Roaring Hole

Roaring Hole

Ami, James

On a verrrrrrrry chilly night we had trouble even getting our kits on with our cold fingers. Ray had warned me off this one which I assumed meant it was going to be wet, so I was well layered up.

We warmed up on the uphill walk in and found the entrance on a beautiful bit of limestone pavement. And it was already occupied! Another group were mad enough to be trying this one on a wet and frosty night.

They had rigged the first pitch which we avoided doing (doesnt seem necessary), scrambling down a pretty tight boulder choke. The geology of this cave feels very different from a lot of others in the area, with lots of wiggling and route finding to do. As James put it, some Proper Caving.

I was thoroughly enjoying myself until I had to navigate through a tight hole with a raging torrent coming down on my head. Unable to see, I missed the largest space and tried to force myself through something very small indeed. Hearing James’ shouts, I had to wiggle back up in to the flow and redirect.

The cave continues with boulder choke climbs that open periodically in to large chambers. One squeeze in particular down through a slot was hard work for James.

After a large ish pitch and a long, low crawl, we found the other group coming out. They were soaked, and warned us of the torrent ahead. Down we plunged – a 10m downward boulder scramble in the waterfall – more akin to Canyoning than caving.

After this the going becomes easier, and James made light work of the next pitch (apparently free climbable- I don’t fancy it!) and a cool traverse, plonking us high above the water of Sunset Boulevard. Here, the cave’s name became evident – the rocks were even vibrating with the noise.

We descended, pleased we’d made it to all but the last pitch. The description claims no one bothers with this one, and we were aware of the long way home, so we called it here – counting the view of stream as visiting it.

The way up through the various scrambles and climbs, with a face full of water and the rushing force all around us, was some of the most fun I’ve had in a cave for a long time. We were even still smiling trying to pry a frozen solid suit off at the car. Thanks James!

Not Peak Cavern

Jasmine, Scott

Quick write up for this one. Despite early promise, the weather deteriorated badly in the run up to the trip, so once again Peak Cavern was abandoned. Jasmine and I were still keen to cave, so we had a little foray into Suicide Cave to do some rigging practice for a couple of hours, had lunch, and then headed to Eldon Hole. We rigged the straight hang down the West Side and got dangling. A couple of rebelays later and we were at the base of the Main Shaft. From here you can climb down into an adjacent big chamber, and use the in situ tracer cord to rig your own rope through an anchor high up on the far wall. This leads into the Damocles Rift pitches, which are quite spectacular and are well worth taking a rope to access.
The next day we had a quick trip to Knotlow Caverns. Once again, I managed to take the wrong, very narrow lane from Monyash, and walk past the hatch entrance. I did at least remember a ‘Derbyshire Key’ though, and Jasmine was soon rigging down the Climbing Shaft.

Knotlow is an interesting mixture of cave and mine, and after a couple of pitches we reached the balcony overlooking the Waterfall Chamber. Predictably this was wet at the bottom, precluding a full descent, but Jasmine was keen to crack the aid traverse and descend a few metres at least. She did a great job, getting soaked in the process by a persistent dribble of icy water from above. To finish off we decided to find the window to the Chapel Dale Engine Shaft, and used that to descend to the other side of Waterfall Chamber, stopping just above the water before reascending, and then derigging our way back out to daylight.
So, once more Peak Cavern was foiled by the capricious Pennine weather, but thanks to Jasmine I had a great weekend of dangling on ropes in Derbyshire. Will be back in the Spring for another try at Peak!

Old Rift Pot

Long Dave, John & Ray

We had hoped to do an exchange with Long Kin East, but couldn’t quite muster the numbers. With recent rainfall, it seemed like LKE may be a bit moist anyway. As it turned out, though, it wasn’t that wet underground, so LKE probably would have been ok.

