I’m so organised. Everything has a set time. Everything has a date, a schedule, a particular way. I am constrained by the clock, an invention of man that has me in its noose. Every lesson must not be missed. Every book must be in alphabetical order. Everything task must be done in a specific amount of time, or it’s pointless. Every action must have meaning. Every emotion must be analysed. I have lived like this for years and it’s something that has secretly tortured me. It never stops. It’s there every second of every day and I can’t begin to comprehend a life that would allow me to be free of this ‘thing’ that holds me down. I’ll get back to this point later. The small pools in the ground became bigger and bigger as we headed into the depths of the cave. The large corridors surrounded us and made me feel but a needle in a haystack. The more we walked, the more I noticed how the water in these small pools were beautifully blue and transparent. I could see the bottom of each one, and felt indecent for stepping my muddy boots into the centre of them, but […]

So this last weekend heralded the final SUSS weekend (in Britain) before everyone gets bogged down with revision and deadlines and the sort. A good number of 21 members descended on the Croyden Caving Hut in South Wales which all made for good company and overall, a fun weekend. The Friday night was met with typical drunken merriment which went on till the early hours as we all laughed and talked our way through the night. I think there was only one fight that night between James and Adelaide, cannot say who won but it was a rubbish attempt at fighting none the less. Saturday Saturday morning greeted me well and I sat outside with the others basking in the warm glow of the morning sun. I heard mutterings of a trip to OFD 1 – top entrance (OFD 2) just no one knew the way. I fortunately did and was keen on the trip so that was the day sorted. The team for Saturday was to be myself, Craig Hamer, Liam Overett, Olly Hall and Mark Holdcroft. We got our gear together and were soon on our way to the SWCC. We were ready and making our way to […]

I’d been talking of attending the Irish Student Caving Forum for a while, and with an impromptu ferry purchase after the worlds kindest kick up the arse from Tony me, Molly, Liam, Michael and Botch actually found ourselves assembling at mine and Liam’s on the Tuesday morning; full of beans and ready to sit in a car for 7+ hours. If anyone isn’t familiar with my car at this time of writing, she’s a silver Diesel Renault Megane with a ‘character mark’ on her rear left door and her name is Megan (as she will be referred to for the remainder of this report). This being said, it was rather ambitious to attempt to fit five people + belongings, gear and food into her but goddam it if we weren’t going to try. However, after a lot of cringe as I watched Megan’s suspension creaking ever lower we managed it and were all squeezed nice and snug into our respective spaces. And thus, clad in the party hats I’d sneakily bought for Liam’s birthday when we were buying food, the five SUSSonians relinquished all ties of fixed abode for a week and began our journey. The drive over to Holyhead was […]

//안녕하세요! 저는 영국에 있는 엘리즈 입니다! 지금 한국학을 공부해서 이 글을 썼어요.  한국어를 공보하는것이 좋아해서 글을 한국어로 써는것이도 좋아해요. 여러분! 읽어 보 주셔서 감사합니다! 다음에 또 볼게요! //    최근에 동굴 탐험에 빠져서, 피크드리스틱에 있는 동굴을 자주 탐험하고 있어요. 저는 보통 셰필드 대학생친구하고 같이 버스를 타고 피크드리스틱에 갑니다. 그 친구가  동굴 탐험 경험이 많이 있어서 그 친구가 무엇이든지 말하면 저는 자세하게 듣고 있어요. 사진 안에 있는 사람이 잭이에요. 잭씨 성경은 착하고 고요합니다. 동굴이 위험 아냐고요? 글쎄요… 조금은 위험하니까 처음 동굴 탐험을 시도하실 땐 조심 하셔야돼요!!  처음에는 뜨거운 옷을 입었는데 우리 그 옷을 입을때 오븐처럼 더웠어요! 그 다음에 헬멧을 썼지만 둥굴 밖에서 전혀 필요없어요. 입구에서 중간까지 걸으면 삼십분이에요.  그 날에 비가 오지 않았고, 날시가 맑았어요. 그 동굴에 한번 가본 적이 없지만 신기했어요!  동굴 입구 까지 왔지만 들어가고 싶지않았어요. 어땋게 들어가는지 몰라서 잭씨 따라왔어요. 들어가 자마자 동굴이 홍수처럼 물이 엄첨 많아서 막힐 것 같았어요. 잭씨가 걱정하지말고 집중하라고 해서, 저는 그렇게 했어요. 저는 잭씨를 믿었기 때문에 걱정 안했어요. 그렇게 하지만, 입구 도착했을때  저는 집중하는 척했는데요. 지하이라서 바깥 상황에 대한 고민이 전혀 들지 않아요. 내 고민을 녹아 내려요. 그냥  ‘죽으면 안돼요’ 생각했어요. 동굴은 더랍고 미끄러웠어요. 넘어지면 안돼요. 넘어지면 다칠거예요.  오후에는 친구하고 같이 동굴 탐험복을 벗고 같이 평하게 이야기하고 간식을 먹었어요. 다시 가면 좋겠어요. 꼭 다시 도굴에 […]

//I want to thank Creg and Gamble for putting in so much effort to organise and hide all the eggs. I also want to thank all the drivers who carried us back and forth to the mine and our homes, thank you, all of you, as you made this happen. I had the most fantastic time and I hope you enjoy my report.// After a scenic drive with the sounds of Will’s wonderful road rage every now and then, we were all smiling and ready to put on our kit to start this journey into the mine. Not knowing what to expect, a few nerves ran through me. But, looking around at my fellow SUSS members, I felt a warmth of trust and love rise within me, and I knew I was ready to kick some ass and thrash them all. Whilst I am not experienced, and always become a nervous wreck before any caving trip, this time felt a little different: I was feverishly excited. Gamble hands us all little Easter buckets we can collect our eggs in. We are all engrossed by its design. While we are spectating and discussing if we should go in pairs or go […]

Living up to my new acclaimed title of ‘diving bitch’, I agreed to help Benji by carrying dive bottles to Main Rising. Which, overall ended up to be quite a short, but fun trip with good company. The trip involved myself and Benji, as well as Corin and Molly who all awoke a bit bleary eyed one Saturday morning – Molly being particularly grumpy as per. But still we arrived at the Speedwell car park in good time (0900 hours). There was a bit of a wait as the boat we were on left at 0945 so we sat and rested before getting dressed. A couple of us were dreading it slightly, but I was quite looking forward to it. I didn’t let slip that I was more excited for the boat trip but hey ho. The bag was surprisingly heavy, but I have carried heavier so it didn’t phase me, just knocked me out of balance a couple of times. None the less, we were soon on the boat, destination: The Bottomless Pit (or Speedwell cavern as one of the guides called it *Humpf*). This took about 20 minutes until everyone was off and getting into the far canal. […]

Dying in caves was never a preference of ours. But we do so anyway. For it is our passion. I follow the others, boiling hot, the sun pounding down on us with our thick caving gear. On this magnificent day, we try not to remind ourselves of all the people outside sunbathing and going to the beach. We plunge down into the steep cut of rock in the ground and the cool air hits us as we walk towards the entrance. It is so refreshing. As soon as I clamber inside the entrance I regret it. It is only a small squeeze, but I already feel claustrophobic. // It was later brought to my attention that the plug hole has previously been blocked and some cavers have had to free dive out// “I don’t want to cave. I could turn back now.” I could have made a hundred excuses as to why I needed to leave, but I stop myself and wait for the others to follow through the entrance. I don’t want to let myself or these people I admire so much down. They are my fellow cavers, after all.  Jack busies himself finding a rope, which he calls […]

A trip report told in the styling of haikus. In fact, this is a series of them.   Leo’s, rope sorted Destination Giants Hole In car, music loud. Oversuits dog-eared One short, one tall, three between All off underground. Jreg rigged Garlands pitch All waited, all descended Crabwalk is entered. Songs sung – hard caver Corin lead, crabwalk is long Waiting for The Vice. The Vice is traversed Some went over, some under Me? Under and wet. Crabwalk ends. Relief Some fun had, climb over drips Now to East Canal. In situ we trust Handlines. Traverses. Pitches. Following water. Michael​ leads us on. We stay ‘dry’, some look. One swam Jack and I did wait. Heading back out now In situ we trust … again Up towards windpipe. Short break was required Water and snacks sent around One climb then windpipe. Crawling then windpipe Comparable to torments Worse than remembered. Walk above crabwalk Rig pull through. Metallic ring Corin now descends. Eyehole sounds more fun Sketchy traverse, squeeze enjoyed Others felt likewise. Bit of pathfinding Climb down into the crabwalk Garlands ascended. Warm air, starry skies We are out, out of Giants In car, Sheffield bound.  

