From the west;( in readiness with forty plus lumps of heavy metal-work an enough rope to have reached the Titanic.)
Mr Connors, the Gupster(geographya.k.a. colouring in. and P.E.)Al a true scholar(origami
)
From the east; Craig (primarya.k.a. more interesting colouring in and sex-ed') Teacher Z, and an Owd Git.
Venue; not Yorkshire, due to an inclement bout of dampness there4 Maskhill oxlow and vice-versa.
Friday eve I measured labled and packed a frugal tho' wholly safe and sufficient selection of ropes. In the correct bags ready to feed out,also in direct correlation to pitches, suficient 'light-weight' aluminium crabs.
Lastly all my spare crabs and stainless maillons, to supliment the western party ( no not cowboys!! :chair: )
Saturday morning sat at the apropriate place, (having made due payment at the cat sanctuary.)
I answered the'were still at the cafe call' Bob enjoyed his windswept toddle up and down the verge so all still well
Eyup, they soon came hurtling to the very spot.
the resultant care with which the ropes heavy metal and bags were shuffled to and fro around a field was like a market trickster doing the three cups and a pea (not pee) con trick.
Not long in geological timescale later they romped gaily up t' hill.
We similarly tho in a more hetro' style, forged our mighty way to the entrance ( shan't mention Mr. Z going to help with the finding of the chuffin great lid.)
I rigged with the fervour of a fool deprived for far far too long. of his little 'fix' of caving.
The entrance was lovely, while slightly damp 2nd' pitch slightly more so. We had oodles of time in-hand,so craig and the intrepid Mr.Z had a nosey up the in-situ' rope to the 'rock bridge above East chamber( and towards Jim's crawl?)
I was 'caught short'(how ironic
) and had to add to the water table.I took the precaution of clipping in tho to save t'owd man scaring me over the edge mid-flow. Lucky too! a pebble or two took the quick route from above the rock bridge and faily hurtled past me. Had i not evacuated my bowels earlier I may have had a good tale to tell here! 
Thid pitch + dev' damp
Then a wee drop and my first look in East chamber, just a little ratch about, How far does the dig go? Thought to have a look next time.
A superb drenching from above to reach 'the slope' the black line still in place so we
ambled to the forth, we had fetched a rope for the Pilgrims way pull through, but as we'd already faffed up behind us thought to go and be ready to exchange with the boys.
The usual admiration of the West chamber, Craig then fetched our attention to a 'beeping?'
high and low we (i pedanticaly) searched to find a knackered bucket sporadically 'ringing' to water droplets.
Then we waited....
OOOh Light.
Still there .
Still there,
Craig mentioned we had taken best part of 45 min's from 'first spot' to reaching West chamber last time, so we waited
After a while we saw the origami kid on the Tyrolean traverse. and rig the descent repeatedly, just to tease us. His arrival was well met with a jolly word or two( no piss-take at all)
They all three looked well and had enjoyed the heavy on metal experience. Just an hours stroll fetching our lite* tm. gear to H.Q.
We planed with a military precision the method of crossing up t' Tyrol' without breaking two more ribs as once before :-[
A specially inclusion of a wee prussic loop to feed the last rope through would avoid wear on the 'eco'
On rope gently feed out to the perpendicular abd climb vertically. Piss!!
I can feel many fingers on many keyboards in response Go!!
Very damp this side, rope very heavy, metal ? nuff said,
Up etc' hauling an aged arse a wet bag of rope and a damaged back, I found strength in my faith,
The certainty that the P. V. would still be serving for hours on return
More rope, unusuall knots and frugality to be admired anywhere other than a re-belay.
Sweet luck (sorry typo!.) i was well knackered at one or other pitch-head, short legs /tall rigger, Ya know wot i mean? Back not as good as earlier. must take care( silly bugger I should always take care on rope, eh?)
Craig caught up with me at trebuchet where I changed batteries.we checked the mighty Mr.Z and retired to the wall at the top of the Jumbles.
I called to our de-rigger , then made back to assist, even his legs had to stretch at one point. then return over t' edge to haul a very naughty bag past a b*sard of a jutty-out bit.
Well played Sir!
I sent Criag on with all he could haul, then fetched a wet bag of muddy(also heavy.)rope ,steel crabs and assorted heavy metal.
Up!! was the plan, the back and subsiquently un-fit legs said piss-off ya twonk,
I pleaded (without moving my lips or uttering a sylable aloud,) with them to co-operate promising not to embarrass them on a caving forum if they would simply obey me and do their damned job!
That did the trick, and luckily the short ugly little beggars cant read,
only t' entrance to go , easy, squallid and muddy, Craig checked my progress dilligently and windily then ran to the warm of his far too posh a convyance for a struggling teacher.
I Topped and hid in a hollow from the biting ravages of the spring weather.
"Oy. you there?"
I leapt into action threw the bag to the side and confessed i couldn't lean forward to haul the last rope out with a the last of our party. He shrugged an did the bizz. until another unusual (weighted) knot refused to play -ball. he pulled, pushed,wiggled and bemoaned the gods and the four winds while not (pun) undoing yea well safe attachment. I gave it a little encouragement and the day was won ,, Hurrah!
Thank you all for a great wet heavy muddy prelude to my isolated pint of Absolluton at the Red Lion, Litton.
This whetted my appetite for the P. V. in 'matlock bath.
many thanks boys adieu till the next time,ta boys.
