I actually like this image. Sort of a portent of doom I suppose. The hand looks disembodied . One of those funny images you only get one chance with. Anyway that lot collapsed so is not there now.
Preview of disaster. The hand on the boulder that would squash mine. by
Nicholas Chipchase, on Flickr
Duncan Price. Reservoir sump trip. by
Nicholas Chipchase, on Flickr
Naomi lowering kit. This area collapsed on the way out. by
Nicholas Chipchase, on Flickr
Claire Cohen ,third from left kindly, drove my car back to Taunton. Such a nice person.
Sump Trip May 2012. It was to end in disaster. by
Nicholas Chipchase, on Flickr
My tiny hand is squashed. by
Nicholas Chipchase, on Flickr.
It took a lot of finger bending by my sadistic physio to get my hand working again as the tendons were damaged. I still have one bent finger which tends to cross over the others when making a fist. How we moved that huge boulder I will never know. I had my shoulder pushing upwards whilst Duncan hauled on a rope. Close to panic and shock Duncan's reassurance did not help. " Don't worry I am a doctor . Er of Chemistry " ( or something ). Naomi came down with the collapse as if the boulders were not enough. She was bleeding a lot from a facial wound. They took her out and initiated a huge and embarrasing call out. Rob the vet asked to see my tongue. " Shall I say meow " I said. The hand was pinned against the side wall by the boulder. It must have missed my head by a few centimetres. I managed to get out with help on the ladders. Exiting the cave I saw a policeman. " I am the casualty" I said. " Can you carry me down? He refused. Looking down to the road I was horrified. Fire engines, Hazard Response Teams, Ambulances and Paramedics. Many people milling around but nobody in caving gear. I tried to get to the car to change and drive home. They would have none of it. I got " attacked " by the Hazard Response Team who helpfully declared that my blood pressure was high. Another argument ensued when they wanted to take me by ambulance to Weston Super Mare hospital which I flatly declined. Luckily one of the paramedics had driven up from Taunton and took me back there. Claire drove my car home .
Next time.
When my arm was broken at Skyfall we decided no ruddy call out with the attendant fuss. God did it hurt when the boulder came down the pitch on to me. The ladder climbs were awful but they got me up. Not easy with an arm in a sling. The rest was easier. We went back to Martin's for tea where I fell asleep. Nigel drove my car home. The wife was not amused. Anyway I had tea and then walked nearly a mile to the hospital in pouring rain. Took my turn for three hours in shock and mud splattered. Nobody in the crowd looked worse than me. One child had a raisen up her nose. Anyway her Grandad bought me coffee.
Some six weeks in a pink caste then I was told that there was " no union ". Despite taking Vitamin D the ruddy bone had not set. In any case it was %30 displaced. I could feel the lump.I walked home in tears. ( A was also waiting for a painful hernia repair cancelled whilst my arm was in a sling ). Luckily I got admitted next day ( New Years Eve ) and a plate was put in. I had nobody to wish me Happy New Year alone in my hospital room at mid night.