** Disclaimer: I know there is already a (brilliant) report about this particular trip by Elise, but as we’re both early in our caving careers but coming into it quite different directions I thought it’d be interesting to see the trip from two points of view. Plus I’m hungover and I’d like to sit in bed writing a trip report. ** Jousting down Peak — a trip to Moss Chamber It was a warm spring evening as a fellowship of five threw themselves enthusiastically from the TSG, made merry in the graveyard and were soon swallowed up by the cavernous mouth of Peak Cavern — Sam: “It’s the biggest cave entrance in the UK!” Henry: “Does that mean it’s the most likely to collapse because there is so much unsupported ceiling?” Elise: *squeak* But such comments soon petered out as we passed beyond the realms of mere mortals, travelling even further into the mouth of the earth than had a monarch centuries before. The banks were muddy, but crystal clear currents passed around our rubber soles as we waded into a diminishing tunnel, like entering the chocolate factory of some sadistic mole, made more so after passing a swirling vortex in Buxton Water. After […]

Why Do I Do Caving? Why Did I Slap a Butt? Two questions that I shall never be able to answer. After training me for a while, I know that Gamble and many in the group want me to actually go caving, rather than just go to the pub and drink pints of water. So Gamble mentions a suitable trip, and quite naturally for me, on the day, I am nervous as a porcupine in a room full of balloons. But I need to go. Why? My life has not been the best for the last two weeks.  It’s been miserable for me if I’m honest, I needed “a reset button” (Creg, 2017) by going caving.   I meet Louise, and she’s very smiley, we get to know each other. We all head in the car over to this small village where there’s a car workshop-looking building. It reminds me of my father who used to race and fix cars. I’m soon told it’s a ‘TSG’, and that most of the group stay here for the weekends. Can’t imagine. Suddenly everyone is getting undressed and into their caving suits-  I begin to panic. I’m not ready for this. I can’t do […]

The first time I went to Hillocks, I sat in hole for 5 hours with Rob Middleton waiting to be rescued on a DCRO training day. The second time I went to Knotlow-Hillocks, Gamble and I got lost at every possible turn and therefore explored most of, or what felt like most of, the system and because of this we were 15 minutes shy of callout. We were out so much later than the other group on that trip that Helen’s car had run it’s battery flat from listening to the radio. So with my third trip to this system, I didn’t think anything could go wrong… We left Sheffield at around 6.30pm, after a short game of kit tetris and ‘how does Helen’s Jazz fit that much’ we were off to then immediately turn around and head back to Leo’s to collect an adjustable spanner. After this short detour were off … again. The journey consisted of me getting taken the piss out of, standard. Michael Holliday not knowing what hummus is, that boy is so uncultured. Corin offering around baklava and Antonia being that guy, if you’re a stranger reading this, I’d watch out, she may email you. […]

Unfortunately the title is not caving-related but typical conversation starter of the weather, which was absolutely fantastic and was a part of many events that made for a very good NCHECC weekend! Saturday Members present: myself, Glen and Hugh (GUPA). After waking from a short slumber, I wandered around the hut aimlessly whilst eating breakfast and asking around for a trip. I heard some were going to Lost John’s, but there seemed to be quite a few, so I didn’t bother with that one. I then found Glen who was doing some rigging training with Hugh from GUPA and so I decided to tag along, suggesting somewhere in Kingsdale as it will be a bit quieter. My light decided to pack in this weekend (reminder to self to get that sorted), so I ran around the hut (again), like a headless chicken looking for a helmet and light for me to have. Tony Seddon turned up to the scene as the knight with caving armour and let me borrow his for the day, which in turn led me to borrow it for both days. There was also a bit of time choosing a cave, which we decided was Heron Pot […]

Members present: Myself, Alan Bretnall (Guide), Molly Smith, Liam Overett, Michael Woodward, Michael Holliday. As this past weekend was our annual dinner weekend in the Peak District, I booked a visit for a couple of members to visit Water Icicle Closed Cavern near Monyash. We all awoke feeling a bit fresh and heavy headed, ate some breakfast, drank some tea and were soon heading off to meet Alan in Monyash. We made a couple of trips up and down the track as we were a bit confused as to whether we were going the right way or not. After all the faff, we were going the right way, so headed back and pulled over at an appropriate place. We were all suited up in our suitable attire including some of the equipment that we had gained from winning the CHECC competition (many thanks are extended to Jane Allen who provided the equipment) and heading for the entrance. Liam rigged and we were soon descending down the mined entrance. It is a fairly nice slot that drops down until you enter the natural chamber that the miners broke into. Alan pointed out the way to the rift which eventually leads to […]

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 one spare pair of drawers, My stomach grumbled angrily, Awaiting Pevrill Stores. With Rob and Helen in the car, We totalled nought but three, And set off westwards, caving-bound, Towards the TSG. Our mission was as such, you see, To dye dear Rowter’s sumps, For this we wouldn’t be paid in coins, But pints, from The Cobden’s pumps. We feasted with much merriment, On bacon, egg and bread, Then off we drove, with bellies full, Out town, past Winnat’s Head. We paid the farm its rightful coin; Its daily dose of dime, Then struggled into oversuits, All caked with mud and grime. At last, we journeyed through the field, T’was moist with morning dew, With nought b’tween us save the dye, A vibrant, greenish hue. In no more than a quarter-hour, Spent underneath the dale, We stood in silence at the mouth, Of Rowter’s Ice […]

I WILL NOT Assemble a custom SRT kit using the club equipment. Fall in any of the following: Elizabeth shaft, Suicide Pot, any of the many holes that suddenly appear mid-crawl. Rely on leaders to carry heavy tackle sacks. Form an attachment to the following: Alcoholics, workaholics, commitment phobics, megalomaniacs, emotional fuckwits, freeloaders, perverts, ascending too far so that I get strung up, mountaineers, Southampton. I WILL Buy my own SRT kit. Aspire to become an Equal. Consider buying a Pantin. Reduce circumference of waist by 1 inch (for squeeze purposes)   Friday 10 March: Nettle Pot to Derbyshire Hall (sounds lovely) Song of the day: some Irish thing that Jreg was singing, followed closely by the intro to All Stars (obvs) Cigarettes: 0 (don’t smoke, v.g.) Aperol: 50ml (excellent) 4 p.m Assembled custom SRT kit, much to horror of Leo. I just really prefer simples to stops, okay? Bought snacks. (v important) 5 p.m. Left Sheffield, having had to wait to procure the minimum number of krabs and for Hallam Jack to come back from his vulva conference. (not a gendered slur) (two unrelated) After the usual paying of the farmer and listening to his three warnings to avoid […]

Date: 1/03/17 Members present: Myself, Thomas Smith, Olly Hall and Adelaide de Deisbach We departed Sheffield at a reasonable time of 6:15pm with much excitement for the trip ahead. Maskhill has been a trip I have been wanting to do for some time as I have only ever been to West chamber via Oxlow. However, we didn’t get to bottom it, but instead made a good attempt in the process. A brisk wind meant that it was a bit chilly getting changed into our caving gear but we were soon in our appropriate garments and making our way to the entrance. By the top of the hill I was well heated up for the wait as the others descended down into the nether regions of the Earth. I was last so got myself clipped in and then shut the lid but realised my descender was the wrong way around which was a faff to sort out in the position I was in. But, none the less I was soon descending myself and with the others. I ended up descending into some random little side passage at some point but other than that it was a quick descent down into the […]

Saturday   Bar to Flood – I am aware that Jack has already written a report about this trip so I tried and keep it short but I’m not at all good at that so sorry (in my defence I drafted it on the monday afternoon)! So far I haven’t managed a GG trip without it turning into an epic and nearly missing call out. Never mind, third time lucky I thought. The day started well with the hangover from hell – let’s just say I should stop trying to keep up with my past student self. The day got worse when I realised in my hurried packing after work that whilst I had packed my personal kit, pantin and personal tacklebag I had managed to forget my entire SRT kit. Now as you can imagine the thought of attempting GG with only a pantin and a personal tackle bag as pitch kit made me very apprehensive so I went on the hunt for a spare kit. Once again Benji came to SUSS‘s rescue (we would go on far fewer trips without him) and I was able to go underground. There were a lot of us so we decided to have one […]

Fresher Dales – Oct 2016 Fresher dales was way back in October but it was a fun weekend with a turnout of over 30 people with the freshers going on a variety of trips. The car spaces meant that there were 5 leaders and equals left over so we decided the night before that we’d attempt to do a ‘proper trip’ the night before. Breakfast was an interesting affair. Jethro and I were definitely paying for our sins. Apparently 3 bottles of wine is a bad idea and who knew drinking Gin in 250ml servings makes you feel rubbish in the morning? My petition was (as ever) Swinsto but Rachael refused to walk up the hill, Rachael suggested something that Mark pointed out we didn’t have enough rope on us for, Helen suggested Box Head to which Rachael then suggested Death’s Head. Jethro and I contributed by staring at our shrivelled bacon and beans willing them to eat themselves. An hour and half after Rachael finished her breakfast Jethro and I were down to one hash brown each and daring each other to finish our breakfast first in the slowest most intense eating competition that has ever taken place at […]

A weekend at The Dump is always a winner, I enjoyed a fun and eventful New Year there just over a month ago and was more than happy to return. I decided to augment my weekend caving with a trip either side for good measure, and I now present to you a single report on all four trips. Friday – Yordas Pullthrough I was picked up at 3pm by Alex and Jacob from NUCC, we stopped briefly on the way up to the Dales to check out GUPA Sarah’s art exhibition in Bradford Cathedral “The Rhythm of The Dales” which was fantastic, and the Cathedral gave me a new outlook on Bradford; perhaps there is some beauty to it. The three of us arrived at the Craven Cottage to pick up Sarah and take her caving, I thought I saw her in the Crown pub but it turned out to be Kristian Brook sat alone writing trip reports, it’s very easy to mix the two up… We left him to his writing and went to go fetch the right person, then headed to The Dump to pick up Stu, the final member of our mottled group consisting of SUSS, NUCC, […]

TOP Ten Trips of all [my]time caving. I used 5 factors = [1] time underground [usually, the longer, the better and the harder] [2] amount of water in any form [the more the better] [3] how awkward and number of obstacles encountered [4] enjoyment [5] tiring and exhausting [usually, the more the higher the mark].   Over the period 1963 to 1970 1 LOST JOHNS 2 SOUTHERN STREAM PASSAGE IN AA 3 OXLOW-GIANTS-OXLOW 4 GIANTS-OXLOW-GIANTS 5 FILTHY FIVES EXCHANGE IN GIANT’S 6 P8/JACPOT MOCK RESCUE 7 PENYGHENT W/O WETSUIT 8 OGOF FFYNON DDU 9 POUL NA GOLLUM 10.GIANTS TO EAST CANAL AND BACK     Most disliked and liked caving trips – by a SUSS Life member over the 1960’s decade. Least enthralling – Yorkshire Dales None!! Even Bar Pot and Calf Holes were enjoyable! Most thrilling and therefore best trips in Yorks dales; Penyghent Pot [PyG – SSP], when not in flood. Did this one without a wetsuit, with a butty box and a metal thermometer. Strangely, this trip went against one of my basic caving tenets – it was with 5 complete strangers = Leicester Uni students. Took about 5.5 hours [so slightly quicker than the Eldon PC […]

