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The Geriatric Brigade and The One Armed Bandit

This weekend I persuaded Gamble to come caving with me in the Dales. Kathryn was drinking in the pub with Jack and Will in Sheffield on the Friday afternoon lamenting that there were no trips going over the weekend when she was bundled in Gamble’s estate with enough provisions for a weekend – and seemingly […]

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Ireby Fell Trip

The day started off slowly for our little group of four. Nat and Benji both had spent the entire previous night having Adventures With Gin, and so neither of them seemed inclined to actually imitate life till nearly midday. Nevertheless, we ignored Nat’s bruising (she’d tried to fit through a coat hanger at some point), […]

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Carrying: Not Always a Waste of Time

On Tuesday evening, Rob posted to the SUSS group asking for a bottle carrier down JH on Friday (27th). It would be a long, hard trip, joining him and Lydia going up Cliff Cavern for Rob to dive Cliffhanger sump, then out Peak to join the others at the TSG. I thought “Why not; I’ve […]

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Vicky Aven

I spent the morning of the Saturday of Peak freshers catching up with Lydia, Alistair and others, but when everyone came back from taking the first lot of new cavers underground I felt obliged to actually go caving. No one had asked me to take a trip and it seemed like every group already had […]

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Hall of the Mountain Quing

The day started with a healthy organic faff, nonetheless ridiculously long, Monseigneur Botch, head of the group of heathens, trying his very best to sort out the 20 odd cavers walking around aimlessly in a morning haze mixed with the alcohol still lingering in our veins. Since Natalie wasn’t caving that day I took over […]