Finally got some books out of a box and onto a shelf, bit of a bittersweet moment.
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(Warning, it gets a bit soppy)
Since moving to Germany a couple of months ago I’ve kept pretty busy, and of course it‘s exciting to explore new caves. The caving is very different, completely exploration focussed and to be fair I’ve found more cave in the last three months than in 10 years of digging in the UK. But there is nothing close to the caving club culture of the UK, and sport caving is in effect non-existent.
Having formed an absurd Stockholme-y relationship with Peak Cavern I honestly miss it, and I can’t help but look at my old guidebooks with a profound sense of loss. A place I know so well, have spent so much quality time in, made so many memories and I won’t really see again. I can visit, but I’ll be a tourist.
Even worse I’m denied the joy of jumping into the TSG at 9am on a Saturday, loudly shouting „Guten Morgen!“ to get people out of bed for digging.