'The rest of the expedition was boring—carry all the gear up a mountain, carry it all down a hole, bring it out again, carry it down the mountain and so on: exactly the kind of boring repetitive stuff you read in expedition books.'
An excellent summary which could equally be applied to the majority of cave digs.
At the risk of hijacking the post, there are very many stories that could be told about Ken, numerous of them with potential legal implications (although Ken passed away a few years ago). We took Ken to the punk disco, The Ranch, in Manchester and then afterwards he took us to one of his haunts, the Reno Club, an illegal West Indian shebeen in Moss Side near the Harp brewery. Small hatch in the door, into a dim cellar bar, ganja smoke and stolen goods circulating, a couple of fights - them were the days!
Kelly owned the Gaslight Club in Buxton didn't he. I remember a wild night in there, eh Dickie. Kelly was out front fighting and throwing people out but on his best behaviour with us lot. He even gave us all a VIP pass - kept it for years.