Sunday 19.2.67. GIANTS-FILTHY FIVE EXCHANGE.   Brian Thomas brings this unique event alive for you, right now. In 1967. Reviewed after only 49 years. Excludes details about a normal Giant’s trip. Bailing, “Down” Party [F5]; Jeff Phillips [JP], Dave Wear, Pete Lord (Fly), Bob Fowle and Tim Brett-Holt. (first two on carbide; all members of Sheffield University Speleological Society). Geology Pot, “Up” Party [F5]; Brian Thomas [BT], Dave Prime [DP], Brian Chadwick [BC] and Brian Dobson (first two not in wetsuits) [all in SUSS]. Other concurrent parties- Eating-House Round Trip Party; Michael Binns, Joan Graham-Guthrie, Bob Smith, Keith Dennis, 2 of DP’s mates and “Carole” [all except 2 mates and “Carole” in SUSS]. Pegging in Ghost Rift Party; Bob Dearman, Bob Toogood [EPC?] [what a DUO! And in a cave!] JP took his party down at 11.40 am. Snibb’s (MB) group vanished into Giant’s entrance at 12 noon. BT’s quartet entered at 12.55, already in overdrive and highly expectant at the epic journey ahead. They passed the Snibb Round-trippers as the latter were climbing up to the North East Swallet Series. BT shouted “Banzai”; JG-G riposted “Shut up”. Giants was wetter than usual; no hitches yet; BT’s “Up” party reached […]

Thursday June 16 1966.  GIANT’S-OXLOW-GIANT’S. THE NEW CONNECTION by SUSS members; Entrants; the late Keith Dennis [KAD], Dave Prime or Min [ DP] and Brian Thomas [WBT and author].   J G G [Joan, daughter of Bob Guthrie and soon-to-be the new Joan G Prime] deposited our triumvirate at Watson’s Farm with the weather set fair now but with a forecast of storms later. The entrance was rather dry, at 12 noon, so we had a little snigger at KAD, the only one girded in a wet suit. We took ten minutes to get our little hoard of tackle through the near sump [the Days of The Dams!] and Garlands was very unwet. We left it doubled and were in excellent good spirits as Min ascended the Crabwalk to the Upper Series [trailing a rope behind him]. My right hand had been rope-burned whilst recently digging in Bradwell. KAD and DP had no present injuries, although KAD was already very warm indeed! Ascending out of the Crabwalk I always find the last few sheer feet a bit exposed, but, once in the Upper North East Swallet Series, we all three soon arrived at the right-hand turn up to Poached Egg […]

I usually feel personally offended when the sun dares to peak out from the thick cover of the British clouds and hurts my precious pupils, but that day the sun was more than welcome, warming us up while we were lazily changing in front of Winnats’ head. Who the fuck is this Winnats anyways? What kind of name is that? Too shit to be a winner, too boring to be a brat. But I digress. We made our way to the cave, reaching the mass of boulders that constitutes its entrance, both Jack and Jreg enthusiastic about the trip that was about to unfold, Jack even claiming this cave was his favourite. I stepped in with confidence. Now the cave was probably having a hard day, going  through a rough patch of its life, who are we to judge? Being eaten by water, little by little, doesn’t exactly sound like a perfect life. Whatever frustration Winnats was battling through, it was getting ready to pour it all on us. Or maybe it was just a douchebag cave. Who knows. A crawl greets us at the very entrance, which I only mildly complained about; followed by a few vertical squeezes, which we overcame […]

Date: 31.01.2017 Members present: Myself, Rob Middleton and Helen Fairclough. It appears there hasn’t been a trip report since the Christmas weekend so hear is something for you all to read. I don’t mind caving down Gautries as it is a fun trip, and can easily be done in a couple of hours if you want something short. Usually most trips involve getting a little bit wet, especially as there is a duck part of the way through, but this trip involved getting a thorough soaking. We arrived at the cavers car park at Perryfoot to find members of the TSG arriving for their midweek caving trip. The weather was a bit miserable, so took us a bit of time to pluck up the courage and get changed, although I cheated and got changed in the car without getting wet at all. Once I was all suited up, Rob and Helen were still sorting out the diving stuff so I grabbed one of the bags and headed towards Gautries to drain the entrance whilst they caught up behind. This time it took a bit longer than usual to drain, but that was most likely due to the slightly more than usual […]

The Christmas weekend, the last weekend of the year, had the promise of a very good two days in the Dales. And it lived up to expectations. I arrived with the first car of SUSS cavers to a hut full of ULSA. Just after claiming a bunk, I found out that an ambulance was being called for a blackout drunk ULSA member. The first ‘broken’ thing of the weekend. Already things were getting interesting and most of SUSS weren’t there yet! As the night progressed I was requested to go on a couple of trips: taking scaff down Penyghent with Rob Wotson and George or Broken Finger Pot with Sam and Tom. Both are in the notorious black book so it was a hard decision but I chose Broken Finger as scaff is awkward. Little did I know there was a more awkward cave waiting for me the next day. After a quick breakfast Sam Tom and I were one of the first groups to leave and were looking forward to a fun days caving. We parked up and got changed in good time and set off to find Broken Finger. I forgot my helmet and shiny new Fenix torch […]

Members present: Myself, Thomas Smith, Olly Hall I must warn you that this tale is no happy one, it is a dark story of a man that by the end has been both mentally and physically broken. You may get a better story from Olly, but I don’t think there ever will be a cheery report of this god-forsaken hell hole. It all starts when I awoke from a slumber of two hours, feeling the effects of the night before. People were still cooking breakfast so I lent a hand stirring beans and still managed to let them stick to the bottom. Breakfast was eaten, some washing up done and then we were on our way to Kingsdale. We arrived and it was fairly misty with fog on higher ground which was going to be fun finding the entrance as it is in a shake hole, but also made worse due to the fact it is surrounded by many more shake holes. We were ready quickly and were on our way up the side of Whernside, a few breaks needed to catch our breaths back from the steep ascent. Visibility was around ~30m, so finding it was going to be […]

This isn’t a usual trip report, I’m just transcribing this old report here for reference. Mainly for Ash Hiscock’s usage but I assumed other people may be interested in the report’s contents – it documents dive explorations carried out by Martin Farr, Roger Solari and Colin Fairbairn using the SUSS Hut as a base. I’ve transcribed it from the book as best I can, but I may have some bits wrong! W/E 20/1st July Diving trips P8 SAT After navigating(?) around in the vastly crowded campers field with cells etc bottles etc etc eventually got to Perryfoot about 1pm. 3 divers + bottles + sherpas bottomed P8 then came out. After an (?) attempt to dive the sumps divers inc. left bottles etc for Sunday – Martin having been as far as Sump 4. Evening spent in Castle Divers – Roger Solari, Martin Farr & Colin Fairbairn SWCC Sherpas – Chris Pugsley, Neil Craven, Steve Muir & Deej SUN The three divers left early to continue the dive, 10:15 A.M. underground. After Saturdays SPAS effort the dive went very successfully to Sump 9. Martin diven in Sump 9 and added 250′ of line to Parker’s 300′. At this point in […]

A lot of people were initially keen to help me in my endeavour to clean up Nettle Pot – at one point we had about 8-10 people wanting to come and assist, the trip soon suffered the usual drop-outs and Tuesday evening saw five cave conservation conscious cavers in a couple of cars creep up Winnats Pass to go a short way into a cave and pull crap back out. I was rigging, with Leo hot on my heels. We soon reached the bottom and were on the Flats, this was as far as we needed to go; on a previous trip just a week or so ago I’d spotted a heap of discarded wood and metal cable down a couple of the pots along the Flats, given its proximity to the surface I thought it was ripe for retrieving. Leo and I climbed down the pot and started sorting through all the rubbish. There was a lot of rotten wooden stopes, some iron bars, old shoes, plastic bits, items of clothing, carbide packs, an old battery pack and some bones. I crawled to the very bottom of the sloping floor of the pot, disturbing some large rocks on the […]

As I write this I am huddled on the floor of Graham View; the epicentre of ULSA’s operations. I have stayed the night to gather valuable intel on the inner workings of their club and provide here a comprehensive report. Much like the British and Germans in the Trenches, ULSA and SUSS decided to bury the hatchet in the festive period and so ULSA allowed a few of us to join them on their seasonally traditional “Christmas Cracker” trip. This trip is usually organised by Alice and involves a mystery location, mulled wine and mince pies. I gathered a group of keen people, two of whom had to drop out (standard caving trip attrition) and Saturday morning at 8am sharp saw Adelaide, Olly and Me heading to Leeds on the train. We arrived at Burley Park station and met an impatient Nathan who told us we were behind the others. Nathan knew the “secret location” of the trip and would not relent upon pressing interrogation. Arrival at Inglesport Café proved that Brendan is far easier to break, revealing the location in an instant upon asking; Christmas Pot and Grange Rigg, of course – what better location for a festive trip? We parked […]

Members present: Myself, Jethro Pryke, Corin Donne and Roderick Ramsdale-Capper With the deluge that we experienced in Derbyshire from Storm Angus, the original trip to p8 was cancelled. This is because of the amount of water entering the cave meant it was probably a bit too sporting for novices. So, an alternative to this problem was a quick visit to suicide cave and Winnats head cave. The evening started off with some quick SRT (for Corin and …) and rigging (for myself) training in suicide cave. Suicide cave hasn’t got much too it, not even very many bones, which I sort of expected with the cave. But I have been there now, no need to go again. That was all over fairly quickly, so we then headed up to Winnats head cave. It was dry until we entered the first chamber where there was a stream entering and from that point on, it was a pretty wet trip. I always love slipping down through the boulders of this cave, but you always have to have that sense of awareness around you. As we got into fox chamber, I was amazed to see that there was a reasonably large stream appearing […]

