Logbook edited 2024-07-28g

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 <div class="tripdate" id="2024-01-01a">2024-07-30</div>
-<div class="trippeople"><u>Colin</u>,Aidan,Fiona,, Adam</div>
+<div class="trippeople"><u>Colin</u>,Fiona,Aidan,, Adam</div>
 <div class="triptitle">Homecoming - what a way to spend a Tuesday</div>
 Having scoped our lead the day before having failed to survey it, sorry Becka we dragged Adam and Fiona down with us to help. the SAP however couldn't do long enough legs so was a mainly pointless exercise. I blasted down to the bottom to re-rig Dickon's traverse so we could exit out of the entrance series for a bit of variety and compare routes. We pointed Adam and Fiona in the directions of the good leads id seen while waiting for them to join me at the bottom. we then decided to leave by the normal route to end up doing the round trip to do a sporting trip. which is ironic on an expedition. there was much cursing of how bastardly and awkward some of the pitches are. I had all of the bolting kit along with a 40m rope that we had de rigged a couple of days ago so that was a heavy bag resulting in some slow prussiking. I also waited occasionality to tell the others where to go for some of the navigation required. we were out of the cave for 18:00.
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 <div class="tripdate" id="2024-07-20c">2024-07-20</div>
-<div class="trippeople"><u>Marie</u>,Wookey,Anthony,</div>
+<div class="trippeople"><u>Marie</u>,Anthony,Wookey,</div>
 <div class="triptitle">Balcony - Balcony Camp Set up and the Pushing Begins</div>
 I love camping in unusual places and so I was excited, if not a little apprehensive for an underground camp. This would be my first surveying trip and my first trip after becoming quite in ill in Homecoming and so the fear of everything that could go wrong so deep underground for so long was quite high but luckily the thrill of adventure triumphed in the end. I was in good hands with two very experienced expo goers and offered great advice whilst packing for the trip - a special shout out to the raisins and seeds that Anthony packed which made our morning porridge significantly more palatable. I was worried we would be stuck at top camp in the pouring rain but it turns out I never fully understood the meaning of caving faff until I helped pack for an underground camp. We were only just about ready when the rain lessened up around 4pm and so we took advantage of the weather window and scampered across the plateau through a thick mist, hopes high that nothing too important had been forgotten. <p> We were already commenting on the ridiculous amount of gear we had to lug through the entrance series but a couple more parcels of tackle sack joy awaited us on the way since Mongol Rally still hadn't finished being rigged. An epic train of tackle sacks had to be ferried through the crawl at the top of Mongol Rally. I was tasked with scurrying up the muddy slope so that Wookey could hook his foot around the straps. The largest bag only just barely fit through. Anthony and I gave Wookey a head start to rig and rebolt and as I heard his woohoos as he abseiled into the abyss, I tried to absorb his gleeful energy and not think about the fourth tackle bag waiting for me at one of the rebelays. I started off a bit shaky but soon I was on my way, my efficiency improving with each rebelay until one of the hanging ones towards the end when I could not physically unweight my cowstails there was so much weight tugging at my harness. Once again, my despair was lightened by a cry of glee from Wookey as he had just finished rigging the final swing to the pit stop after much swinging about although mainly because I heard the word bag. Sure enough, Wookey once again came to my rescue and soon we were all down, Anthony not having the same problems I did but probably carrying more weight. (to be continued, I'm off to the lake)
 <div class="timeug">T/U: 48.0 hours</div>
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 <div class="tripdate" id="2024-07-23c">2024-07-23</div>
-<div class="trippeople"><u>Aidan K</u>,Rosa B,Tom Phillips,Lara B,</div>
+<div class="trippeople"><u>Aidan K</u>,Lara B,Rosa B,Tom Phillips,</div>
 <div class="triptitle">Homecoming - Swinging into the Tube</div>
 Following the walk across the plateau with everyone and Isaac (who watched us go in before heading off to Garlic), and a lot of faff, we went down the entrance series. Lara lead the way, followed by Rosa, Tom, and then I. Tom had a battle with the entrance pitch - unaided by the 5om of rope I had given him to take down - which required teamwork and feeding him chocolate role like it's an apple to free him.
