Russell Myers
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I badly sprained my ankle when my foot rolled over climbing down into the Mostest, DYO on the way to the Far North on a pushing trip Easter 1971. I thought I'd broken my leg. My CPC mates were in discovery fever mode and left me for dead! I was lying there bemoaning my fate (and probably whinging as well) when a group of Eldon cavers arrived on their way out. We'll organise a rescue but it will probably be tomorrow before they get here I was told or you can hop. I hopped very painfully back out - amazing what you can do in survival mode without a usable lower leg. Swimming through the Green Canal was a considerable relief but my memory of the sensation of the sweet smell of fresh air at the entrance was an even greater one. An x-ray the following day did not reveal a break but it took me years to get full strength back in my ankle.
Bust a rib on a rescue in Langstroth Pot (not my rescue I might add).
Probably re-bust the same rib getting back out of the Blow Hole GG some time later
Tore a calf muscle coming out of the Berger after Aldo's pitch, that was quite painful, dealt with by a kind of reverse hop but buggered my chance of bottoming the hole.
Took a header over my mountain bike handlebars and dislocated my shoulder on landing, fortunately it slithered back when I stood up but my arm hung like a wet rag, useless. Riding a bike one armed back to the car 15 miles away is not quite in the same league as hopping out of DYO but we had an ice cream as consolation on the way.
Various scuffs and gadges as Chapell would say, the worst being skinned knees crawling out of Penyghent Pot with no knee pads or anything actually other than skin. They became infected and I could feel the gunk ooze down both legs later that week at work.
Knocked out trying to circumnavigate the centre pole of the GG refreshment tent swinging on a dog lead which parted company with the pole just as I reached horizontal and landed on my head, didn't do any good, still as daft.
Bust a rib on a rescue in Langstroth Pot (not my rescue I might add).
Probably re-bust the same rib getting back out of the Blow Hole GG some time later
Tore a calf muscle coming out of the Berger after Aldo's pitch, that was quite painful, dealt with by a kind of reverse hop but buggered my chance of bottoming the hole.
Took a header over my mountain bike handlebars and dislocated my shoulder on landing, fortunately it slithered back when I stood up but my arm hung like a wet rag, useless. Riding a bike one armed back to the car 15 miles away is not quite in the same league as hopping out of DYO but we had an ice cream as consolation on the way.
Various scuffs and gadges as Chapell would say, the worst being skinned knees crawling out of Penyghent Pot with no knee pads or anything actually other than skin. They became infected and I could feel the gunk ooze down both legs later that week at work.
Knocked out trying to circumnavigate the centre pole of the GG refreshment tent swinging on a dog lead which parted company with the pole just as I reached horizontal and landed on my head, didn't do any good, still as daft.