Members present: Myself, Rachael Rix, Liam Overett, Tom Butler, James Deakin, Adelaide de Diesbach, Michael Holliday, Antonia Headlam-Morley (A big group!) I awoke with a bit of a heavy head from the night before, and dragged myself down for some breakfast to elevate my mood. Trips were being organised, and I think I ended up putting myself on 3 different trips before finally picking a trip to go on – a visit to Sidcot Swallet and Goatchurch Cavern. It took some time herding everyone up, convincing a very rough Michael to come caving and getting abused by dogs, but eventually we were on our way. It is a lovely drive as we drop down from the plateau and into the gorge that is Burrington Coombe, although not nearly as impressive as Cheddar Gorge that we visited on the Sunday. We were dressed up in all our caving kit and on our way to the caves, and visible on the ground was the amount of rain that Storm Angus had bestowed in the area. The valley is pretty much dry with no surface streams as far as I was aware, but there was a great deal of fluvial sediment at the […]

This was my first trip on my first Wales weekend and yes, like almost everything in Welsh it is impossible to say. However I was to find out that Pwll Dwfn is not a typical Welsh cave. After the hectic trip organising in the morning I found myself on a trip with Jack, Rachael and Tom, three cavers rather more experienced than me. This suggested a more interesting trip though, which is just what I wanted. This trip was also had a fair bit of SRT, probably the only cave in Wales with SRT. We got all the kit sorted, which was a bit more of a faff than usual as no one had done this cave before so rope lengths weren’t known exactly. Soon Pedro was loaded and we set off to Pwll Dwfn. Despite getting a bit lost on the road and then having trouble finding the cave using a description from a guide, we managed to find the entrance. Tom found bolts right at the entrance so rigged them and slithered down into the cave. I went down after Jack and spent a while making sure I was on the rope, only to find the drop was […]

I seem to have missed the last few TSG Halloween weekends for some reason. I imagine it’s got something to do with all the drinking and dressing up and general merriment that seems to be involved. Not my cup of tea generally. It may also have been simply due to my being particularly busy at this time of year. This year the event wasn’t actually hosted on the Halloween weekend, which meant I wasn’t busy at the time. Damn. Here goes then. Myself, Nat and Sam actually waited until the Saturday to head out to the TSG though a significant contingent had gone up on the Friday night. When we met up we packed up the car and headed down to Morrissons to get the food for the weekend. A very brief series of deliberations led us to the conclusion that we didn’t really care all that much so we just grabbed the stuff for chilli to save time. Of course, we needn’t have bothered saving time, because, despite insisting in block capitals in the e-mail that costumes were compulsory, Nat had neglected to bring anything to dress up as. As you would expect Sam and I spent the best […]

You may recently have read a very nice little trip report by Nat about a cave some of us explored whilst yachting around Mallorca. If you haven’t you can find it here, it’s well worth a read in its own right and this report acts as a brief addendum. I can’t really match Nat blow for blow in terms of enthusiasm, but in her excitement, I fear a few key elements of the trip may have fallen by the wayside. Plus I’ve a little sark to sprinkle over proceedings. The whole thing was panning out to be a sham even before we’d left as half of our kit was cobbled together from the possessions of the people on the previous trip; lights, wet suits, helmets. You name it, someone had forgotten it. Once we’d parked the boat and started travelling around the headland to the entrance my status as the weakest swimmer on the holiday became abundantly clear as I fell behind my fellows somewhat. It’s not like this hadn’t happened before, we’d been out there for the better part of a week and done a lot of swimming. What changed today was that Jack had borrowed my mask, so […]

It has been related to me for several months now by a few members of SUSS that Streaks Pot is a great trip. Like, really terrific. Just spectacular from start to finish. Some have even gone so far as to say, in hushed and furtive tones, that it may even redeem the rest of the miserly crawls that make up Stoney Middleton. Well I’ve been now, and whilst it’s fair to say that elements are a step up from the rest of the dreck in Stoney, I can safely report that these individuals were, to a man, huffing some kind of paint thinners when they went down. Presumably their poor solvent-addled minds have since blocked out the trauma with falsified memories of fun, games and other such lark. Time to set the record straight. As is so often the case with SUSS we were a little late setting off. This was largely my fault because I only get in from work late and need to eat if I’m going caving. This is why I’ve not been on evening trips for ages and if you want me back you’ll just have to deal with it. That said we managed to fit […]

Layby Pot – Saturday 18th June At the pub the night before Jreg and I asked Will to teach us to survey for exped. The next day bright and early (2pm-ish), we set off for Stoney Middleton. We arrived after listening to Will’s helpful chat up advice, pulled over at the layby and started getting changed. Will went for a stomp in the undergrowth to look for the cave and said we were in the wrong layby. We piled everything back in the car and Jreg ran down the road after us as he was nearly fully changed. Second layby lucky, we found the cave. The main surveying issue of the day was that Jreg couldn’t work out how to turn the phone on. We took a GPS coordinate of the tree, Will handed me the phone and Jreg started fiddling around with the Disto and learning the difference between splays and legs. At the bottom of the entrance pitch we took the obvious larger passage straight ahead and started surveying. Despite being very repetitive, surveying turned out to be quite fun. The main disadvantage was that because of the accuracy needed, we couldn’t just power through the cold crawly bits because you have to stop every time the passage […]

In a trip which featured more piss and fag smoke than a night in the Cobden we made a substantial amount of progress on our various exploratory efforts in P8. On the way to the cave Leo demanded we stop in Castleton so he could use the TSG toilet – a massive gamble as he didn’t know the code for the inner door. Luckily he bumped into Martyn Grayson leaving the Chapel, he graciously opened up the pearly gates to allow Leo access the porcelain thrones contained within. We had a little chat with Martyn, explaining our plan for the evening – he said that the lower face in Ben’s Dig is well worth a go and (even though I said the same thing when he suggested it two years ago) I’m certainly up for taking on the task. We arrived at the P8 car park at the same time as Henry in his wee Micra. We all got changed while Ash (who we were carrying dive gear for) had 3 or 4 cigarettes to line his alveoli for the dive ahead. Henry, whose main aim was to hinder our efforts this evening at any cost to himself, had forgotten his SRT kit. […]

For about two years I’ve been meaning to explore the far reaches of Ben’s Dig in P8 – going back to the arousal of my interest when I surveyed it with Jeff a couple of years ago (Link to trip report for those who are interested). We reached a point at which we weren’t comfortable carrying on and left it “for another day”. Now, that day has come. I went in fully prepared; disto, phone for recording survey data, paper in case my phone packed in, coffee, and plenty of snacks. We zipped down to Mud Chamber where I pointed out a rope high up in the ceiling – not the way to Ben’s Dig but an interesting and clearly not very well visited bit of passage as you really need to know where the rope is to spot it. Tommy thought it was worth a go so he sent Botch – the crippled fresher – up first. Sadly he didn’t make it to the rope as the approach to it is a steep, nearly vertical mud slope above an exposed drop. We plan to return with rope to rig off. Next we went to Ben’s Dig – there are two […]

Given how many people have been saying they really want to do Titan now it’s back open, I was quite surprised that this trip ended up being only me and Jethro. Usefully though, this did make for a swift departure from Sheffield, allowing us to get to Hitch and Hike and pick up the key before they closed. Soon we were changed and walking over to the entrance in a completely un-forecast gorgeously sunny evening. A bit of fiddling with the new lid and Jethro got on with rigging the entrance pitch while I worked out how to keep the key without strangling myself; I really need to patch my oversuit pockets. Once we were both down the entrance, I caught up with Jethro at the breakthrough window. Both of us were sufficiently distracted by the single massive anchor that it took us a minute to spot the normal bolts that are positioned to allow the rope to hang nicely down the pitch. Confusion over, Jethro vanished down into the darkness, and eventually “Rope Free” echoed back up the chasm. I set off down the rope, very glad to have a Scurion instead of the club Pixa I had last […]

I first heard about the ‘Chamber of Horrors’  whilst in the pub as a poor unsuspecting caving fresher. The description of the giants/oxlow connection left me concerned for the sanity of my new-found friends, if slightly disbelieving that ‘suck the ceiling’ was an instruction to be taken literally. Nonetheless, it sounded like a desperately unpleasant trip and not at all a place I ever wanted to go to. A few years passed; and last Thursday, during a very similar pub night, I found myself seeking companions for this very trip, clearly the madness is infectious. As it was the 50th Anniversary of the first connection, the entire system would be rigged for the weekend, making it logistically much easier, and also giving us some excellent talks to look forward to once we got out. Leo, Creg and I set off from Sheffield with minimal faff on Saturday morning, and stopped at the TSG to see Tony and for us all to buy neoprene hoods (totally worth it) and for Leo to buy a wetsuit. We also saw the Eavis-es, who reassuringly confirmed that everything on the Oxlow side was rigged; we didn’t particularly fancy having to do the connection twice. […]