The day all went very smoothly. We found the cave easily enough and Dave did a great job of rigging the whole thing. We opted for the Bob Hole route to avoid any hanging death on the Ramblers route. The suggested 10m rope for the 3rd pitch could really do with being 12m and the suggested deviation is really a rebelay. Apart from that, and my short cowstail being a bit too long, we reached the bottom in quick order. Dave and I had a bit of a poke around in the very nicely sculpted passages at the bottom while John began the ascent. We were in the Gamecock in Austwick reasonably early for a well-earned pint.

Let’s try to get enough people for an exchange next time!

Photos by Dave & Ray

Notts Pot: Adamson’s – Centre Route Exchange

Dangling tonight: Ami, Jasmine, James, Scott

“The rain it raineth on the just
And also on the unjust fella;
But chiefly on the just, because
The unjust hath the just’s umbrella.”

Anyway, it had stopped raining for the first time in days when we met on a dark Leck Fell. In fact there were distant fireworks, this being Bonfire Night and all.  We had a brief discussion about whether to bother exchanging routes with only four of us?  James expressed a slight preference for exchanging and was justly rewarded with two rope bags for the walk in (thanks James, I was keen on exchanging too!)

Jasmine rigged down the entrance shakehole.  The bedding plane crawl wasn’t as soggy as I’d feared, and soon Jasmine had us all down safely in 3 Ways Chamber.  Here we separated into two factions – Ami and James on the Centre Route, and Jasmine and myself on Adamson’s.

I had intended on rigging the 15m traverse on the approach to the metal staples, but didn’t really spot it and we ended up just doubling back on ourselves to find the right place. A scruffy pitch brought us to an oxbow on the right, and the start of the first section of Birthday Pot ( down a hole on the left). I’d be quite interested to come back at some point and explore De Profundis, another route which diverges from here.

Birthday Pot is in 3 sections, the middle one being the most pleasing, and it lands only a metre from the base of Centre Route, at the time occupied by an Ami.  It was a bit soggy down here, with the water from Left Hand Route emerging nearby.  We exchanged pleasantries while we waited for the other two to descend – my main contribution being to mention that I’d brought Wagon Wheels for everyone, but left them in the van by mistake.  Jasmine arrived, but no James? I eventually went up the last two small pitches of Centre Route to see how he was doing.  It turned out that the rigging had been a bit tight on the final section after adding in an extra anchor, and he’d wisely decided not to swing around under the waterfall for too long trying to escape, and had backtracked.  A bit more fiddling and he was then able to get past, and descended to the bottom.  At this point I pondered that I hadn’t realised that Centre Route actually took this much water… clearly I hadn’t been there in wet conditions before.  The cunning thing is that the water only appears at some late point on the first pitch, and then departs down a convenient hole before the base of the last pitch, some it comes as a delightful surprise…

Jasmine followed me up, very competently derigging the 60m rope, and we swapped bags for the top pitch of Centre. While she derigged the last bit, I spotted the traverse that I should have rigged to get to Adamson’s, and climbed up it in time to meet Ami again.  This traverse is a bit polished, and I didn’t climb back down the same way afterwards.

In a fit of remorse for letting James carry two bags on the way in, plus not considering that Centre Route might be rather wet and then finally denying everyone a Wagon Wheel at the lowest point of the cave… I set off out with two tackle sacks, reflecting that at least I’d eaten a Wagon Wheel before the trip began (this was originally earmarked for Tom, but he cancelled last minute and thus forfeited his sugary snack).

It wasn’t too long before we were all back on the surface. A good trip, with everyone rigging bits and pieces.  Maybe a BT route – De Profundis exchange next time, if there are any takers? 🙂

A Flushing through Short Drop

Tom, Maz, Chris G, Sophie P, Sophie H, Billy, Vikki, Ray

With incredible foresight, Paddy declared himself unable to lead this one weeks in advance, so I took the reins for what should have been a nice relaxed wander through Short Drop and, hopefully, an extension to see the pretties of Glasfurd’s Chamber in Gavel Pot. Tom even volunteered to rig the Gavel entrance and the 2 pitches down to Glasfurd’s.

