope I took was only just long enough to reach the final anchor. After that, there is an interesting climb up some steel stemples, leading to a short pitch down to the start of the big pitch. The big pitch was fun, although I missed an anchor just a few metres down from the top. This led to a slight bit of rope rub, so Claire rigged a rebelay on her way down. Nearing the bottom, the Centre Route party could be heard below. On the final drop, I narrowly missed dropping directly onto Sophie’s head. She moved just in time.

The exchange timing worked out perfectly. Tom and Maz had a brief foray down into the Lower Streamway, but the rest of us struggled to muster the enthusiasm, preferring to sit and chat instead.

Eventually it was time to start the long journey upward. Everyone exchanged, apart from Maz, who preferred to brush up on his technique on a familiar route. Ami led out Adamson’s, followed by Tom, with Sophie derigging. I led out Centre, followed by Maz and Dave, with Claire derigging.

Maz did very well on the ascent, given that, by his own admission, he is not a natural vertical caver. He has certainly come a long way since his first SRT trip in Bull Pot Kingsdale! One thing that really struck me on the way out was how good the rigging was. Nice one Tom! I’ll have to step up my own game.

Derigging both routes seemed to go well as there was virtually no waiting around on the surface. All 7 cavers emerged in quick succession, one after the other. This was another great trip and it felt like a real team effort, with various people rigging, derigging and carrying tackle. Proof positive that KCC is currently in a really good place.

Smeltmill Beck Cave

Jasmine, Maz, Scott, Tom

This had been on the meets list but rained off so many times, but this time we weren’t going to let it go. After calling the farmer for permission, we met up at Light Trees below the A66 for a slippery scramble up the beck. Maz had been before and expertly found the entrance, a grim little arch with a chilly stream emerging. 

Thankfully, we were all wetsuit/drysuited up and the entrance wallows, while not pleasant, didn’t particularly disturb us. The deep water and low roof soon ended, and lifted into a lovely mile-long walking-height streamway. 

Even though we had a survey and the cave is essentially just one long passage, it was difficult to figure out where we were up to, with endless sharp switchbacks and grabby passage walls. We were all surprised by how decent the formations were throughout, especially the Hanging Gardens. Each new section of passage brought a different character – nothing particularly difficult but all quite interesting, and something different from the usual Dales caves. 

A low wallow at stream level took us into Red Deer Rift, the narrowest and grabbiest bit of the trip. But all too soon this was behind us and the passages were wider but lower, with a more sinister nature. At Main Junction we headed left towards the Handwrecker Series, and after posting ourselves into a watery slot we started to feel rapidly ready for hometime and called it a day.

Most trip reports mentioned it feeling quicker on the way out, but we didn’t feel that way – a mile is a long way to go in these snarly little passages, but it’s a good feeling of progress passing through the different sections. All in all, 7.5/10, would revisit as far as Red Deer Rift 🙂

Marble Steps

Sophie, Scott, Ami, Maz, Ray

It was far too nice an evening to go underground… but Marble Steps beckoned and we couldn’t resist. Before venturing underground, it was generally agreed that the lip of the MS shakehole would make a great wild camping spot. Great views down into the valley. Just beware if you get up in the middle of the night!

Sophie set off rigging down the Gully Route, the top of which (as usual) was pre-rigged with a manky old bit of rope. Still, beggars can’t be choosers and we all dutifully attached or held onto it as if our lives didn’t depend on it. At the top of the big drop, we split into 2 parties, with Scott rigging Sidewinder, followed by Ami, and Sophie rigging Gully, followed by Maz and Ray.

I always like it when the 2 parties almost converge again in the Upper Main Chamber. It gives a particularly impressive view of those on Sidewinder. Scott and Ami looked suitably impressive. Sophie had some fun rigging the final drop down into the Lower Main Chamber, but squeaking was kept to within acceptable levels. Maz did a particularly good job of passing this most annoying of obstacles – I mean the difficult pitch head, not Sophie. Ami had some fun passing the lower of the deviations on the final drop of Sidewinder. All good learning opportunities.

Before long, we all met up again in the Lower Main Chamber, which was as far as we were going on this occasion. A brief chat and we were all on our way out again. Everyone exchanged, apart from Maz, who preferred to go back out Gully Route.

Sophie derigged Sidewinder, which all went according to plan until a jammed krab on the final traverse back onto the Gully Route near the surface. Banging it with a rock didn’t help. It certainly didn’t from my perspective as it was my krab. Scott hanging on it didn’t help. Use of a maillon screwed up tight against the gate did eventually help. Phew!

Ami deserves a special mention for derigging Gully Route. She is at the very start of her rigging/derigging career, but you wouldn’t have known. I’m guessing she’ll be an expert rigger before long.

Winner of this trip’s “How to make life difficult for yourself” award goes to Scott, who tried to prussick out carrying half of a tree.

As good as the trip was… and it was VERY good… the best bit was actually finding an open pub after. It took a few attempts, but the Snooty Fox in Kirkby Lonsdale came up trumps. The evening was rounded off nicely with an eclectic collection of drinks.

Photos by Sophie.