Sunday 1st May – JH to Peak via White River  – Glen, Jreg, Leo and Nat At Thursday’s pub, I decided that I wanted to do a JH through trip as it was a bank holiday and enlisted other people who were drunk and suggestible. We arrived on Sunday morning at the TSG and met Benji, Anne and Alistair which we used as an excuse to procrastinate further as everyone suddenly discovered a desire to visit the shop. We changed at the TSG, left a call out with Benji and piled into Glen’s car smelling of damp used caving gear. We arrived at the top of JH, and Leo set off ahead through the Cartgate so that he could rig with Jreg and I lurching behind the tacklebags. I remembered from my previous trip to stay high on the stupidly high traverse line halfway through as otherwise I end up sat on my short cowstail swinging like a demented overgrown baby in a bouncer. We all disappeared down Bitch Pitch and I announced my arrival at the Cartgate by forgetting to pick my feet up entirely and faceplanting. Whilst Leo rigged the top half of Leviathan I thought I would lighten the mood and stave off […]

Trying to get through to Geology once before and being thwarted by Gamble’s burnt meringue, no-one remembering the route description and having a prohibitive definite time to be back for – I was keen to actually make it to Geology this time. After confusion over who was actually coming, the facebook conversations and what time we were setting off, eventually Helen, Jack, Jethro, Just Liam and I were all assembled in the car; an hour after we were supposed to have set off. As I haven’t touched my stuff since the Annual Dinner, I was quite looking forward to the wet trip as it improved the state of my kit (probably). The drive over was interesting as Liam tried to befriend the sheep numbered B4, C3 & 8H, there was an argument on the difference between Lamb and Mutton (btw – Lamb is under a year old) and I accidentally threw my phone at the window because of twitchy hands. People got changed and then as Liam assumed the usual position for someone to do his torse up, Helen pointed out that he could extend the tape. Liam was beyond excited at this, let out an orgasmic noise and started jumping up and down like a kid on […]

They say that he who faffs last faffs longest. This is demonstrably not true, as evidenced by the all-hassle, all-faff trip that we undertook last Saturday. Due to an unfortunate run in with an angry Greek road, I have been left essentially one handed for the near future, and as such can’t really do SRT, and shouldn’t really get my cast dirty or wet. Luckily I was not the only SRT-challenged fresher, as Ivy had only done one tower training, so between us we managed to arrange an SRT minimal trip led by Glen and Creg (despite his protests) Dragging myself out of bed was my first challenge of the day. Due to the late entrance of Rob and Helen the night before with an interesting idea for a drinking game (dubiously dubbed ‘Fuck Leo’ or ‘Get Leo Fucked’), I couldn’t exactly remember getting into said bed, although I am told it involved a prolonged search for an elusive light switch. After forcing down some breakfast, it was decided, after relatively minimal deliberation, that we would head to the valley entrance of the Kingsdale master system and wander about the streamway, as there was only one small pitch and minimal […]

As I’m writing this trip report whilst the annual dinner is technically still in progress I can’t yet say that the event has been an unqualified success. But unless someone fails to return from the various bimbles down Alum Pot or the frankly insurmountable challenge that is the west face of Ingleborough I suspect that I shall shortly be able to. With that in mind I’d like to start by thanking Gamble for all of his hard work and now that I’ve burned through my sentimentality quota for the year I shall return to the usual business of trip reports; taking the piss. I think it’s fair to say that weekend departures are not really SUSS’ strong suit, to the point that we should really consider adding an F for faff to that acronym at some point, but this particular weekend was certainly one of the rockier attempts that we’ve made this year. Making the proposed departure time 6:00 was probably the first mistake because it was Never Going To Happen. And lo it did not. We then had some of the usual car faff, how many cars do we actually need, how many people need to go in each, […]

Ireby Fell.  16/04/2016 Annual Dinner Weekend The idea was that group 1 (Twebb, Liam Manley and me) would descend down the traditional Ding, Dong, Pussy and Well route with Group 2 (Rachael, Just Liam and Jreg) using the Shadow route. After rigging the traverse line, there was a little confusion over where the Shadow route began as no-one could quite remember the rigging guide. Twebb quickly disappeared off to rig our way so we could start descending. On the second rebelay, Liam descended too low so whilst he was prussicking back up to the rebelay, I began fussing around with my light in an attempt to make it produce more light than a feeble candle in a snowstorm. Liam yelled rope free, so I rigged my descender and moved onto the pitch. As I was on the pitch head, I hit my head on the rock wall and my light came off my helmet. The correct procedure in this situation is to desperately try to catch the light and then yell ‘Shit’ loudly as it disappears to the bottom. As I was now caving in the dark, I decided the best method would be to lock off, put my cowstails back on and send Liam […]

Cave: Dale Head Pot Date: Saturday 16th April 2016 Present: Samuel Snowdon, Rob Middleton, Helen Fairclough, Mark Holdcroft, Molly Smith. As the majority of SUSS were gathered around for breakfast, we were all deciding what trips were to be going out. I had expressed an interest in Dale Head Pot, along with Rob and so I set out to try get some other people interested in the trip. All went well so the trip went ahead. I had got changed into my wetsuit prior to setting off and was worrying about it in the mean time thinking that I was going to overheat and I had realised in the car that I had also forgotten some drinking water. But, you will realise in the report that I was wise to wear one. We arrived at the layby close to the cave in fair weather, a few clouds dotting the heavens and a cold touch in the air, and proceeded to get changed. The cave is fairly easy to find, firstly heading along a track to the farm and then following it round to the right until you come through a gate where the wall goes off to your right. We […]

Ste Barker and I went down Sidetrack the other day (10/04/2016), It’s a crying shame because it was really sunny, but thankfully it was a only short trip. The plan was to go into White River but due to time/access/gear/laziness we went here instead. SIDETRACK IS AMAZING EVERYONE SHOULD DO IT IT’S THE BEST TRIP IN THE PEAK. Leaving Sheffield turned out to be a rightmare as the half marathon was on, completely monopolising Ecclesall and Ringinglow. Several failed diversions later, fighting traffic with the other lost drivers, and a few minutes tyre spinning in a ditch trying to turn round, I sacked it all off and went out via Ladybower, this worked. I was an hour late though… After a hasty chat with Tony and picking up some goodies we set off to Eldon Quarry. What a big old place, you could set up a half kilometre zipline (at least) if you could find solid rock to put bolts into. So we abbed down the little face to get to the entrance on the platform, 1 old through bolt at the top and two good looking P bolts. We rigged off these to go straight down (perpendicular), but it turns […]

Originally this trip was intended to be Helen and Rachael escorting Tony Seddon and Martyn Grayson to a dive in Bagshawe (cave divers get all the groupies) but after no contact from either diver (great consonance there) we decided to do the trip anyway. In an unprecedented turn of events – we had a caving trip with more females than males (entirely female if you take Rob’s assertions that I am not yet a man). Rachael, Helen, Molly and I gathered in Gertie’s Café on Saturday morning (all girly trips start with a cup of tea or a mocha, this is well-known) ready for a trip down Bagshawe. After driving round Bradwell quite a bit (why is that bloody village laid out the way it is?) we found the car park – we also found 4 other vehicles parked there. This didn’t bode well… We got changed in the hut in the entrance, left a callout with a very pissed-off-sounding Nat and headed down the stairs into the cave. We rushed through the show cave to the Dungeon – which we had planned to rig and explore first. Alas, the best laid schemes of mice and… actually mainly women this time… […]

I’ve finally caved (see what I did there?) and decided to write a trip report however, it is not your typical report as I can’t have Jack winning completely by getting me to write a trip report so it is of my time at the training tower instead of about a cave or something. We all received a message from Creg at 1:58am basically saying “you’re coming tower training today, deal with it. Meet at Jack’s for 6pm.” or something to that effect at least. I arrived promptly at something past six knowing that I would still arrive there before Gamble. I walked in through the door to the sight of Jack’s SRT kit frantically being dried over a dehumidifier or electric radiator because some silly sausage didn’t dry it earlier. Eventually the five of us: Ivy, Creg, Gamble, Jack and I were ready to leave but not before Jack had to don his scarf, you know the type of scarf that is just one loop of knitted fabric? The type that women, hipster men and hipster women wear (you know they are hipsters as they have a finally crafted moustache and an air of superiority around them). We rocked up […]

When Dave plonked down his tray of extra sausages and hash browns from breakfast I thought nothing of it, apart from of course: ‘bang on I’m av’in a piece of that’. Little did I know my cheeky extra bangers would come back to bite. Sometime later, Dave plonked down a few more greasy little sausages (Jack Dewison, Botch and myself) in a layby at the bottom of Simpson Pot, where we met with Tom, Jethro and Rachel and began that squelching, groaning, faff that comes with putting on caving gear. It was however a rather pleasant valley Sunday to quote some bugs with bad hair and so we changed with the sun to our backs. Ah how I would come to hate that sun. After getting ready and watching Dave search the layby for an AWOL wetsock it was time to ascend the valley to the entrance and it was decided that the two freshers (me and Bitch Botch) would be separated for the trip as we’d be going in two groups. Newly anointed leader Jethro was placed in charge of one group whilst Tom and Dave headed the other. Now my knowledge of Dave and Tom is fairly sparse; […]

I spent Wednesday afternoon with the heating and dehumidifier on full whack, frantically drying my kit after the previous day’s trip down Peak Cavern. By the time Helen and Nat showed up it was mostly dry – but knew very little of just how wet this evening’s trip would make it. The fact that we couldn’t even find an appropriate place to park set a rather fitting precedent for this trip, but after driving up and down the Stoney Middleton road three times and performing some (quite frankly) dangerous manoeuvres we were parked up and getting changed. I remembered the path up to the entrance from the Spider Survey I did with Will a year or so ago – though a year is a long time for the Triffidesque nature of the Stoney Middleton valley, the path was nearly unrecognisable with a dozen or so freshly fallen trees covered in ivy blocking the way. Several stumbles up the steep sides of the dale later we were at the entrance, I headed in first to rig the pitch. The short crawl to the pitch-head is grubby, smelly and filled with spiders, I passed this fleeting, yet grim passage and found the first bolt, […]

