Why I Joined NUCC
Benedict Claxton Stevens
As a wee nipper aged about 13 I was whipped away by an unbelievably accommodating explorer leader on a caving trip from London to Mendip. Being a staggeringly socially inept individual at the time (current progress is arguable) it was like a weird dream, arriving to what looked like a school hall and sitting mystified as friendly people sat drinking and singing into the night. The next day a wild adventure underground went by in a blur followed by a secretive trip to the Hunters. I was incredibly daunted by the adventures that now somewhat fade into the past.
Then a lot of time passed, with a passing interest in geology, and a few visits to show caves on holiday my interest simmered quietly. An undergraduate and masters at UCL left no options for caving, though the thought passed my mind gently. Little did I know what I was missing out on from Imperial.
But at the dawn of my PhD I arrived at Nottingham and I was looking down the list of societies and spotted caving, ?well it wouldn?t hurt to try it I guess? and wandered to meet the club at the freshers? fair. Greeted by Alex and Jacob, a mad duo I would come to know and love. An introduction talk later which did a lot to expand my vision of quite how much there was below my feet, and how perilous/adventurous a trip could be, I was convinced though with some trepidation.
I intended on it being a pastime, every now and then I would go on a bit of an adventure. But the bug caught me. Both for the deep underground and of meeting the most warm-hearted and welcoming group of misfits reprobates and all round excellent people I had ever come across. After one weekend away I was intrigued, after two it felt like I fit and after three it felt like a family. A whole new world opened up ahead of me with an instant group of friends, a sense of purpose and call to adventure. The next surprise was realising that there was more than just NUCC, the whole student caving community, (and even a few of the old fogey adult cavers too :ras
could be almost as excellent. From Belfry fireworks, to the hard work of the volunteers and speakers at the CHECC?s. It?s changing the course of my life and potentially kicking of my scientific career with cave research alongside my other plans. I?ve been abroad, had rescues, earned all manner of bashes and bruises and seen things I had never imagined. You get to know people you spend 8+ hours and a few life or death situations with in a dark muddy hole. Not to mention the 4 bloody hours in a minibus to get there, singing all the way. And I wouldn?t have anyone else by my side or have it any other way.
After all the welcome I received from NUCC, I immediately wanted to give back whatever I could to this extraordinary group, spending a year as treasurer without even being pressganged very hard and only plied with a little pizza, then stepping up to president which so far has been?. Lockdown. I?m genuinely gutted watching the months tick by counting down the precious couple of years I have left with the bunch. I?m looking forward to trying to bring as much joy to the next generations as I can and pass on the favour. In whatever time I have left. To name all my compatirots and the many joys I?ve had with each of them would take longer than I expect your willing to read but I still feel I?m doing them a disservice in avoiding it.
Stay safe NUCClings <3
P.S. It would not be fair to talk of my one club, without talking of my other, the BEC warmly welcomed me with free membership last year for my blushing bridal pursuits at CHECC, yet due to lockdown I have not got to spend much time with. But that time will come.