Choss: Loose rock. Very common in the Picos. Occasionally applied to bowel movement: "Doctor, I am frightened by this cave and my stool has turned to choss."
In fact, I was one of the best-dressed in the party. Quite unlike climbing, where the better you are the more flash and poncy your gear is, caving kudos can only be gained by putting up with gear that is constantly about to fail. The more holes in your wetsuit the tougher you are, the dimmer your light the obviously more vast your experience. Sometimes in a popular cave you come across a party of potholers who are blundering along dressed in rags and with only one yellow glow from their leader's lamp for them all to see by. In your bright new wetsuit and with your bright new light shining down the passage you press yourself against the rock and let them pass, in awe.
I'm guessing you've heard about/read Joe Simpsons Touching the Void and subsequent Game of Ghosts.If not they are an absolute must. Also - on a diving note - 'Diver' by Tony Groom is a riot of a book about underwater bomb disposal and Deep Sea Sat(uration) Diving.
Jim Eyres books should keep you entertained... pity there arent moreHas anyone mentioned Gemmel and Myers Underground Explorers?Race against time is a gripping read as well
Beneath the Mountains I usually have a deal for a couple of quid at Hidden Earth although down to the last few copies now
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