N.CHECC Weekend 18th-20th March 2016 After over-egging it with the alcohol on the Friday night I was very pleased to wake up and realise that I was spending the day with CRO doing rescue stuff. The saving grace was that we were up before Creg wandered around doing the usual wake up call using two pans. We eventually all ate and piled into two tiny cars with Botch loudly reading the caving for children book in the back of Pedro to increasing shouts of ‘Louder!’ from Liam, Jreg and I which I’m sure Jethro was very thankful for. Mark, Rihanna (NUCC), Stephanie (MUSC) and Creg were in Peachey’s. . At CRO we spent the morning drinking tea, going through first aids and recounting some memorable rescues and later wandering down to the garage to check the equipment and see how everything was set up. I may have embarrassed myself by questioning the usefulness of a short ladder for Mark to point out that it was obviously extendable. . The day was cut short when they were called out on a rescue for a climber at lunchtime so Rihanna, Liam, Mark and I went to play in the stream and attempted to skim stones with varying success. […]

We needed a non-SRT trip that lots of people could go on, Gamble wanted an easy, dry trip and I wanted to do a trip I’d never done before. The sum total of these parameters lead to us driving out from the TSG to Matlock Bath for a trip down Cumberland & Wapping Mine. After a long drive (Gamble missed a few turnings) we parked up in the hotel lay-by, got changed and followed the trodden path up to the mine. As soon as you enter over the concrete wall (complete with a sign confirming the mine’s SSSI status) you are met with the first of many indicators towards the dodginess of this abandoned mine; a bloody great collapse in the entrance, featuring splintered, bowing buttresses and erratic rusty metal bars jutting out from the walls. Passing through the relatively large vein (4m wide x 10-15m high) you start to get a whiff of the complexity of the mine network as you are forced to make choices to go above or below the splitting passages – do you follow the suspicious minecart track or chance a climb over and unstable boulder pile? All of the offshoot passages eventually rejoin the central […]

Arriving at TSG Friday night Rachel and I were greeted by a strange man with short hair, turns out this was actually Sam who had made the right decision to cut off his dreadlocks. The rest of suss arrived the next morning. Jack handed me a copy of the 2008 SUSS naked calendar, I was extremely impressed by the quality, it was even better than the 2007 version and there was little hope I would be able to match its greatness. With naked calendar envy looming over me we set off to stony Middleton for some surveying and pitch dropping practice. The first thing I witnessed upon arriving at the stony Middleton carpark was Liam Overett, get out of a car then for no apparent reason jump onto Cregs back and strip completely naked, all while not touching the ground, I was impressed and decided he was definitely was my new favourite SUSS fresher. Carlswalk was a good choice of cave for surveying practice, there were two short loops making a figure of eight shaped survey, this allowed us to calculate our error back at the hut and find out how good our surveying skills were. The main lesson learnt was: Do not break […]

(To match the tune of “Be a Man” from Disney’s Mulan) Let’s get down to business To complete this cave Did I ask for leaders? Well they sent me Dave It’s the wettest pitch I’ve ever done And there’s still six more to do Rachael will rig this cave On pull-throughs Spooning in this alcove But we’re still not warm We set off at one And got out at four Nat forgot her wellies and wet socks So she’s caving in her shoes Somehow we’ll do this cave On pull-throughs We’re never gonna catch our breath Newcastle are right behind us Nat only went to bed today at 8am We’re all gonna catch our death I hope CRO can find us Now I really wish that I had not drunk gin (Swinsto Hole!) We have been crawling for bloody hours (Swinsto Hole!) With all the feeling gone from my hands (Swinsto Hole!) While all the others have gone cave diving, I’ll complain about some coldness in my pants Time is racing t’ward us Inglesport will shut All the rest are waiting At the caving hut Molly’s oversuit has ripped apart And her legs are black and blue Why did we choose […]

I went caving with Leeds. We went to Lost John’s It was too wet so we went somewhere else. We went to Petersons. We went in the cave. It was wet. It was cold. It was sharp. It wasn’t Petersons. It was shit.  

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 simply to get to the bottom of Winnats head, a gentle and forgiving Sunday trip on most weekends, but after enough rainfall to make peak cavern inaccessible, and with the bright Sunday morning getting greyer by the minute, the odds seemed to be against us. Furthermore, half of the rope we planned on using for the final 3 pitches was sodden and matted with mud from yesterday’s trip down Eldon, and the other half had been accidentally left on the floor of the TSG to gather dust, along with Nats gloves.   ‘It’s probably fine without the rope’, said Jack, ‘I think the last few pitches are pre-rigged anyway.’ Whether this rumor was true, or just a fantasy conjured up by hangover and unwillingness to go back to the TSG I will never know, however the outcome was the same; we stuffed our SRT kits […]

Will, Stephen and I set off to the TSG to help Jim Lister carry some scaffolding. The scaff was by the start of Mucky Ducks, we passed it through to the other side and then formed various relays and chains to pass them over the boulder piles in the passage. After 3 hours of this we had moved the 100 6ft bars to the top of the Surprise View trench. Jim was incredibly impressed with the progress we made – apparently it would have taken him 5 days solo.   Bicep status: Ripped Knowledge of each individual boulder in Peak passage: Intricate Jim Lister’s soup: Delicious Apparently the Ink Sump project will be done in under 18months so keep an eye out for more info. Trip date: 30-1-16

On Monday, Jack Dewison organised a trip down Winnats Head cave, with the trip being led by Thomas Smith. Also joining the trip was Sam Snowdon, Michael Woodward (Jreg), Michael Mlyniec and Molly Smith. So we all met at Jack’s house for 17:45pm on Wednesday evening and set off for the trip.We quickly got changed at Winnats Head farm, and had a little panic because Jreg forgot lights for himself and Molly, but thankfully there were spares, so we could proceed, and were soon on our way to the cave entrance. It is a nice and exposed cave entrance up to the right of the cattle-grid (as if walking down from Winnats Head farm) at the head of Winnats pass. Heading down into the cave, the entrance series to the main chamber has a bit of a low ceiling with a bit of clambering down to a horizontal passage, but isn’t too much of a challenge. This passage involves flat out crawling with the odd stones, so knee pads are recommended! It doesn’t carry on for long until you reach a section where you can briefly stand, and the passage continues on ahead of you, where the ceiling again gets […]

This trip could quite justly be put up there amongst the list of my all-time favourite trips underground, and it certainly has been my favourite fresher trip so far. The cast of this most auspicious of trips was Helen, Gamble and myself to be leading, the two Icelanders; Viktoría and Andreas, “American Mike” and two joyful bioengineers; Lucy and Rachel – who bridge the gap between the club’s current state of being basically just engineers and my dream of it being ENTIRELY BIOLOGISTS. After everybody was suited and booted (an idiom that applies to caving in a deliciously literal fashion), we set off to Giant’s Hole. As we drove out the weather got progressively worse and seemed to reach its torrential peak just as I got out to open the gate to the cave’s parking area, thankfully the rain turned it down a notch before we got out and began to get changed. The one good thing about heavy showers is that they do encourage freshers to get changed at a reasonable pace and with minimal faff. Andreas did lose a club light however, leading to a complete strip search of Gamble’s car, which sadly yielded no Pixa. Helen kindly […]

Coming from Nottingham, I joined SUSS, ULSA and the Red Rose (plus Durham)’s Christmas Dinner weekend at Bull Pot Farm over which a merry booze- and meat-fuelled time was had by all. On the Saturday I went on a trip from Pippikin (conveniently located the furthest walk through the sweltering heat of Yorkshire in December from the hut) to Mistral. As Jethro said, on a trip you either have a good time or get a good story out of it so, er, here’s the story. The trip was led by Brendan with me, Helen, Rachel, Jethro and Leo in tow. It was described as a fairly nasty, squeezy SRT cave with Mistral being an easy cave to get out of. Having been caving a year and even feeling vaguely competent on the last few trips I’d been on, I thought this sounded like something I could deal with but the combination of my size and not quite the competence I’d imagined made the trip just about the limit of my abilities. To set the tone, the cave started with a fairly awkward, tight pitch-head but this was a relief when compared to the weather outside. The first point of interest […]

A long time ago, in a pothole far away… was the last time Dave went caving. After a year of being branded an “Armchair Caver” he had had enough and decided that he wanted to be re-welcomed into our fold of weirdos and miscreants; as Inclusions Officer I aimed to facilitate this reprobate’s re-welcoming… The planned trip was a JH to Peak through trip, there was originally a rather optimistic total of eight people planning on carrying out the trip but after two drop-outs (Helen wanted a lie-in for once in her life, and Sam apparently reset his alarm at some point in the night but couldn’t remember doing so, as a result he never woke up in time) we had a reasonably competent and manageable party of six. At 9am we drove up in Tom’s Land Rover with Tom, Rachael, Rostam and Molly – after quickly sorting out vehicle logistics with Dave (we would be going in at the top of the hill and reappearing at the bottom some time later) we arrived at Rowter Farm, paid our fees and headed up to the entrance in steadily strengthening sleet and blistering wind. Tom rigged the 50m entrance shaft as a single-hang […]

This evening Will and I went off to his mum’s in Eyam with the aim of surveying Crackpot Cave and possibly Delph Upper Cave. We set off from his mum’s at 7pm, and told her that if we weren’t back by 11pm to call cave rescue because it shouldn’t take 4 hours to do less than 100m of caving – even if it is in Stoney Middleton. Crackpot Cave Crackpot is situated just above and to the left of Eyamdale Shaft, we placed a GPS tag on a tree just outside the entrance. On the inside the cave forks, to the right the cave went on for 4m then ended, on the left there was a flat out squeezy crawl (this is Stoney Middleton after all!) the place was filled with spiders (Juvenile Meta menardi females) which made surveying a pain as you couldn’t squeeze past without disturbing them. I surveyed a leg as far as I could without crawling over the little darlings. Will then took my place, as he shepherded the spiders away fro m the passage a couple jumped into his beard, observing from the sidelines was hilarious as he repeated such lovable phrases as “AHHH GET OUT OF […]

