Enthusiasm for the upstream dig prospects prompted a 9 am meet at Rowter farm, foregoing the Peveril breakfast only available after 9:30. Having said that, enthusiasm was only sufficient for two of us to be there!
Walk 1 to the entrance with 4 poles each was relatively pleasant, but then the rain started, resulting in a moderate drenching on our second walk over with the rest of our kit, followed by further drenching as we lowered two large bundles of kit on the end of our rigging rope. We could then enter the relative warmth and dry of the entrance shaft, although given the rain in recent days it was nowhere near as dry as usual.
After carting the kit to the start of The Origin we were pleased to have so many poles to keep us dry up the cascades. I’d not been on any of the evening trips so things had moved on a bit from last time I was there. I made my way up the awkward climb to be greeted by scaffold barring my way into the scary void above, placed at the end of the last trip to prevent too much collapse. Thankfully it hadn’t been needed and I tentatively removed the bars blocking my entry and emerged into the space above.
The first job was to quickly create a sort of scaffolding Christmas-tree monstrosity with the aim of temporarily protecting myself from anything that might come down when I started drilling in the walls. Once this was done I set to stabilising the massive boulder hanging menacingly above the downstream end of the space to give us somewhere safe to start from. With two solid walls this was thankfully pretty straightforward. Next up was to try and scaffold the delicate looking roof directly above the entry climb, again made fairly straightforward with the solid walls. We’d now stabilised most of the roof and established that the voids beyond the massive boulder were nothing more than spaces in a choke, but at least it gave us ~5 cubic metres of precious stacking space.
Time for lunch and a brew. Mark had kindly brought along some pouch meals, so after being energised by a curry/chilli and a coffee at the base of the climb we both went back up to work out our next steps. The climb up at this point was a fairly constricted dog-leg that meant not only was it a pain to get up and down, but we were also unable to lob mud down it to be washed away by the stream below. It needed sorting for us to have any hope of progressing further. Our plan was to migrate the top half of the climb so it sat vertically above the bottom half. Sounds easy but was anything but…
Eventually we reached a point where we could carefully deconstruct the original scaffold, hoping with each scaffold clip that our judgement of its lack of structural necessity was correct. Thankfully there were no major dramas, and after some hefty boulder-shifting and some capping of even heftier boulders, the climb became a little more sensible (relative to what it was, rather than any usual definition of sensible).
The last activity of the day was an initial look at the “way on”. Facing upstream at the top of the climb the draught was howling out (enough to keep us wearing balaclavas all day). The obvious route to take seems to be a fairly loose-packed area of the choke under a bit of a shelf on the left wall. We could see along 5 m or so, with enticing gaps beyond and the sound of water. Mark took on the tricky job of starting the scaffolding for this, now without the luxury of 2 solid walls, or even a solid floor. It’ll be entertaining for sure!
We made our way out around 7 pm feeling suitable tired after our efforts. Food and beer tasted all the better for our exertions, and we both suffered with significant aches the next day.
Prospects remain good. Fingers crossed our new-found stacking space is sufficient for the next bit of progress…