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The Rime of the Ancient Caverner – Dye tracing Rowter sump

One Morning, while the night before, Lay restless in my head, There came a ringing on my phone, That filled my heart with dread. At once I flung, with lightning speed, My body from my cot, As i’d agreed, with much regret, To go down Rowter Pot. My bag was choked with caving kit, And […]

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Cave Constantly Consisting of Chokes which Change – Winnats Head

It was with tired, alcohol clouded mines and the words “Cumberland & Wapping” still ringing in our ears that Helen, Jack, Natalie and I began to get changed outside of Winnats farm, alongside a mound of sugar beets that would’ve brought tears to even the stingiest of Tate & Lyle executives eyes. The plan was […]