Arriving in at the SWCC at midnight, the hut was already full of Southampton and SUSS members so we naturally started on the wine and eventually toddled off the bed around 5am (with some of us needing more help than others). After faffing and the rest, SUSS managed to leave for OFD 2 due to the amount of rain with a vague plan of where everything was in the system. We found our way to through the Brickyard to Gnome Passage and after discovering a shortcut that took us back to where we’d just been, found the right way up to the Corkscrew via a small scramble and went to have a look at the Judge and Trident. Wandering into a small streamway, Botch and I wandered in the steam, which got very cold and deep very quickly so we abandoned that and went looking for the Maze. Everyone poked around in the Maze for a bit, trying to see where all the different little passages and crawls went and found some tiny little crystals on the floor in one the passages. Our waymarker at every major junction was a very hungover Gamble who over-enjoyed his gin the night before […]

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 this is all for my own good; I want to be able to get over this fear, and a sport which is bloody brilliant even horizontally and with some awesome people involved seems a pretty damn good way to start. The trip consisted of me, the two NUCC member joining us for the weekend (Jacob and Rosanna) and the very patient Helen and Nat. We arrived and got kitted up at the roadside at around 11:00am after one set off and a restart due to the minor detail of a not putting up a call out. We ran into Creg and Leo on their way to Maskhill mine and also Jethro and Tom on their way to pick up a desk or some shit. But none the less we were up the hill and had Helen on her way down the entrance pitch in no time. We sat basking in […]

Myself, Helen (leading), Rachael, Leo and Jethro set out on a very muggy Saturday morning to go to do Ride of the Valkyries, going down JH, through the far sump connection, up Calcite Aven and along Ride of the Valkyries to Salmons Cavern, then back again. We arrived at Rowter farm at approximately 10:30am, and paid our fees, grabbed the keys and suited up. Two people in their tent must have been judging us, as the weather wasn’t very nice, but it was probably better to be underground. We reached the entrance and unlocked the lid, and hid behind the wall close by to keep out of the wind and rain whilst we waited for Rachael to rig the 50m entrance pitch and others to head down. Eventually it was my turn to descend down, which I did with much excitement as it was a mine, and I love mines, and also I was out of the bad weather on the surface. Looking down was quite daunting because I could only just make out the dim lights of Rachael and Helen down at the bottom. It was brilliant watching the changes in the stope as I descended. I manoeuvred the […]

With my dissertation finally handed in, I suddenly found myself with an excess of spare time on my hands, and what better way to fill it than by going caving. Since everyone else was busy with such frivolous pastimes as revision and moving house, I took up Rostam’s offer of a lift up to the dales for the Gaping Gill Winch Meet. The happenings of Friday night and Saturday are already well documented in a thrilling tale of ropes, rodents and Rostam’s lack of kit. So we rejoin our dynamic team back at the BPC on Saturday evening…. When we got back from Pen y Ghent, we found that reinforcements from the north had arrived, in the way of Derek and Ross from the GSG. The evening proceeded with a surprisingly small amount of confusion between Ross, Tam, and Rostam. This was mainly since Rostam was busy discussing the relative merits of Greek philosophers in one room, whilst the rest of us were discussing how feasible it would be to distil Tesco Value Bitter in the other. The next morning, in a crazy break from recent tradition, I actually decided to go caving on the Sunday of a weekend. Rostam, […]

When, on Friday, Rostam calls You know your day is filled with crawls. Not of drunkard, beast or babes, The kind of crawl you find in caves. I pack my gear and sit in wait, He texts me: “Right, we’ll do P8.” Some ropes are stuffed into a sack, I ask what time we will be back. The response I get is non-committal, My caving speed he won’t belittle. The trip was meant for training Nat And helping Rostam lose some fat; The weight one gains during revision Is oft regarded with derision. In the car and off we set, as fast as Rostam’s car can get. Sat in front: Rostam and Jack, With Nat and Christine in the back. Burning rubber, spraying gas, Barely making it up Winnats Pass. Beside the farmyard we doth park Our spirits can’t sink like the Bismarck. We change our clothes and don our kit And Rostam nips off for a shit. He holds it in when there’s no cover, Missed this chance; there’ll be another. Christine and I now cross the field We plan to rig with rope I wield. No time to wait for dear old Nat, She’s left some kit, we […]

It has been over half a decade since either Chris or I had been down all the pitches down in darkest Pen y Ghent (forever I’ll go down!) and since we had both separately been mulling over a return to the most infamous of the 3 Deeps, it was always on the cards. I casually mentioned in the pub last Thursday that I was going up north for the GG weekend – not that I had any intention of going to GG. Helen took me up on the offer of a lift. My packing was particularly bad – forgetting my change of clothes, towel, toothbrush etc, not to mention any rope. I also had to borrow a sleeping bag from Helen. Not a great start. The drive up was long (with me getting a little lost around Leeds owing to me missing exits, the reason we ended up in the West Yorkshire Metropolis in the first place. We set off at about 8 and stopped briefly for a few purchases. Helen was in charge of the car radio but as usual there was nothing on (We listened to ‘Any Questions’ first and then searched tirelessly for hours for music that wasn’t […]

I’ve not written a trip report for a long while, owing in large part to looming exams. Now those have been despatched successfully I’ll write up one of my many adventures in the lustrous yet ludicrous prose that hasn’t made my name in the caving world, let alone the club. Sunday mornings are not times you expect to wake up in your own bed. That’s more a statement about going on caving weekends or being so drunk you can’t make it up the stairs than it is about being a Don Juan, which of course I am. My body clock jolted me from my slumber at the ungodly hour of 6, I went back to sleep and the story resumes when I went to wake up Jack at 10. The musty smell of 66 Hands road served to act like viagra for my caving brain – the almost pornographic CCPC rigging guide, 10 and a half… millimetres of rope diameter, stuffing tackle sack after tackle sack – however Mark then arrived and we had to prepare to go caving instead. Mr Holdcroft’s dry mordant sense of humour was unusually mollified, making it more of a moist limp flannel than the hard chafing […]

N.CHECC – 21st March  with Tank, Jack, Sam, Glen This trip was supposed to be a freshers rigging trip… Well that went well… Depending on who you ask about this trip, both everyone and no one got stuck. Sam got stuck coming up at a rebelay,  Tank had a ‘moment’ on the way down (he can deny it all he wants). I got stuck on the way up and down (but especially down). And Glen was stuck behind the rest of us getting stuck and getting more and more pissed off. Before we even attempted to go caving Sam realised he didn’t have a chest strap on his harness, after fashioning one from Jack’s spare foot loop we set off. We didn’t have enough rope to rig all of the pitches so the plan was for one to rig the entrance pitch, one to rig the traverse and one to rig the final pitch. It started off well when Sam (who had learnt the knots the night before whilst slightly inebriated and everything was hazy) went first rigging. Just under two hours later and after much jumping around on the surface, the first pitch was rigged.  Jack followed behind and then me. This […]

Wha’ could ah ‘onestly seh about the trip ta Carlswark, otha than how absolutely amazin it wor? Walkin down t’ B6251 from Eyam, it wor fascinatin ta see euh (‘a’) landscape carved from t’ destructive ‘ands of man. Will pointed art eur couple o’ entrances whose names ah wor familiar wi’, such as Flowa Pot ‘n Merlin Mine. Afta about 10 minutes o’ walkin, we eventually cem upon Gin entrance, wun o’ t’ entrances down inta Carlswark. Wi’ the branches weavin its way art o’ the Earth aroun’ Gin entrance, ah felt like young Brandon Stark. On we walked into t’ darkness awaitin us, along euh passage wi’ euh lo ceilin and eur gentle gradient for aroun’ 25 metres. The passage opens up into Eyam passage, still wi’ eur lo ceilin, ‘n is aroun’ 300 metres in length. Afta 20m into Eyam passage, yeur can stand, ‘n will soon realise that this is the only point o’ standin throughart t’ duration of Carlswark. T’ passage leads round t’ left, ‘n int’ centre of the floor, you’ll find wha’ appears ta be a form o’ collapse of the original floor, which appears ta lead down into euh small passageway. To t’ […]

Please do not read this if you want anything other than a sarcastic rant about bad ‘journalism’. As a seasoned writer of cave trip reports read by at most 1300 people – that is the highest total number of views per report and if only 10% of those are actually people reading them then 130 is actually a large proportion of the UK Caving Community. By that last comment I do not mean the CRoW argument merry-go-round where the same 6 armchair cavers trade insults, but rather the larger community of 5000 – 10,000 cavers. For the sake of argument call it 6,500 and my 130 is a magnificent 2%. Those last few boring, ill considered sentences with, poorly chosen grammar – reflecting my pattern of speech more than anything… is nothing compared to some of the laziest clickbait journalism I’m about to review. A half hour of lazy googling from a disinterested person posted on Buzzfeed will reach FAR more people than I ever could and my attempt at sarcasm serves only to soothe my punctured ego. By the way, all their stuff is in bold. As always. 16 Reasons Never To Mess With Caves Cavemen had a really tough […]

I’d say it’s that time of year again but as long as I’ve been in the club (5 and a half years – bloody hell!) I’ve never noticed a life members newsletter. I was even Chairman for a year and wrote one though alas it was never published (on the basis that it didn’t have anything about Morocco in it). It’s a little hard to write without a precedent and I’d like it if our legions of silent readers were a little less… silent? I’m conscious that my time left with the club will become much more limited from this summer onwards and I want to make it easier for whomever takes on the role next. So what has been going on? Well to put it simply: Caving! The first half of the year is always focused on one thing, freshers. As we have our next generation of leaders coming through, trips have been less frequent than in the past. That hasn’t stopped the flurry of trips to P8, the best bit about this is Tank Gravell – an aptly named fresher, being taken through the intestines (part of the cave I might add). I was disappointed not to find a […]

