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<h1>Austria 1995</h1> <h1>Austria 1995</h1>
<p>The first part of the log is traditionally taken up by the journey <p>The first part of the log is traditionally taken up by the journey
out.<br />If this is of no interest, here is a link <a href="#1995_s04">to the out.<br />If this is of no interest, here is a link <a href="#1995_s04">to the
caving</a>! caving</a>!
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<li>1995 Expedition info:
<ul>
<li><a href="index.htm">Index</a> (more detail than in this list)</li>
<li><a href="excsrp.htm">Preliminary report</a> (exCS newsletter)</li>
<li><a href="report.htm">Cambridge Underground report</a></li>
<li><a href="bcracc.htm">BCRA Caves and Caving</a> Report</li>
<li>This year's <a href="sponsr.htm">Sponsors</a></li>
<li><a href="exponl.htm">From Expo Novice to Expo Leader</a>:
The tale of my Decline</li>
</ul></li>
<li><a href="../../pubs.htm#pubs1995">Published accounts</a></li>
<li><a href="../../index.htm">Back to Expedition intro page</a></li>
<li><A href="../../../index.htm">CUCC Home page</a>
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<div class="tripdate" id="1995_s01">1995-07-02</div> <div class="tripdate" id="1995-07-02a">1995-07-02</div>
<div class="trippeople">Nick Proctor, <u>Anthony Day</u>, </div> <div class="trippeople">Nick Proctor, <u>Anthony Day</u>, </div>
<div class="triptitle">Journey - THE FIRST E**C OF EXPO</div> <div class="triptitle">Journey - THE FIRST E**C OF EXPO</div>
<a name="trailerepic">2/7 - 4/7/95</a> <br /><br /> <a name="trailerepic">2/7 - 4/7/95</a> <br /><br />
It was on a breezy Sunday morning (2/7/95) that I first set eyes on the heap of tin oxide masquerading as a trailer that I was going to have to tow half the expo to Austria in. The parlous state of the mudguards, the ridiculously small wheels, and the spare tyre (containing no air and even less tread) did not inspire confidence, but with a typical caverish &quot;it'll be alright&quot; attitude we set off anyway. The first rainstorm to hit Cambridge in two months happened while we were packing this trailer of the loads, and the beast of burden (my Lada) which was pretending to tow it. I suppose that should have been an omen that everything was not going to go according to plan..... <br /><br /> It was on a breezy Sunday morning (2/7/95) that I first set eyes on the heap of tin oxide masquerading as a trailer that I was going to have to tow half the expo to Austria in. The parlous state of the mudguards, the ridiculously small wheels, and the spare tyre (containing no air and even less tread) did not inspire confidence, but with a typical caverish &quot;it'll be alright&quot; attitude we set off anyway. The first rainstorm to hit Cambridge in two months happened while we were packing this trailer of the loads, and the beast of burden (my Lada) which was pretending to tow it. I suppose that should have been an omen that everything was not going to go according to plan..... <br /><br />
(1) Got to Ramsgate without a hitch in time for the earlier ferry. This had been booked solid earlier, but there was now a space for us. "Terrific" we thought. "We'll be in Austria by tea time" we thought.... <br /><br /> (1) Got to Ramsgate without a hitch in time for the earlier ferry. This had been booked solid earlier, but there was now a space for us. "Terrific" we thought. "We'll be in Austria by tea time" we thought.... <br /><br />
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not quite... <br /><br /> not quite... <br /><br />
Things to do on the hard shoulder of a Belgian autobahn by Nick <ol> <li>Kick the trailer <li>Get rained on <li>Kick the trailer again <li>Talk to the large Belgian policemen on even larger motorbikes and persuade them that you are not a vagrant with a pet trailer and that you really don't want to be arrested (With hindsight, this may have been the better option). <li>Examine the bits of tyre, strange lumps of metal, coke cans, used condoms, Tory ministers and babies lyt in the gutter <li>Attempt to play patience and spend the next ten minutes chasing your playing cards across the Autobahn <li>Kick the trailer really hard <li>Laugh at the Germans in their really big car and even bigger caravan who stop on the hard shoulder too. (Unfortunately, they left again in ten minutes, rather than 6 hours) <li>Fall asleep, then be scared shitless by some bastard Belgian lorry driver who steams past at lots of miles an hour tooting his horn <li>Grab a random branch from the bushes and pretend to be carving something whilst hacking chunks out willy-nilly <li>Hope that the policemen don't return. "Yes Ociffer it really has taken 5 hours for my friend to find a phone. Yes, he is English, like me" <li>Kick the trailer ................. </ol> Things to do on the hard shoulder of a Belgian autobahn by Nick <ol> <li>Kick the trailer <li>Get rained on <li>Kick the trailer again <li>Talk to the large Belgian policemen on even larger motorbikes and persuade them that you are not a vagrant with a pet trailer and that you really don't want to be arrested (With hindsight, this may have been the better option). <li>Examine the bits of tyre, strange lumps of metal, coke cans, used condoms, Tory ministers and babies lyt in the gutter <li>Attempt to play patience and spend the next ten minutes chasing your playing cards across the Autobahn <li>Kick the trailer really hard <li>Laugh at the Germans in their really big car and even bigger caravan who stop on the hard shoulder too. (Unfortunately, they left again in ten minutes, rather than 6 hours) <li>Fall asleep, then be scared shitless by some bastard Belgian lorry driver who steams past at lots of miles an hour tooting his horn <li>Grab a random branch from the bushes and pretend to be carving something whilst hacking chunks out willy-nilly <li>Hope that the policemen don't return. "Yes Ociffer it really has taken 5 hours for my friend to find a phone. Yes, he is English, like me" <li>Kick the trailer ................. </ol>
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<div class="tripdate" id="1995_s04">1995-07-08</div> <div class="tripdate" id="1995-07-08a">1995-07-08</div>
<div class="trippeople"><u>Nick Proctor</u>, Paul Bilton, </div> <div class="trippeople"><u>Nick Proctor</u>, Paul Bilton, </div>
<div class="triptitle">Plateau - Prospecting trips</div> <div class="triptitle">Plateau - Prospecting trips</div>
Due to the lack of knowledge about Main Entrance and the lack of France (entrance under much snow) some prospecting was done. Behind the Hinter, about 50m further the slope from France there is a prominent limestone ridge. This develops into a shallow gulley with a slanting rift at the bottom. This was followed and several blind shafts &amp; slots (too tight) were found. Descended holes have been marked with a scratched cross (no paint). There is a possible rift system here - lots of the slots draught (sounds like a jet engine) but it all seems too tight. Most promising is hole intoslanting rift with snow alope. Marked with cairn and scratched cross. 235&deg; to Vord 305&deg; to col &amp; 350&deg; to end of next lump along (Its obvious when you're there !). Ended in large snow plug - possible way on under it too tight. May be worth second look if bored &amp; its very warm. Due to the lack of knowledge about Main Entrance and the lack of France (entrance under much snow) some prospecting was done. Behind the Hinter, about 50m further the slope from France there is a prominent limestone ridge. This develops into a shallow gulley with a slanting rift at the bottom. This was followed and several blind shafts &amp; slots (too tight) were found. Descended holes have been marked with a scratched cross (no paint). There is a possible rift system here - lots of the slots draught (sounds like a jet engine) but it all seems too tight. Most promising is hole intoslanting rift with snow alope. Marked with cairn and scratched cross. 235&deg; to Vord 305&deg; to col &amp; 350&deg; to end of next lump along (Its obvious when you're there !). Ended in large snow plug - possible way on under it too tight. May be worth second look if bored &amp; its very warm.
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<div class="tripdate" id="1995_s05">1995-07-08</div> <div class="tripdate" id="1995-07-08b">1995-07-08</div>
<div class="trippeople">James Eckersley, <u>Anthony Day</u>, </div> <div class="trippeople">James Eckersley, <u>Anthony Day</u>, </div>
<div class="triptitle">Plateau - <u>Prospecting trip</u></div> <div class="triptitle">Plateau - <u>Prospecting trip</u></div>
Setting off from the snowbound France entrance, we headed round the back of the Hinter. Apart from one blind shaft ~100m N of 161c entrance, and a shaft near the col between Hinter and Nd Augst Eck which we failed to locate on the 9th, we found fuck all. Someone has been here before us. Found 1990/10 and lots of stuff marked +. <br /><br /> Setting off from the snowbound France entrance, we headed round the back of the Hinter. Apart from one blind shaft ~100m N of 161c entrance, and a shaft near the col between Hinter and Nd Augst Eck which we failed to locate on the 9th, we found fuck all. Someone has been here before us. Found 1990/10 and lots of stuff marked +. <br /><br />
The day after we tried our luck on the W side of the Hinter. Apart from one blind shaft (I think), we found fuck all. Strange eh ? The day after we tried our luck on the W side of the Hinter. Apart from one blind shaft (I think), we found fuck all. Strange eh ?
