Present: Stacey, James, Al, George, Kempton
We arrived at Clapham having obtained Dihedral and Flood permits earlier in the same week. George and I elected to get changed up by the cave and so we set off first, leaving Al and Stacey to get changed in the village. We walked up with another group of cavers who later turned out to be from ULSA (the Well ‘Ard Cavers Caving Club!). We got lost trying to find the entrance, but thankfully some smug ULSA bastards were on hand to show us the way. We had a quick look down the main shaft when we arrived, but it didn’t look as impressive as I had thought it would! As we were getting changed we were periodically visited by various ULSA members who took the trouble to wonder over from Bar and Disappointment to take the piss out of us. Ah well!
Once we were changed we entered the cave. George was desperate to rig and so he went in first. After a few minutes he had assembled a traverse and a Y-hang: a task that was not helped by the fact that his arse was hanging over a bloody great 100m hole. Then he began to descend, putting in the first deviation at -6m. I watched in amazement as he dropped into the depths… and then a few minutes later I watched in astonishment as he prussiked back out of them again. “What’s the problem?”, asked I. “It’s a little