O. G.
Mr Connors, the Gupster(geographya.k.a. colouring in. and P.E.)Al a true scholar(origami
)From the east; Craig (primarya.k.a. more interesting colouring in and sex-ed') Teacher Z, and an Owd Git.
Venue; not Yorkshire, due to an inclement bout of dampness there4 Maskhill oxlow and vice-versa.
Friday eve I measured labled and packed a frugal tho' wholly safe and sufficient selection of ropes. In the correct bags ready to feed out,also in direct correlation to pitches, suficient 'light-weight' aluminium crabs.
Lastly all my spare crabs and stainless maillons, to supliment the western party ( no not cowboys!! :chair: )
Saturday morning sat at the apropriate place, (having made due payment at the cat sanctuary.)
I answered the'were still at the cafe call' Bob enjoyed his windswept toddle up and down the verge so all still well
Eyup, they soon came hurtling to the very spot.
the resultant care with which the ropes heavy metal and bags were shuffled to and fro around a field was like a market trickster doing the three cups and a pea (not pee) con trick.
Not long in geological timescale later they romped gaily up t' hill.
We similarly tho in a more hetro' style, forged our mighty way to the entrance ( shan't mention Mr. Z going to help with the finding of the chuffin great lid.)
I rigged with the fervour of a fool deprived for far far too long. of his little 'fix' of caving.
The entrance was lovely, while slightly damp 2nd' pitch slightly more so. We had oodles of time in-hand,so craig and the intrepid Mr.Z had a nosey up the in-situ' rope to the 'rock bridge above East chamber( and towards Jim's crawl?)
I was 'caught short'(how ironic
) and had to add to the water table.I took the precaution of clipping in tho to save t'owd man scaring me over the edge mid-flow. Lucky too! a pebble or two took the quick route from above the rock bridge and faily hurtled past me. Had i not evacuated my bowels earlier I may have had a good tale to tell here! Thid pitch + dev' damp
Then a wee drop and my first look in East chamber, just a little ratch about, How far does the dig go? Thought to have a look next time.
A superb drenching from above to reach 'the slope' the black line still in place so we
ambled to the forth, we had fetched a rope for the Pilgrims way pull through, but as we'd already faffed up behind us thought to go and be ready to exchange with the boys.
The usual admiration of the West chamber, Craig then fetched our attention to a 'beeping?'
high and low we (i pedanticaly) searched to find a knackered bucket sporadically 'ringing' to water droplets.
Then we waited....
OOOh Light.
Still there .
Still there,
Craig mentioned we had taken best part of 45 min's from 'first spot' to reaching West chamber last time, so we waited
After a while we saw the origami kid on the Tyrolean traverse. and rig the descent repeatedly, just to tease us. His arrival was well met with a jolly word or two( no piss-take at all)
They all three looked well and had enjoyed the heavy on metal experience. Just an hours stroll fetching our lite* tm. gear to H.Q.
We planed with a military precision the method of crossing up t' Tyrol' without breaking two more ribs as once before :-[
A specially inclusion of a wee prussic loop to feed the last rope through would avoid wear on the 'eco'
On rope gently feed out to the perpendicular abd climb vertically. Piss!!
I can feel many fingers on many keyboards in response Go!!
Very damp this side, rope very heavy, metal ? nuff said,
Up etc' hauling an aged arse a wet bag of rope and a damaged back, I found strength in my faith,
The certainty that the P. V. would still be serving for hours on return
More rope, unusuall knots and frugality to be admired anywhere other than a re-belay.
Sweet luck (sorry typo!.) i was well knackered at one or other pitch-head, short legs /tall rigger, Ya know wot i mean? Back not as good as earlier. must take care( silly bugger I should always take care on rope, eh?)
Craig caught up with me at trebuchet where I changed batteries.we checked the mighty Mr.Z and retired to the wall at the top of the Jumbles.
I called to our de-rigger , then made back to assist, even his legs had to stretch at one point. then return over t' edge to haul a very naughty bag past a b*sard of a jutty-out bit.
Well played Sir!
I sent Criag on with all he could haul, then fetched a wet bag of muddy(also heavy.)rope ,steel crabs and assorted heavy metal.
Up!! was the plan, the back and subsiquently un-fit legs said piss-off ya twonk,
I pleaded (without moving my lips or uttering a sylable aloud,) with them to co-operate promising not to embarrass them on a caving forum if they would simply obey me and do their damned job!
That did the trick, and luckily the short ugly little beggars cant read,
only t' entrance to go , easy, squallid and muddy, Craig checked my progress dilligently and windily then ran to the warm of his far too posh a convyance for a struggling teacher.
I Topped and hid in a hollow from the biting ravages of the spring weather.
"Oy. you there?"
I leapt into action threw the bag to the side and confessed i couldn't lean forward to haul the last rope out with a the last of our party. He shrugged an did the bizz. until another unusual (weighted) knot refused to play -ball. he pulled, pushed,wiggled and bemoaned the gods and the four winds while not (pun) undoing yea well safe attachment. I gave it a little encouragement and the day was won ,, Hurrah!
Thank you all for a great wet heavy muddy prelude to my isolated pint of Absolluton at the Red Lion, Litton.
This whetted my appetite for the P. V. in 'matlock bath.
many thanks boys adieu till the next time,ta boys.
O. G.
