alastairgott
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Andrew farrow ? obituary
Where do I start, I?m not the only one feeling the loss of such an enthusiastic Caver. The lions share of my trips outside Derbyshire were with Andy, and his knowledge, unique organisational style and generally adventurous attitude were second to none.
I would always ask Andy what he?d been up to since I last saw him, and his reply would always be ?not much?. I found out after one of these occasions that he had helped to pull a train out of a mine in North Wales using a plethora of heavy lifting gear with Heavypetal. He was a true gentleman, always downplaying his abilities and accomplishments. If I got the chance to see him last week, I?m sure he would have said he?d not been upto much despite being on the summit of a hill at dawn on the summer solstice and cycling from Leeds to Liverpool via the canal.
I remember one trip with Andy to Nenthead, which was a classic for the exchanges we had between each other. I was apprehensive about route finding when I arrived, as we had the Nenthead traverse planned over the weekend. But having only done half of the route before under Benfools guidance, I was not certain I would be able to find the way. When I arrived at the hut Andy had a full set of Nenthead surveys printed out in full colour and copies to be able to take into the mine, this immediately put me at ease. We entered Capelcleugh and after some time arrived at the rise?s into sun vein, now I remembered climbing a ladder with Ben, but which one? there was quite a bit of dithering about, and Andy turned to me and asked if I knew where I was going. We eventually got upto the higher levels and then tried to work out where we were, taking bearings of various passages with the use of Andy?s surveys until we got Andy to a place that he knew. He was immediately in his element and knew exactly where we were.
This was not my only Nenthead trip with Andy, indeed Andy felt quite at home in the passages around Nenthead. On my last trip, I was specifically invited as Brewery Shaft was his next objective, having read about it before I knew that you rigged from some bits of metal and abseiled down. Whilst true for most who descend the brewery shaft, not our Andy, who proceeded to take out a multipod to rig a straight hang down through the hatch right at the top of the brewery shaft. I was flabbergasted, I never expected Andy to pull out a bit of kit like this from his car stuffed with gear.
Andy was never one to come ill equipped for anything always preferring to have more gear than perhaps others would feel necessary. A lot of the time this involved packing and unpacking his car throughout a weekend, but was never more useful than on the last trip I was on with Andy to Cwmorthin. On the last weekend of February and first Sunday of March, we had a club trip to North Wales, during which we did a few mines and on the Saturday night I shared some of the hip flask of whiskey I had brought with me with our Andy and he told me of plans for the catacombs this summer. On Sunday morning we had a trip to Cwmorthin planned and Andy was again in his element, having already acquired the key, he then proceeded to pull out enough pulleys from his personal supply to give one pulley to nearly everyone on the trip. And we had a couple of bags to share between us for the various bits we would need a rope for. Andy had a thing for ensuring I carried a bag on a trip? So part way round we agreed that one of the members of the team would have the bag for a little bit, and then hand the bag to me. Through the enthusiasm of the person carrying the bag I found myself without the designated bag, so with glee I pointed this out to Andy who was incensed that I was not carrying a bag so stopped the others just to give me the pleasure.
There are probably plenty of trips which Andy would be able to recall that I dodged carrying a bag an occasion in Lost Johns? but the one which will probably always stick out in my mind was a trip to Meregill with Andy and Pete O?Neil. The three of us had a great trip to the bottom, and I couldn?t remember anything from my previous trip down there with CM, MS and AT. Me, Andy and Pete had a good explore down at the bottom doing various little routes off the passage leading to the sump, and then returned to the base of the ropes, at this point there was a small debate as to who was going up first and who was derigging. No one seemed to want to say no to derigging, so being the gentleman I made a decision and started ascending the ropes. I got up the first rope rapidly, so thought I didn?t want to get in the way so started up the second rope. Total length of rope now passed, about 65m, one bag I thought! I?ll just carry on so I don?t get in the way. The look on Andy?s face, never mind the words out of his mouth when he got to me with a bag. Eeep! I have an inkling this might be the reason why he was always keen to ensure I carried a bag.
Andy, If you?re up there I?ll be carrying a bag for you and making a toast of whiskey whenever I can, you were a true friend to many and a real swissarmy knife to caves and cavers.
