Present: Duncan, Dour, Martin, Al
Arrived at SWCC hut. Huzzah!
Being dead organised we’d stuffed the ladders and line and assorted and associated shite required for Crevasse pitch into a bag beforehand. Being fuckwits, we left aforementioned sack in our caravan.
Only once we’d changed did this fuck up come to light. So I drev too, too swiftly back to the vans and collected the gear.
Back to the caving…
Finally having got the prerequisite cavers and gear to the entrance, we went down (fnar fnar). Not bad, about ½ one. Not bad considering the faffing.
About 20 to 2, Anthony’s light died terminally. The terminals need re-soldering. Thus the trip lost a dour git from Yorkshire. Oh well.
About 20 to 3, the remainder of the group, under navigation from my own dear self (Dunks!!!) found the right way on from the entrance. Route finding rapidly improved in quality, and we arrived at the Crevasse.
Oooh bugger.
Scary mud slither down to a traverse over a 23m hole. Shat our pants, but no-one died.
Moving swiftly on… (we didn’t, but…)
Got to ½ way along the traverses when a democratic majority (but not unanimous) bottled out. Actually a good idea. Coming back out, some fun was had at a climb not even mentioned in the guidebook. Took about 1 hour to sort out a sensible way of getting us up the b’stard.
Then pissed off out, supped ale, ate slop and went to PUB, where I currently am.
Duncan Collis