This Saturday gone I was pressured cordially invited to carry dive cylinders to the bottom of New Goyden pot for Benji. I was excited for what looked to be a reasonably easy trip (with heavy things) in an area I hadn't caved in before. Transportation went swimmingly and we arrived...
I'll cover the whole of my Tresviso expedition here - given its fresher season this is aimed at folks new to caving, to let you know where you might end up - and why (spoiler: it's a hole in the ground). It's a long read because I've taken the time...
Caving is the best sport ever. You can see vast chambers untouchable by the most powerful of lights, you can see formations that appear to defy physics, you can gaze upon mineral formations vivid in the darkness, and see great towering heights dropping into darkness. Unfortunately you can't see any...
The bank holiday weekend was obviously designed with caving in mind, allowing 3 days of fucking about in the Dales. With this in mind, I joined Jack, Rachael, Helen, Creg and Nat at the Dump, freshly excited for what caving trips might lie ahead of me. Perhaps a solo trip...
Twas a fine weekend for a south Wales visit, so on Friday evening I found myself picking up Mike Butcher from a youth rehabilitation center in the aptly named Belle Isle of Leeds. We proceeded to the suburban Manchester borough of Denton where my car was abandoned on Benji's driveway...