Where do I start, I?m not the only one feeling the loss of such an enthusiastic Caver. The lions share of my trips outside Derbyshire were with Andy, and his knowledge, unique organisational style and generally adventurous attitude were second to none.
I would always ask Andy what he?d been up to since I last saw him, and his reply would always be ?not much?. I found out after one of these occasions that he had helped to pull a train out of a mine in North Wales using a plethora of heavy lifting gear with Heavypetal. He was a true gentleman, always downplaying his abilities and accomplishments. If I got the chance to see him last week, I?m sure he would have said he?d not been upto much despite being on the summit of a hill at dawn on the summer solstice and cycling from Leeds to Liverpool via the canal.
I remember one trip with Andy to Nenthead, which was a classic for the exchanges we had between each other. I was apprehensive about route finding when I arrived, as we had the Nenthead traverse planned over the weekend. But having only done half of the route before under Benfools guidance, I was not certain I would be able to find the way. When I arrived at the hut Andy had a full set of Nenthead surveys printed out in full colour and copies to be able to take into the mine, this immediately put me at ease. We entered Capelcleugh and after some time arrived at the rise?s into sun vein, now I remembered climbing a ladder with Ben, but which one? there was quite a bit of dithering about, and Andy turned to me and asked if I knew where I was going. We eventually got upto the higher levels and then tried to work out where we were, taking bearings of various passages with the use of Andy?s surveys until we got Andy to a place that he knew. He was immediately in his element and knew exactly where we were.
This was not my only Nenthead trip with Andy, indeed Andy felt quite at home in the passages around Nenthead. On my last trip, I was specifically invited as Brewery Shaft was his next objective, having read about it before I knew that you rigged from some bits of metal and abseiled down. Whilst true for most who descend the brewery shaft, not our Andy, who proceeded to take out a multipod to rig a straight hang down through the hatch right at the top of the brewery shaft. I was flabbergasted, I never expected Andy to pull out a bit of kit like this from his car stuffed with gear.
Andy was never one to come ill equipped for anything always preferring to have more gear than perhaps others would feel necessary. A lot of the time this involved packing and unpacking his car throughout a weekend, but was never more useful than on the last trip I was on with Andy to Cwmorthin. On the last weekend of February and first Sunday of March, we had a club trip to North Wales, during which we did a few mines and on the Saturday night I shared some of the hip flask of whiskey I had brought with me with our Andy and he told me of plans for the catacombs this summer. On Sunday morning we had a trip to Cwmorthin planned and Andy was again in his element, having already acquired the key, he then proceeded to pull out enough pulleys from his personal supply to give one pulley to nearly everyone on the trip. And we had a couple of bags to share between us for the various bits we would need a rope for. Andy had a thing for ensuring I carried a bag on a trip? So part way round we agreed that one of the members of the team would have the bag for a little bit, and then hand the bag to me. Through the enthusiasm of the person carrying the bag I found myself without the designated bag, so with glee I pointed this out to Andy who was incensed that I was not carrying a bag so stopped the others just to give me the pleasure.
There are probably plenty of trips which Andy would be able to recall that I dodged carrying a bag an occasion in Lost Johns? but the one which will probably always stick out in my mind was a trip to Meregill with Andy and Pete O?Neil. The three of us had a great trip to the bottom, and I couldn?t remember anything from my previous trip down there with CM, MS and AT. Me, Andy and Pete had a good explore down at the bottom doing various little routes off the passage leading to the sump, and then returned to the base of the ropes, at this point there was a small debate as to who was going up first and who was derigging. No one seemed to want to say no to derigging, so being the gentleman I made a decision and started ascending the ropes. I got up the first rope rapidly, so thought I didn?t want to get in the way so started up the second rope. Total length of rope now passed, about 65m, one bag I thought! I?ll just carry on so I don?t get in the way. The look on Andy?s face, never mind the words out of his mouth when he got to me with a bag. Eeep! I have an inkling this might be the reason why he was always keen to ensure I carried a bag.
Andy, If you?re up there I?ll be carrying a bag for you and making a toast of whiskey whenever I can, you were a true friend to many and a real swissarmy knife to caves and cavers.