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<div class="tripdate" id="1995_s02">1995-07-09</div> <div class="tripdate" id="1995-07-09a">1995-07-09</div>
<div class="trippeople"><u>Paul Bilton</u>, </div> <div class="trippeople"><u>Paul Bilton</u>, </div>
<div class="triptitle">Journey out</div> <div class="triptitle">Journey out</div>
On arrival at Bad Aussee, Anthony bet me a beer that my journey was worse than his. I lost but see what you think of my 48 hrs of dicing with authority. <br /><br /> On arrival at Bad Aussee, Anthony bet me a beer that my journey was worse than his. I lost but see what you think of my 48 hrs of dicing with authority. <br /><br />
(1) My first train was the 14:55 to London. It was direct, cleaner, quieter + simpler than the 14:38 so I carefully watched the 14:38 pull out. Got on the 14:55. Shortly after Doncaster it was ticket time. <br /><br /> (1) My first train was the 14:55 to London. It was direct, cleaner, quieter + simpler than the 14:38 so I carefully watched the 14:38 pull out. Got on the 14:55. Shortly after Doncaster it was ticket time. <br /><br />
'Tickets please' I hold up my pass.<br /> 'Oh dear' says Conductor. I look blank.<br /> 'Oh dear, oh dear' says conductor.<br /> 'What ? You're going to tell me this is restricted', says me<br /> 'This train is restricted'. Head falls, heart sinks, no money on me for a fine.<br /> 'You know what I'm _supposed_ to do ?' says Conductor.<br /> 'What ?'<br /> 'Take your pass. Report you and you + your family will lose all travel benefits for 12 months' said the conductor with a degree of glee which gradually increased as he noticed my student i.d. whilst flicking through my wallet. <br /><br /> 'Tickets please' I hold up my pass.<br /> 'Oh dear' says Conductor. I look blank.<br /> 'Oh dear, oh dear' says conductor.<br /> 'What ? You're going to tell me this is restricted', says me<br /> 'This train is restricted'. Head falls, heart sinks, no money on me for a fine.<br /> 'You know what I'm _supposed_ to do ?' says Conductor.<br /> 'What ?'<br /> 'Take your pass. Report you and you + your family will lose all travel benefits for 12 months' said the conductor with a degree of glee which gradually increased as he noticed my student i.d. whilst flicking through my wallet. <br /><br />
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Arrive in Bad Aussee much later (ie. 15 mins) than expected. But got bored so couldn't be arsed to tell you about this bit. . . . ! <br /><br /> Arrive in Bad Aussee much later (ie. 15 mins) than expected. But got bored so couldn't be arsed to tell you about this bit. . . . ! <br /><br />
We should point out at this juncture that Paul lost a beer to Anthony over this journey, on account of it being less ep*c than ours. So there. We should point out at this juncture that Paul lost a beer to Anthony over this journey, on account of it being less ep*c than ours. So there.
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<div class="tripdate" id="1995_s03">1995-07-09</div> <div class="tripdate" id="1995-07-09b">1995-07-09</div>
<div class="trippeople"><u>Hugh Adams</u>, Duncan Collis, Mike Richardson, </div> <div class="trippeople"><u>Hugh Adams</u>, Mike Richardson, Duncan Collis, </div>
<div class="triptitle">Journey</div> <div class="triptitle">Journey</div>
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Journey of Hugh, Duncan and Mike. It all went according to plan, got bored, arrived at campsite at expected time and got pissed. So nerr ! <br /><br /> Journey of Hugh, Duncan and Mike. It all went according to plan, got bored, arrived at campsite at expected time and got pissed. So nerr ! <br /><br />
ner, ner; ner ner ner ! [scribble] <br /><br /> ner, ner; ner ner ner ! [scribble] <br /><br />
Duncan was 'ere<br /> after some beer ! Duncan was 'ere<br /> after some beer !
