I remember many years ago, coming out of Hardrawkin Hole, having just negotiated my biggest pitch to date feeling quite elated. It was just dusk and there was a beautiful (similar) sunset over Morecambe Bay. The moon was rising and a lonesome Curlew was piping overhead. One of those special moments where I just sat for five minutes listening to the water gurgling down the cave and feeling absolutely content with life.
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