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 <div class="tripdate" id="2024-07-24b">2024-07-24</div>
-<div class="trippeople"><u>Isaac</u>,Harry,Chi,Lara,</div>
+<div class="trippeople"><u>Isaac</u>,Lara,Harry,Chi,</div>
 <div class="triptitle">Homecoming - The Aborted Camping Trip</div>
 Before this entry begins I'd like to make it clear that I feel truly ashamed of my performance (or lack of one) on this trip.  I failed to meet the standard expected of one signing onto a trip of this nature, and by this failure I caused a lot of negative attention to be bought onto the trip and my companions. 
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 <div class="tripdate" id="2024-07-25g">2024-07-25</div>
-<div class="trippeople"><u>Dickon Morris</u>,Marie,Wassil,Chi,</div>
+<div class="trippeople"><u>Dickon Morris</u>,Chi,Marie,Wassil,</div>
 <div class="triptitle">basecamp - Grabenbach Canyon</div>
 <p>Ar ddiwrnod cinio'r expo ymgasglodd grŵp tag rag o ogofa o dan darp y cwt tatty. Roedd yr ogofwyr hyn i gyd yma am y rhesymau anghywir i gyd. Yn gyntaf, roedd y goruchaf arweinydd a'r cynllunydd teithiau Marie wedi mechnïo ar ogofa yn hytrach na golchi ei danwisg. Nesaf mae gennym Wassil a oedd yn gohirio ei draethawd meistr ac yn teimlo trueni drosto'i hun am ladd ei dennyn ei hun. Yn olaf mae gennym Dickon a benderfynodd fynd ar alldaith ogofa er ei fod yn casáu ogofa, ac o ganlyniad yn cael ei ethol yn mynd canyoning. Wrth fwrw ymlaen â ffurfio'r triawd gogoneddus hwn, penderfynodd Chi ddangos ei wyneb yn dilyn taith wersylla anghysbell na arweiniodd at wersyll yn digwydd ac a oedd ar ben colled. Mae'n debyg bod Marie, Wassil, a Dickon yn edrych fel grŵp addas i fynd â'r ceunant gyda nhw a rhywsut fe benderfynon nhw y byddai Chi yn gyd-chwaraewr addas.</p>
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 <div class="tripdate" id="2024-07-27c">2024-07-27</div>
-<div class="trippeople"><u>Aidan K</u>,James M,Rosa B,</div>
+<div class="trippeople"><u>Aidan K</u>,Rosa B,James M,</div>
 <div class="triptitle">Homecoming - Sauruman Pot</div>
 With James having replaces his mentor in our trio of pushing in the upper area of Homecoming, Rosa and I returned to our pushing in the big drippy Aven in the 4th Pitch Tube area which we believed would lead to what we were looking down to from Banana Slip. 
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 <div class="tripdate" id="2024-07-28e">2024-07-28</div>
-<div class="trippeople"><u>lucy h</u>,sarah p,nat,lara,zac,jacob,</div>
+<div class="trippeople"><u>lucy h</u>,jacob,sarah p,nat,lara,zac,</div>
 <div class="triptitle">balcony - bloody balcony</div>
 26th - 28th
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 <div class="tripdate" id="2024-07-28f">2024-07-28</div>
-<div class="trippeople"><u>ZW</u>,Lucy h,Jacob,Lara,Sarah,Nat,</div>
+<div class="trippeople"><u>ZW</u>,Nat,Lucy h,Jacob,Lara,Sarah,</div>
 <div class="triptitle">Balkonhoehle - Who needs ascenders anyway?</div>
 <p><i>Lucy having already covered much of the trip in <a href="logbookentry/2024-07-28/2024-07-28e#"></a> I will only fill in the gaps alluded to</i></p>
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+<div class="tripdate" id="2024-07-28g">2024-07-28</div>
+<div class="trippeople"><u>Aidan K</u>,Rosa B,James W,Dickon,Colin Foord,James M,</div>
+<div class="triptitle">Garlic Camp - Lanscaping and Festering</div>
+We woke up to some pretty miserable clag that around 10am developed into rain - Colin had fortunately arrived about 40 minutes prior from SB so stayed dry, Dickon and James on the other hand weren't so lucky! They both got fairly wet on their walk over. 
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+With not much to do - no desire to explore a drippy lead with a very uncertain forecast and it being too claggy to achieve much prospecting we resolved to landscape garlic when we realised we were potentially going to be short on sleeping sports when the Watershed camp emerged that evening. We managed to level and expand the two person annex, build out the main areas width so there's more space, battle two camp beds, and Dickon leveled a one bed space down in Gollum's Hole where he setup a bed, read some of my book on the Geology of Snowdonia, and did a lot of napping.