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<div class="tripdate" id="1995_s06">1995-07-10</div> <div class="tripdate" id="1995-07-10a">1995-07-10</div>
<div class="trippeople"><u>Nick Proctor</u>, Mike Richardson, Hugh Adams, </div> <div class="trippeople"><u>Nick Proctor</u>, Hugh Adams, Mike Richardson, </div>
<div class="triptitle">161 - Main Entrance</div> <div class="triptitle">161 - Main Entrance</div>
Proper caving at last !!! Team knowledge (ie. Mike) had arrived the day before and was deemed to be keen. Went down to Dreaming of Limo with its myriad of leads, so rigged main entrance, snot, pitch below squeeze, put a handline on vestibule and then thrutched through Stomping (Don' you just hate cavers with a sense of humour ?) Stomping it is not. Shite is closer to the mark, especially with a tackle sack. Arrived at the pushing front - nice trusty rift leading to a pitch. Hugh put in a bolt, then I had a go. Bang, bang, flake, bang, bang, crumble. Hmm, that'll be shit rock then. All bored and cold so headed out slowly. Emerged to daylight and more hot sunshine. Good stuff. Proper caving at last !!! Team knowledge (ie. Mike) had arrived the day before and was deemed to be keen. Went down to Dreaming of Limo with its myriad of leads, so rigged main entrance, snot, pitch below squeeze, put a handline on vestibule and then thrutched through Stomping (Don' you just hate cavers with a sense of humour ?) Stomping it is not. Shite is closer to the mark, especially with a tackle sack. Arrived at the pushing front - nice trusty rift leading to a pitch. Hugh put in a bolt, then I had a go. Bang, bang, flake, bang, bang, crumble. Hmm, that'll be shit rock then. All bored and cold so headed out slowly. Emerged to daylight and more hot sunshine. Good stuff.
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<div class="tripdate" id="1995_s07">1995-07-11</div> <div class="tripdate" id="1995-07-11a">1995-07-11</div>
<div class="trippeople">Nick Proctor, Hugh Adams, <u>James Eckersley</u>, </div> <div class="trippeople">Nick Proctor, <u>James Eckersley</u>, Hugh Adams, </div>
<div class="triptitle">161 - Pushing Dreaming of Limo</div> <div class="triptitle">161 - Pushing Dreaming of Limo</div>
Got down to Dreaming of Limo pretty quickly - 1&frac12; hrs + then started pushing. Hugh put in a second bolt at the head of the 1st pitch - Dental Floss. Slightly tight take off followed by approx 10m drop to a large ledge. 5m drop rigged off natural drops to floor. From here, found another obvious way on which leads to the right to a sloping rift (Tonsils) through a small hole. Pos. way on up to left from here. Rift drops down about 15m to another floor with 3 holes in it. Hole on left leads to really awful way on (Teeth) down rift dropping about 10m through tight chossy rock before opening out + dropping another 15m to floor. The pitch head was rigged off some really dodgy naturals which creaked + moved a lot while Nick was hanging off swearing. After a bit of re-rigging + a rebelay before the rift opened out, the pitch was rigged sort of satisfactorily. By the time we all reached the bottom of this pitch, everyone was knackered so we lobbed a load of rocks down the next pitch, went ooh - this is god + started back up - not as easy as it sounds - it took one hell of a lot of squirming, swearing and carbide relighting to get up Teeth. When we reached the top of our lead we caught up with Paul, Duncan, Mike + Anthony on the way up to the entrance so had to sit around a lot waiting + getting bloody cold. Called the series of pitches we discovered the Oral series. TU 10&frac12; hrs Got down to Dreaming of Limo pretty quickly - 1&frac12; hrs + then started pushing. Hugh put in a second bolt at the head of the 1st pitch - Dental Floss. Slightly tight take off followed by approx 10m drop to a large ledge. 5m drop rigged off natural drops to floor. From here, found another obvious way on which leads to the right to a sloping rift (Tonsils) through a small hole. Pos. way on up to left from here. Rift drops down about 15m to another floor with 3 holes in it. Hole on left leads to really awful way on (Teeth) down rift dropping about 10m through tight chossy rock before opening out + dropping another 15m to floor. The pitch head was rigged off some really dodgy naturals which creaked + moved a lot while Nick was hanging off swearing. After a bit of re-rigging + a rebelay before the rift opened out, the pitch was rigged sort of satisfactorily. By the time we all reached the bottom of this pitch, everyone was knackered so we lobbed a load of rocks down the next pitch, went ooh - this is god + started back up - not as easy as it sounds - it took one hell of a lot of squirming, swearing and carbide relighting to get up Teeth. When we reached the top of our lead we caught up with Paul, Duncan, Mike + Anthony on the way up to the entrance so had to sit around a lot waiting + getting bloody cold. Called the series of pitches we discovered the Oral series. TU 10&frac12; hrs
