Our numbers grew during the weekend to end up with this impressive roll-call:
Andy and Rachel, Ken P, Steve White, Keith, Neil (new member), Chris C, Nicky, Dave M, Judi. Also non caving were Anna and Bonny with smiley babies and two huge ferocious dogs capable of terrorising an entire campsite (I jest of course - we had dog issues with the campsite we were going to use). Two other much anticipated guests, Mr Faff and Mr Cock-Up, were unable to attend.
Friday 3rd - Alum Pot
Andy and Rachel, Ken P, Steve White, Keith, Neil, Chris C, Nicky
Your mission is... To get 8 cavers to the botton of Alum and back in time to get some grub in the pub. You have 2.5 hours. In order to achieve this I hung my 60 metre rope from the tree overhanging the main shaft of Alum, before we set off into Lower Long Churn. There was great hilarity as various members of the party tested the depth of both Plank and Double-Shuffle pools. From here itwas down the 15 metre Dolly Tubs pitch and out into daylight as we emerged on the ledge half-way down Alum. There was an appropriate amount of oohing and aahing at the most photographed vista in British caving. I kept the rigging simple as we carried on down, missing out the rebelays on the shiny smooth limestone to speed us up a bit. We were soon gathered at the bottom and driven by hunger to make a quick turn-around. Nicky, Steve, Neil and Keith took the option of the big 49 metre pitch and provided an entertaining spectacle for the rest of us as we ascended and de-rigged. Both parties arrived back at the cars within a few minutes of each other and we were tucking into pie and chips in the Helwith Bridge by 9.00pm. Mission accomplished!
Saturday 4th September - County Pot to Lancaster Hole.
Andy and Rachel, Ken P, Steve White, Keith, Neil, Chris C, Nicky
Breakfast at Bernies and then the scenic drive to Bullpot Farm. It was a splendid day and the walk across the moor was very pleasant. We went via Lancaster Hole where we be rigged two ropes down the 33 metre pitch to make our exit more efficient. Another half hour saw us gathered by the entrance to County Pot and we were soon on our way. A winding rift leads to a short pitch which we abseiled and pulled-through. From here it's on down more winding canyon in 'rich tea biscuit' coloured limestone. We arrived at Poetic Justice where it's necessary to struggle up a sort of Cuthberts rift except that it's much shorter, and much more slippery. I was about to lead up it to fix a rope when it occured to me that this was a job ideally suited to our younger keener membership.
Keith and Neil were shooting round the cave like ferrets on speed and earned themselves a nick-name - henceforth they were The Whippets.
Whippet Keith shot up Poetic Justice and rigged a rope for the old crustys to follow. We were all soon through the bedding plane crawl and abseiling down Poetic Justice pitch (6 metres). With the rope pulled through we carried on downstream, observing the flood debris and foam, to emerge at Eureka Junction. I took the opportunity to tell everyone the story of Jake Bayne's near-death experience - a sobering tale of what happens when you don't read the indicators of flooding written on the cave walls around you.
We were soon up the Stop Pot fixed ladder and rambling on through the caverns of the high-level route. We attempted to slow down the Whippets by giving them two tackle bags each to carry but they still yomped off into the distance. We had a lunch break at the Minarets and then climbed down to the streamway where we had a brief encounter with Mr Faff as most of us avoided a traverse by bodging up a short abseil. The Whippets, of course, ran across the traverse in a blur of cordura.
From here it was down the wonderful streamway to the final sump, and then up the equally wonderful Wilf Taylors Passage. A final slog on hands and knees (Montagu West Passage with some very nice formations on either side) took us to the exposed climb down into Fall Pot.
We were soon at Lancaster entrance where we sent The Whippets up to rig rebelays, allowing us to have 4 cavers climbing the shaft. Once again we were definitely not at home to Mr Faff and, after 6 hours underground, we were all out.
That night we we went to the Game Cock at Austwick which is now owned by a Frenchman and is to be recommended on the quality of the cuisine. Very, very yummy.
Sunday 5th September - Swinsto to Valley Entrance
Andy and Rachel, Ken P, Steve White, Keith, Neil, Chris C, Nicky, Dave M, Judi.
With 10 of us on this trip it could have been somewhat protracted so I hatched a plan to keep Mr Faff at bay. We sent The Whippets in with two short ropes to do simple conventional rigs on the first two pitches and with 4 long ropes for pull-through. It all worked very well, and everyone had a jolly time abseiling down the various waterfalls. I didn't see The Whippets again until the Roof Tunnel pitch and then only briefly. They shot off and emerged back into daylight where Ken wound them up with tales of how long the walk was back to the cars (actually 10 metres away on the other side of the wall). We had everybody out after about three hours - pretty good going for a group of this size.
A great weekend. Fabulous caves, good weather, fine food, great company, and no visit from Mr Faff or his buddy Mr Cock-Up.