Mmmm Mr. Boost n Me RVd for our usual Happy Monday bimble somewhere on t'Mendips but started the day an hour earlier so we could visit Longwood and mosey around; however, a change of plan soon occurred as Mr. Boost unwisely nodded towards me over breakfast that he rather fancied having a go at leading the Short Round trip in Swildon's so I gamely nodded back and decided to lure him into a false sense of adequacy and suggested a look-see at Shatter Series and mebbe, just mebbe, a noseypokery around Blue Pencil to see how snug he found it.
Ahem, so without further ado that was the Mission; easily down to the 20' and rigged it Tarzan Stylee[tm] and then Mr. Boost ably led without any mishap to Shatter Pot which was already rigged with a ladder so we just bunged a rope on it and asbo'd t'bottom and then furtled through the pleasant roomy tunnels and negotiated the easy climb with the un-fixed aid and enjoyed playing with the rubber ducks before heading back looking for some air containing a healthier proportion of oxygen. Puffing soon ended when we arrived up top and then Mr. B continued, again without mishap or error of judgement, in leading us to Blue Pencil; bags were stashed and I led on down the funstermungous walking sized passage to the Swildon's IV streamway where much hooping n a hollering occurred as we strode frothingly here and there, enjoying the echoes and the wateryness, visiting the serene pond of Sump 3 and the writhing morass of poop'n'maggots at Sump 4. Back up t'Pencil of spaciousness and Mr. B then continued his masterful route-finding all the way back, via the oh-so-warm-and-inviting Sump 1 to daylight, gathering together all our kit after renegotiating the Tarzan Swing of Mirth at the 20'.
Top trip. Leisurely saunter. No bruises.
How was it for you, Mr. Boost?
