Lost Johns – 22nd July 2012

Lost John’s (or Johns?  Or Johns’ ?) cave.  John F, Andy G, Tim D, Ken W, Jason

The advertised trip (Boxhead to Death’s Head exchange) had mysteriously failed to generate a quorum, so the decision was taken to do something less demanding.  Tim and Ken apparently had more important things to do in the afternoon, so Tim shot off to rig down to Centipede, the rest of us following in a more leisurely fashion.  Having got to the bottom of Centipede, he and Ken did a smart turn-round leaving the rest of us to proceed to the streamway.

This went straightforwardly enough, water levels being surprisingly low given the recent ‘Summer’, although Battleaxe traverse seemed to have even fewer footholds than usual.

Time was not pressing, so we had a look upstream (until it got too small) and downstream (until it got too wet).  John announced he wasn’t going further downstream than welly-depth, but manfully continued until the canal section – he obviously had his big wellies on!

There were a variety of inlets, and muddy ropes hanging from the roof, all of which doubtless went somewhere interesting, but no-one was keen enough to take up the challenge.

The return trip was also uneventful, though slower due to reduced portering manpower.  I tried to persuade Andy of the merits of pantins (I’m a recent convert), but after faffing for a few moments getting it off the rope at the head of Candle, I don’t think he was convinced.   Anyway, we made fair time and were rewarded with the smell of warm grass about 4:30.

Notts II – 25th August 2010

Notts II – Tom Groome, Helen, Jack F, Pete (his neighbour), Jason

Three of the party hadn’t done this trip before, so it was a good chance to show off a cave which must have one of the highest prettiness to accessibility ratios in the Dales.

At the roadside a chap was waiting for his mates to go on a capping expedition to Bruno Kranski’s.  Apparently, a connection to Lost John’s has been smoke-tested and there is only 10m to go.  A good through trip is in prospect, but may be some time off due to the engineering required to make the connection safe.

Having descended the artificial entrance (declared ‘awesome’ by the youths), we quickly got to the streamway and turned left for the downstream sump (by way of leaving the best bits to last).  I had never gone this far before, and most uninviting it looked !

We then yomped upstream, resisting the temptation to explore the many inlets indicated by lengths of muddy rope and headed for the upstream sump.  On reaching the canal, Tom gamely waded on, up to his chest.  I climbed up and tried for the traverse, one simply hates getting wet.  Finding an inviting inlet (number 3?  Or 4?), Helen led the lads up there while I carried on traversing above the canal, not wishing Tom to feel abandoned.  I was pushing the envelope of my traversing skills, but managed to avoid a sudden plunge into the water and eventually caught up with Tom at the sump.

After a quick look at what must have been inlet 1 (which obviously went some distance – I hadn’t realised how big this cave was!) Tom and I returned to meet up with the others.  I waded – and swam – this time, the traverse was more trouble than it’s worth.  Pete was getting cold by this time (his choice of swimming shorts under a ripped boiler suit could have been bettered) so we had a quick look at inlet 5 to admire the fine formations, followed by a quick march out to warm up.

A good trip, well enjoyed by all.