All such hopes were in doubt as the heavens opened while we were getting changed, soaking everyone before we even set foot underground. For a while it was really pleasant to be in the cave. Until we started the crawl that is. Water levels in this were unpleasantly high and were a definite sign of things to come. Water was thundering through the narrow rift passage after the crawl, which was quite fun, but every short downclimb seemed to end in a deep pool. Some of these pools seemed almost bottomless. Poor Sophie P managed an almost complete submerging in one.

As the passage got bigger, so it became more pleasant. But how wet was the pitch going to be? As it neared, the sound seemed to suggest it would be very wet indeed. Last time I was in SD, there was a fixed rope, but no such convenience this evening. The pitch was quickly rigged and Sophie P offered as a sacrificial rope dummy. Would she disappear into the waterfall never to be seen again? Thankfully no. The rope hung largely free of the falling water. However, there was little avoiding the deep pool below. Most people got a bit of a dunking here until they were able to scrabble back onto dry land.

After everyone else had descended, I thought about leaving the pitch hard rigged and just coming back for the rope on a drier day, but opted for a quick rerig as a pull-through. Thankfully the rope pulled down easily enough and we were on our way again. Most people were really starting to feel the cold by now after waiting at either the top or the bottom of the pitch for quite a while. The prospect of visiting Glasfurd’s was definitely starting to lose its appeal.

A short distance downstream we saw Tom’s light at the end of the traverse from Gavel. A very welcome sight indeed. So began the long process of getting everyone up the initial climb, across the traverse and up the Gavel entrance pitch. While awaiting my own turn, I took the chance to derig the pitches down to Glasfurd’s. I was glad to see that Tom had only rigged the first of these, so that I didn’t have to go far down.

Thankfully the weather was much more pleasant on the walk back from Gavel, although there were grumblings in the ranks about it being quite uphill… and a long way. Clearly we had descended quite a long way through Short Drop. It felt quite late and I wondered if we may be in danger of missing our callout time, but it was only 10pm as we stragglers got back to the cars.

I’d never been to Short Drop in such wet conditions before, but looking back at it now from a nice warm house, it was sort of fun. I’m hoping the trip has whetted the appetites of some of our newer members to go back and have an explore up some of the numerous inlets.

It’s A Cracker > Notts II

Dave (big), Dave (regular), James, Jason, Ray, Tom

The logistical difficulties of rigging a Leck Fell through-trip makes them less common on our meets list, but with the Two Daves bravely coming forward to enjoy an SRT-only bounce trip while de-rigging out it didn’t seem so hard this time round. Boxhead and LJ were potential entrances on the list, but in the end we decided on a less usual option – It’s A Cracker.

After Inglesport breakfast for some we met up on the fell, the through-trippers parking at Notts II for an easy walk out, and we reached Cracker to find the Daves already busy at work at the head of the first pitch. It was good to see Regular Dave back out again, and reassuring to hear him checking whether his Simple was on the right way while dangling over the 50 metre drop. 

Down Big Dave’s beautiful rigging of Paparazzi we headed, and on to Regular Dave’s equally beautiful ropework on Park Bench pitch. What’s not to love about these pitches? Our diligent riggers headed off to the final pitch while the rest of us regrouped and followed them down. In a matter of minutes Big Dave had an elegant rig across to the Kendal Flyover including a tyrolean guide line, we were truly spoilt.

