Trip 1: James.
I came. I saw the pitch. I left. I slept.
James Thorne
Trip 2: Al, Jenny, Gary, Chaz, Dave.
I hadn’t been caving before, and never climbed down a 50ft ladder. And instead of being sensible and attending the ladder training session last Friday I drank alcohol till I was sick. Who needs training to go down a ladder I thought? It will be easy. WRONG. the longer we waited at the top of the pitch the more scared I got. Anyway, when I actually got on the ladder it wasn’t so bad, till I looked down. And the ledge near the bottom was a bit awkward, but I made it down in the end.
Dave
We all descended the ladder and waited for Al to come down. We all hid, turned out lights off and made dragon noises when he reached the bottom he cried like a girl. Having recovered (?) we set off through numerous deep dark passages which produced bruised knees, muddy faces and wet bodies. Who’d have thunk it! Us poor novices were told it was a dry cave – if so, how come all my five layers of clothing were soaking wet at the end of the trip. Curious, huh!
Garry
Interesting and beautiful sights, challenging at times but felt a sense of achievement. Had fun listening to Jenny and Al arguing about how they were always right. Top, wet day but I really want my bed now.
Chaz
We went caving. There was a beard. Jenny wasn’t mean and didn’t deserve a slap.
Al
Anthony and Al and Gwyn were nasty. Anthony didn’t understand dragons at all. Caving was dead good.
Jenny
Trip 3: Gwyn, Anthony, Sarah, Melanie, Not James.
A dead good cave. Lots of crawling, so I was glad of my orange Bernies ankle protectors. Lots of very pretty thinks, which we were careful not to touch. One small pitch at the beginning which was laddered.
Reminder: Do this cave on a Saturday, as everywhere is shut on Sundays, ie. no breakfast emporia, no chippies.
Gwyn
Look at a survey if you wan to see where we went.
Highlights included the pitch at the entrance, passing several fallen boulders and a duck that counts as horrible. Only wet point of a dry cave. Lots of crawling broken with some bits of walking to rest the knees.
Low Points: Slipping on a rock on the way back and banging my elbow, this made crawls for a few minutes painful, and no where open that serves a proper breakfast, or chips in the evening near the Crown in whichever town this is. Oh yes you lot are mad, but rated on the scale of the cavers I know you’re not that bad. You haven’t scared me off yet.
Melanie