Longcliffe/ Son of Longcliffe 9/06/2023 Present: • Alex (probably deeply traumatised) • Michael (far too enthused about caving for 9:30am) • Tan(gelina Ballerina) • Jane (in hot pink wellies) *Content warning: this trip report will not contain a lot of detail about caves or caving and will instead be incredibly self-indulgent and pretentious. Reader discretion is...
“Bring a bottle of wine, I’ve made bagels and brioche” messaged Claire. With any other group, I’d fear for the next days caving plans - but with the Bens stupid-keeness driving us, I knew we’d be okay.As for my own psyche - I have a special place in my heart...
She said something like “You guys okay? I didn’t think that looked like the right way” but her words where but frost on the breeze to my frozen ears. I was much more interested in other things: the bothy and haribos she brought.
It was a surreal moment of bonding for us five then. I don’t know how long we huddled there, covered with our plastic bag to hold in what little warmth we had left, being fed by Rachel. I think I was probably the worst off, and for the first stretch of blurred time I existed in a state of delirium.
“Is this what it’s always going to be like?” I remember saying.
Or maybe I just thought it: I was pretty loopy for a while there.
I am indeed going to start my first trip report with a confession: I really don’t like heights. Like I REALLY don’t fucking like heights. So logically I joined a caving club, with the opportunity to put myself at the top of rather large heights, in the darkness, underground. But...
On day two of Northern CHECC Tom was rather more lax on his previous commandment that we should only cave with other clubs as he chose to take only SUSSians down Notts 2, notably Will, Rachael, Slinger, and I. We wanted to be off early so we set off in...