At this point it was time to part ways, with Daves heading back north to the sunny fell above. The rest of us de-kitted and packed ourselves in tight for the gruelling crossing that lay ahead. Into the Cresta Run, we quickly reached the climbs down to the lower level. Ray took on the first downclimb, but at the first sound of difficulties James and I scrambled over the top of him to head for the larger gentleman’s rope 30 seconds further on. This proved to be horrible, with the combo of muddy gloves and muddy rope making it a bit of a hope and prayers situation. We somehow got down unscathed but were unhappy. If I do this trip again I’m either taking a bit of tat to rig as an in-situ mini pitch, or at least leaving my SRT kit on a little longer and down-prussiking the knotted handline. The other two headed down their choice of climb, Jason of course taking it head-first apparently.

Next follows 45 mins or so of general wriggling, muddying, ducking and routefinding through the complex of the Tate Galleries. Luckily we had a Ray with us who unerringly led us through from memory. Eventually we reached the bottom of the fearsome climb upwards into the Lyle Cavern High Level series where our KCC forefathers had lifted a boulder and discovered all this nonsense 40 years ago. This involves a well-polished near vertical gully heading up just over 10 metres, which was strenuous. Some found a jammer was a good reassurance on this (they just about fit on the current in-situ handline).

All up and well, now we could enjoy the 10 minutes of pleasant well-decorated walking in the middle of the trip. It was nice to match this up with where I’d been a couple of months ago with Scott when trying the 3 Counties connection out for size, and before long the pretties ran out and we were at the muddy scrabble up to the ‘vestibule of pain’ which affords a quick break before starting the connection. We slid through mostly solemnly, cursing every bag-catching rock as the connection drank our energy, and dreaded to think what might happen if we met a party heading the other way.

A final dunk through Bruno Kranski’s and we were back in the welcoming lap of Notts II, and made a speedy exit through comfortable and familiar territory, to emerge to the two Daves waiting for us. I assumed they were after their free pints for derigging, but it seems they just didn’t want to take the ropes back for cleaning. We made our way to the Pheasant at Casterton for a well-earned pint by the log fire. Cheers all!

Red Moss Pot

Chris G, Damian, Maz (Report by Maz)

WHAT CAN I DO TO MAKE YOU LOVE ME?
The original plan was a bimble down Calf Holes, but with settled weather and no rain forecast, I figured an active stream cave might be the order of the day. Therefore I did a switcharoo with my leads and opted for Red Moss Pot

After last week’s trip where 12 showed up for County, I thought I’d get some enthusiasm off the back of this, and so with optimism I duly posted out my invite.
In the event this was not to be, only Chris G and Damian answered my call; Tom choosing to spend time with a rather pregnant Rubee instead of coming caving. Pathetic!

I did RMP last year with Dave and remember very little. Only three words sprang to mind: wet, cold and pretty. I wasn’t referring to Dave though.
In fairness the description in Northern Caves doesn’t read too nicely, and the odd comment on UK Caving doesn’t inspire either.

I choose to disagree. RMP is a cracking trip.

The trip began with Damien leading us uphill to “one of his favourite caves.” In a feat of surgical precision, got us straight to a bin lid sized entrance in a shallow depression. In the dark. He claimed not to have been here in 15 years. If this is the case, then this is the best bit of navigation I have seen in the 22 years I was a Geography teacher.

Chris led the way. Through a few little squeezes to the climb. The guide suggested it was possible to free climb the 8m drop; indeed Damien attested to have done that in the past. Fortunately however I was present and no such bravery. The others quickly rigged a 10 metre rope off a natural and down went Chris, followed by myself then Damian.

The next couple of hours were a pleasure. The water was noticeably low, and I was significantly warmer; clad in neoprene as I was. Most of the time we were in water, ankle deep, waist deep, sometimes chest deep, but almost always walking. Through Cascade Chamber and along Kierby Walk, our route was accompanied by formation after formation. Endlessly pretty. We stopped briefly at Sludge Inlet to contemplate it’s horribleness.