‘Twas the trip before Christmas, as I knocked on Tom’s door, The deadlines were stirring, so we numbered just 4; A go-pro was stuck to Jethro’s helmet with care, In hopes that eventually Glen would be here: The gear was all nestled, for some shopping we fled Where visions of salmon roasts went through our heads But instead we got cava, and pizza’s to flaunt And we all settled down for a long winter’s jaunt When we got to the farm, we were met with Leeds’ chatter. We set up our beds and went for a natter. In the morning we all awoke in a flash, When someone opened the curtains, so to breakfast we dashed The lane and the hills were all covered in snow Twas so beautiful, we thought that we promptly should go Our plan was to head from Top to Lancaster, Leave it rigged for Leeds, which would make us much faster, With our exit rigged too, we’d be so lively and quick “But we don’t know the route” was the only hitch With paper and pencil, a summary we made, We condensed it, and wrote it, we called sections by name “Now, Passage! Now, Pitches! […]

Long Churns to Alum Pot 18.10.14 After the heavens had opened for the entire week, things were looking worrying concerning our trip to Long Churns Cave when reports came through of the water depths in the area. One minute we were going, the next we weren’t and were organising another cave to check out, and then when that had been decided, plans changed again and we were to go and check the cave out before making decisions. We got into our groups, threw our stuff in the back of the car and off we went. When we arrived and parked up at Selside, around 9 miles from Ingleton, we all got dressed up into our ‘dry’ caving gear. On our walk up the track towards the entrance of long churns, things weren’t looking promising. We were greeted by a large pool of water covering the track that had formed by water seeping up from beneath the ground and streams running off the hills looked pretty swollen but still we continued. We reached the entrance of Alum Pot and looked down into the 60m abyss with no sense of where the bottom was (didn’t want to lean over too far in […]

Long Churns to Alum Pot It was my first weekend away with SUSS and despite feeling a little rough from the flagon or so of Old Rosie that had been consumed the night before I was excited to be doing some proper caving.  We parked up and put our gear on at the car, including the obligatory Primark Penguin onsie, then made our way up to the entrance at Long Churns We climbed down and made our way to the first pitch. As we were waiting for the leaders to rig the ropes we had a good look at all the spiders surrounding us, I’m sure some of them were looking at me. When the ropes were ready and my turn came, I descended down the waterfall until I landed on my ass in a big round  pool of really cold water, as I felt the cold seeping down my wellies and into my onsie we continued on through the winding stream passages that lay in front of us. My first impression as I walked through the cave was ‘holy shit, we’re rich’ as the ceiling looked like it was encrusted with diamonds, although my elation soon subsided as I […]

It was indeed a very misty morning as Tom1, Rachel and myself met at the SUSSplex to head out to the peaks. We drove up past the cement works, and then along some more roads, which may quite possibly in other conditions provide some excellent views of the countryside. Or indeed some wonderful views of Mordor, as there was no way of telling from this trip. Eventually, we pulled up next to a wall, which was apparently new and very exciting. We got out and got changed, Rachel realised that despite Jethro throwing her pantin down the stairs at us, all of us had forgotten to pick it up and she would have to manage by tying Jethro’s to her foot. We wandered up the hill, and Tom managed to find the entrance very quickly considering how invisible it is right up until you’re basically standing on it.  Tom headed down to undo the lock, learning in the process that the lock comes into two parts. Luckily neither of these parts actually fell down the shaft, and the entrance pitch was soon rigged. I followed Tom down the pitch and reached the bottom to find he’d already vanished around a […]

It had been a while since the Annual Dinner and my exams were very nearly over, so over a few drinks in the pub Helen and I thought we were ripe for a trip somewhere. “I’ve heard good things about Bitch Pitch” she told me (somewhat naively I feel, in retrospect), and thus it was decided that we were to go down JH. Tom agreed to be the leader for our trip but as a ‘teaching exercise’ he was to leave all the rigging to us as Helen and I had not done any proper rigging yet (save for a poorly rigged short pitch I did in Aquamole at Northern CHECC). It was a very sunny day to be caving on but we went on nonetheless, we parked up and met some other cavers who were planning to go down Rowter Hole. Tom and Helen set off before me to rig the entrance while I paid and got ready, after a bit of navigation I arrived at the entrance which was semi-rigged. Tom went down first followed by Helen, then it was my turn to descend the 50m entrance pitch on my shiny new SRT kit. I almost made it […]

From the testimonials of previous Annual Dinners I gather that this year’s was quite a subdued affair but I’m sure everyone had a bloody great time (your’s truly included). The weather, however, was not on our side; heavy rain plagued the whole weekend. After much deliberation on which cave we were to go down it was decided (by whom I do not know) that we should go down Windegg Mine because it was an easy system in which we could mess around for a good while. We drove out to the small lay-by where Jack Slinger revealed that he had in fact left all of his spare clothes at the bunkhouse. Glen kindly let him know that there was no way that he was going to drive back for them, so Slinger had to make do without any change of clothes. It was a boggy uphill walk to the mine entrance, which was a painted road sign propped over some precariously placed rocks perched just above an angled plastic pipe. Rather like a group of Italian Plumbers we hopped down the pipe. The passage ahead was a very long and straight flooded mine with a brick arched roof that stretched […]

This report will encompass three trips into P8 Cavern. My first delve into P8 was way back in October and the system was so wet we (Rostam, Will, Tommy and I) couldn’t make it past the Idiot’s Leap due to it being up to Rostam’s thighs (pretty much my neck). So with unfinished business in the cave I decided it was rather poetic of me to get payback on P8 by extending the Official Survey of the system with Jeff, under the recommendation of Rob Eavis. First Leg: 26-3-14 (Jeff Wade and Me) One evening in the pub I was asked by Jeff if I fancied helping him to survey a previously un-surveyed section of P8 after I mentioned that I’d like to learn to survey in order to provide assistance on expedition. We agreed to go on a series of Wednesdays and travelling plans were made. After cobbling together an SRT kit for me, Jeff met me in Castleton and we drove to the P8 Car Park, we walked to the entrance and the first thing that struck me was just how low the water level was in comparison to my first trip in October, for one you could actually […]

I’ll accept that this is a tenuous link to the new X-men film title but it will have to do as no other puns came immediately to mind. It does however lead me to expand on a conversation we had in the pub (don’t worry I’ll get to the caving trip later) about old SUSS trip reports from the 1960’s, where we were glad to find the same irreverence, humour and dedication to puns as we do today. They also listed a great deal of the problems we have today; leader shortages, car shortages, kit being expensive etc. The more things change, the more they stay the same as the old adage goes. My Irish adventure aside (I’ll leave one of the other SUSSians to write that one up) I have been down Eldon since my foot has recovered and my exams… well… went really badly. I was looking forward to my 3rd trip since November and was blissfully unaware of quite how fat I had become – so much so that a metric ton is actually a useful unit… My feet are fine now so if you do want to go caving, drop me a line as I can afford […]

Firstly my apologies for the somewhat delayed trip report I’ve been meaning to write it for a while and just never quite getting round to it. I probably should also say sorry for what I’m assuming will be the length and poor quality of this report in comparison to the tales of Mark, Jack or Rostam. The trip was suggested over email, upon reading this I was slightly dismayed, whilst I try to take any opportunity I can to go down titan the place never fails to impress me and I did enjoy the digging trips I’ve done before (for those who feel like a challenge I strongly recommend something like this ) The morning after, it was morning after a corp night out though I had tried to keep drunkenness to a minimum though when a friend who I knew I wouldn’t be seeing for several months invited me out I couldn’t refuse. Feeling groggy and regretting either my decision to go caving or my decision to go drinking still not sure on which one, I ran around going to the asda to get some cave snacks and packing up, 9oclock Henry arrived. Driving through hope we had to pull […]

If I’m being perfectly honest, which the law of averages states that I have to be eventually, I’d have to say that I’ve not been on that many caving weekends lately. Its possible therefore that I’ve lost some of the acclimatization that I picked up last year. The weekend I’m about to describe was really very good, but equally it was frequently, really very painful. It began normally enough; a lengthy drive to the Mendips that I mostly slept through was occasionally punctuated by sing-alongs of Queen and Disney favourites and more Haribo that was strictly reasonable. Upon arrival we unpacked our sleeping bags and made for the party, looking for a good time. Unfortunately Sam Goodyear was there so I can’t say we found one. Instead the early part of the night was spent a tad forlornly, lamenting the presence of the worlds only human-Chihuahua cross breed, until some of the Southampton and Exeter members took an interest in us. Sam took the trouble to describe me as Mr Miserable to his new Southampton buddies and I pointed out that he only ever sees me being miserable when he’s about, they all laughed so I presume he feels right […]

Let’s not. Instead we can talk about my first subterranean adventure since Parys Mountain last November. What with my exams finishing on Thursday and a foot that is 85% there*, the first free weekend I leapt at the chance to go caving at the spiritual homeland known as the TSG (albeit in my case mainly whisky). I was there in an official capacity too, co-representing SUSS at the CHECC delegates meeting with Dave. I drove out and felt a powerful sense of nostalgia – the curve of the roads anticipated at every turn, the scenery I’ve seen hundreds of times and other tautological statements reiterating a point without a purpose. Joking aside, I parked by the church and walked to that godly green door to find Sam and Dave in the road. Another wave of nostalgia. Pub and pints later, the varied group assembled to represent the caving community were in fine form – I however was not, and so elected to go to bed at the unreasonable hour of 1. They continued heartily with Mesh falling asleep on the table and having to talk to the Craven the following morning whose night we had just ruined. Balls to them, […]