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+In the evening, when it finally brightened up a bit, James, Dickon and I summitted the Kleiner Wildkogel. Dickon enjoyed tumbling the big loose rocks down the slope for the hell of it and it gave us a very interesting view of the plateau and an insight into the comples nature of the folding in the rock. We tried to assess new prospecting areas and it looked like along and up from Balkon and don the plateau to the thick Bunde areas would be the most promising. This was with a view to help Dickon with his prospecting the next day.
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 <div class="tripdate" id="2024-07-29a">2024-07-29</div>
 <div class="trippeople"><u>Todd</u>,</div>
 <div class="triptitle">Basecamp - Minesweeper sweeping</div>
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 <div class="tripdate" id="2024-07-29b">2024-07-29</div>
-<div class="trippeople"><u>Colin</u>,JamesM,Aidan,</div>
+<div class="trippeople"><u>Colin</u>,Aidan,JamesM,</div>
 <div class="triptitle">homecoming - Welsh Engineering</div>
 I was sold a nice easy surveying trip with a short pootle down a stream way. little did I know how wrong we were. we packed a single drill battery some short ropes and a few hangers just in case a few short drops were encountered. Once underground I was given the guided tour of what was known as the below Radagast series. James and I surveyed what we thought was the final pitch while Aidan added a deviation. I complained greatly while surveying much to Aidan's entertainment who had bolted it. Once in the stream way bolting kit was packed up as we prepared for an easy surveying waltz down a stream way. Aidan found another pitch where I asked if I could bolt. Of I went expecting a short pitch nice and easy. I got to a re-belay and started yelling it keeps going as there was another hole below me little did we know how big it actually was. I got to the ledge and started to prepare to abseil into a rift bolted the pitch head and then went why am I doing this walked over to the edge of the ledge to set up a much nicer hang, very scary. I shouted at James and Aidan that its huge and keeps going and we don't have enough rope. Neither quite realised how big. I kept asking if Aidan wanted a look and he seemed uninterested until I pestered him enough where he promptly looked over the edge where he told us that we didn't realise how cool our find was as we had found a 80m hypo-genic tube. Our 30m rope got  barely a 1/3 of the way down. I was sent out of the cave to tell people of our find and collect food, water bolts, batteries and rope. With eguipment acquired I ran back to homecoming to see the others exiting. Bags were packed flapjack was eaten, cooling down was required and once everything was ready to go I had to try and get a call out. After much hair pulling and phoning round I got a call-out so we were good to go. James had decided he wanted to go back to base which was probably a sensible decision so me and Aidan pushed on. Aidan added an extra bolt to the top of the eye of Sauron where he handed me all the heavy bolting kit in case he needed to prussik out. Our 40m rope which was now down the pitch was still very short so a 30m rope was taken down by Aidan. Much bullying was required to get Aidan to go down the pitch as he was being a wus his words not mine he thanked me alter so its all good. Once the rope was free it was my turn where I was equally terrified but couldn't back down after bullying Aidan down. Descending was relatively straightforward until the knot pass. Doing a knot pass 40m below a pitch head and 20m above the floor makes a simple manoeuvrer terrifying. At the bottom of the pitch Aidan asked me to swing over a boulder where I was like, what do you mean, as I'm hanging in free space. I descended onto solid floor which was a relief where we clambered onto the boulder to make another pitch down into another big chamber with a false floor. The new pitch head was bolted with a combination of me and Aidan resulting in lightning bolting. This is where we decided to call the series Welsh Engineering due to all the people bar James, sorry James, were from a Welsh university. At the next pitch another deep hole opens out into nothing where we has high hopes of going deeper than the rest of the cave which was not to be. midway down the next pitch as I was looking for a re-belay. I spied a bolt in front of my face to much confusion and annoyance. I quickly realised I had been here before as I was at the bolt traverse I had pushed with Dickon 2 days before. I proceeded to have a 5 minute tantrum that our lead did a big loop collected myself and dropped to the bottom of the pitch to say I was at the bottom. This bottom bit was bolted badly due to my frustration although it is still safe. We promptly called it a day and ran out of the cave trying to conserve energy. Exiting at 11:30. The eye of Sauron is pleasantly easy on the way out even with the knot pass. Resulting in an exit in less than 45 minutes. Once at garlic we clattered around trying to get to bed as quickly as possible waking Adam and disturbing Fiona sorry guys.
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