Soon we found Long Mire Inlet and thought about exploring. Alas, Damien was desperate for a dunking and we headed onwards towards Sump Passage. Quickly the floor dropped away and Damien was up to his neck. Chris and I hesitated but I was overcome with uncharacteristic bravery and followed. I managed to find an underwater ledge which kept my head above water for a while. Unfortunately when this ran out, I slipped and became completely submerged. I saw a returning light and Damian kindly informed me he had pretty much found the end and it wasn’t worth coming onwards. Chris kindly took photos.

We turned tail and kept moving, aware we could get cold. Returning to the pitch, Chris swarmed up it and was soon guiding me from above.

Earlier, I had, as a last minute thought, bought my cowstails and a jammer. This proved a godsend as I was able to use hand and footholds in combination with a bit of security on the rope. It clearly impressed Damian, who asked for them to be sent down and he soon scaled the pitch.

A return crawl/shimmy through the entrance series and we were out. Time flies when you’re having fun, and we’d been underground for close on 3 hours.
Don’t be put off by the prospect of getting wet. This is a great trip. What else can I say to make you love Red Moss Pot?

County Pot – Ignorance Is Bliss

Ami, Billy, Chris, Chris G, Jasmine, Jason, Maz, Paddy, Ray, Scott, Sophie H, Tom

My plan to turn what’s generally a pleasant and enjoyable cave into an arduous chore was thwarted when 12 people turned up at Bull Pot Farm looking for a good time. Was it right to spoil so many people’s evening? Should we break into smaller groups? No, let’s take one of the more unpleasant routes as one huge platoon, what could go wrong?

Billy was along for his second KCC trip, Chris G was out for his first trip as a full KCC member and Paddy’s mate Chris (already an experienced caver) was joining us, so it was great to have some new faces among stalwarts. 

After getting down to Broadway it was fun seeing KCC members popping out of the walls in 3 different places, we regrouped and Billy, armed with a survey, led us onwards to Spout Hall. With a minor arse soaking for everyone on the way down, we headed downstream and picked our way up into the ceiling at the start of Ignorance Is Bliss. The 15 minutes of pain began with a squeeze past a slightly wobbly boulder, which provocatively pulled down Maz’s harness. A few minutes of low crawling and twists ends at the halfway break point, a  few seconds of standing room before climbing up to a hidden shelf above and into the flat-out crawl. 

Some inconveniently-placed nobbles in the floor create a pinch point that was variously sailed effortlessly through or sworn at, and before we knew it we were back into standing room in the dusty passages of Upper Pierce’s. On regrouping at Cotton Chamber, it was clear that a handful of the team were going to need more than gravity to get through the squeeze down to the lower part, and we rigged a hasty abseil bypassing the squeeze, with the misery of Ignorance Is Bliss behind us a strong driver to not turn back.

The original plan had been to return via Paper Floor Passage, but after dropping down to the streamway time was getting on and we didn’t fancy another post-midnight finish, so we headed back via the Whiteline route, with a quick detour through Whiteway for the pretties. The first 6 up the Whiteline pitch/climb headed off to split up the wait at the entrance pitch, the second group catching them up just as they were heading up. A selection of brownies and rocky road were provided at the bottom of the pitch for those facing a wait, and KCC gradually oozed out of County once more. 

Pics by Sophie H & Tom

Wookey 24

Mendips: Day 2

Team: Scott, Tom, (Original) Sophie, James, Ami

I had enlisted my friend Wayne on the sunday as he is a guide on almost every cave in Somerset (many caves there require a Leader). After a bit of back and forth, he was very excited to see an opening in the generally restricted, and usually inaccessible, far reaches of Wookey Hole. It seemed like a serendipitous opportunity!

So we met in the car park under strangely strict instructions (which included not getting changed in the car park – an impossible feat) and set off through theme-park style gardens full of dinosaurs and singing pumpkins. Thankfully beating the first tour group of the day by seconds, we ducked under the tourist tape in Wookey 20 and off went.

