Present: Chris F, Gwyn, Al
Hanging spiky death abounds in this lovely bad air filled cavern that “smells like a grave” (thanks Al). We ran through this place after we went down the entrance shaft with me depositing snow on Al’s head on the way down. The aardvark trap was devoid of aardvarks we think they have been hunted to extinction! I found the joy of not having any knee pads and decided to get off my arse and get some. Gwyn got excited cos it was his last cave ever (well sort of)). Al and I decided the cave was scrott-tastic and didn’t want to go back. I think Gwyn liked it. Weirdo.
Chris