The chambers in Wookey are numbered in the order they were discovered, which is why Wookey 20 is right at the entrance, and Wookey 24 was a 4 hour trip away. Until recently you could only access 24 by diving, but a connection was made for dry cavers, and after a lot of negotiations, the show-cave owners agreed to trips.

We set off through some beautiful passage up hill, soon reaching a T junction covered in some sparkly flowstone. Here’s where the work begins – a series of 7 rifts, descending 80 metres, with no SRT in sight. Each was varied – from slidey mud to squeezy traverses – but the whole team took it on like pros and soon we reached 24.

This is a huge chamber, with sumps to see on all sides where the divers access various other sections, including 23 3/4 underneath us, and 26 – where further exploration is currently halted due to dangerous conditions. We had been warned in the pub about the hairy staples that are simply ‘in’, not attached to, the wall – we headed up in trepidation, desperately trying to push down on them rather than lean back, which isn’t easy on an overhang.

They did lead us up to the incredible Conglomerate passage. Quite a thing to behold. We saw the divers camp and several digs – perhaps next time the round trip to Land of Hope and Glory might be complete. For now, we had to begin our journey back. Some returned to the base of the rifts via the sketchy staples, and some took a chilly dip in the river Axe for something different.

Now all we had to do was get back up those rifts to the junction 80 metres above us. No mean feat, but the KCC showed Mendip what we’re made of, even after a snapped ladder left poor Sophie and Scott to scale a very unfriendly rift unaided. For my money, lots of variety and fun in this trip, plus we were able to go to the ice cream parlour afterwards. Even the terrible Wookey theme music on loop couldn’t destroy our spirits. Thanks for the trip everyone!

Pics by Tom

Swildon’s Hole

Team: Scott, Tom, Sophie, James and Ami (with guest appearance by Jerome)

Day one in the Mendips so it had to be the classic.

After journeying down in Storm Amy’s torrential downpour, I was worried Swildon’s might be too wet for the day’s plan. But apparently Somerset doesn’t work like that – with such a huge flood basin and a dry summer, Swildon’s was about the driest I’ve ever seen it. The wind however was really trying to finish off the long-sick Ash tree at the entrance.

In we went and straight down the Short Wet Way, through the various chambers to the main streamway. It’s a pleasure showing people this cave, as it is easy to forget how beautiful it is when you’re just trying to make it beyond the 20. Lots of appreciative noises echoed around the formations.

Scott’s expertise helped me rig the 20 (requires an 8 metre ladder climb or a totally disgusting free climb) with a life line for all and we were back to all the fun of Swildon’s – scrambling, sliding and getting soggy through various pots and water falls.

Taking the higher route we soon reached Sump 1. Despite having been through goodness-knows how many times, I still made James take the lead. But once he’d bravely taken the plunge, we all followed on with no issues, to see the various stolen road signs on the other side that show you the way on.

Today we opted for the Approach Passage round – an old favourite of mine and Jerome’s. The character of the cave changes completely beyond Sump 1 – and we set the team off up to the leap in to approach passage. This is a bit of a bold step, but what really makes it is that that step is in to an uphill mudslide. Thankfully these days there is an in situ rope to assist, but it highlights why we don’t go round this route the other way – ending with a downhill slide straight over a massive drop.

Approach Passage is a narrow and extremely muddy uphill crawl, followed by some downhill slides (cries of ‘Weeeeee’ from James). There’s some fun and challenging drops beyond to get you back down to the original sump level, and I think the whole team thoroughly enjoyed it. Perhaps next time we should go on to Blue Pencil.

Back up with a few variations, including the Rift, the Long Dry route and the Zig Zags. No exit through the tree as it really was trying to come down in the wind. James and Jerome even tried to give it a hand, but it is still clinging on.

Back to the hut for a hot shower, an incredible goat curry by James and a trip to the Hunters for a pint. The day was finished in style by some very fancy late-night cheese crumpets which were produced in their droves by Courtney and Monica. Team Wessex certainly treated us.