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<div class="tripdate" id="1995_s08">1995-07-11</div> <div class="tripdate" id="1995-07-11b">1995-07-11</div>
<div class="trippeople">Anthony Day, Mike Richardson, Duncan Collis, <u>Paul Bilton</u>, </div> <div class="trippeople">Anthony Day, Duncan Collis, Mike Richardson, <u>Paul Bilton</u>, </div>
<div class="triptitle">161 - To Dreaming of Limo</div> <div class="triptitle">161 - To Dreaming of Limo</div>
This was supposed to be a short pushing trip but due to a small amount of faffing by yours truly this never happened. KH main entrance is a tad airy. This was my observation + my problem.... Having done only 3 not nice SRT trips before it took some faffing to pass the freehanging re-belay. This took the form of:- 'how do I get me short cow's tail off?' Lots of faffing and help eventually taught me how to pass such a thing + the bottom was reached. Off we all traipsed down snot + stomping to just before Dreaming of Limo. Mike went down some passage he rigged. This he said didn't look too promising. I went to sleep. We then all met the others and decided to come out. This was done with out much pace but without hiccup. This was supposed to be a short pushing trip but due to a small amount of faffing by yours truly this never happened. KH main entrance is a tad airy. This was my observation + my problem.... Having done only 3 not nice SRT trips before it took some faffing to pass the freehanging re-belay. This took the form of:- 'how do I get me short cow's tail off?' Lots of faffing and help eventually taught me how to pass such a thing + the bottom was reached. Off we all traipsed down snot + stomping to just before Dreaming of Limo. Mike went down some passage he rigged. This he said didn't look too promising. I went to sleep. We then all met the others and decided to come out. This was done with out much pace but without hiccup.
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<div class="tripdate" id="1995_s09">1995-07-12</div> <div class="tripdate" id="1995-07-12a">1995-07-12</div>
<div class="trippeople"><u>Kate Janossy</u>, </div> <div class="trippeople"><u>Kate Janossy</u>, </div>
<div class="triptitle">Journey - Hitching</div> <div class="triptitle">Journey - Hitching</div>
A note from your leader... <br /><br /> A note from your leader... <br /><br />
How to travel to expo _EASY_ and _free_:- <br /><br /> How to travel to expo _EASY_ and _free_:- <br /><br />
What you need is<br /> <blockquote>1) 3 days with fuck all to do except go to expo<br /> 2) be in the Alps already (although you could get here as quick from England)<br /> 3) a thumb<br /> 4) less than 100 litres of shit per person (tricky, but your friends can take the expo shit in the nice trailer Wookey found.<br /> _Ex_ friends) </blockquote> <br /><br /> What you need is<br /> <blockquote>1) 3 days with fuck all to do except go to expo<br /> 2) be in the Alps already (although you could get here as quick from England)<br /> 3) a thumb<br /> 4) less than 100 litres of shit per person (tricky, but your friends can take the expo shit in the nice trailer Wookey found.<br /> _Ex_ friends) </blockquote> <br /><br />
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3) Look at the map before refusing lifts to towns you think are the wrong way (whoops) <br /><br /> 3) Look at the map before refusing lifts to towns you think are the wrong way (whoops) <br /><br />
4) If you really hate long squidgy slimey things don't go hitching with Steve. (I am referring to the side of an Italian Motorway infested with millions of nasty orange huge slimey slugs. I refused to sleep on the grass + bivvied on a nice comfortable (honest) not at all slopey bit of road - like concrete in front of a padlocked gate, in fear of being run over in the middle of the night). I hate slugs. 4) If you really hate long squidgy slimey things don't go hitching with Steve. (I am referring to the side of an Italian Motorway infested with millions of nasty orange huge slimey slugs. I refused to sleep on the grass + bivvied on a nice comfortable (honest) not at all slopey bit of road - like concrete in front of a padlocked gate, in fear of being run over in the middle of the night). I hate slugs.
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<div class="tripdate" id="1995_s10">1995-07-13</div> <div class="tripdate" id="1995-07-13a">1995-07-13</div>
<div class="trippeople"><u>Nick Proctor</u>, Duncan Collis, Anthony Day, </div> <div class="trippeople"><u>Nick Proctor</u>, Anthony Day, Duncan Collis, </div>
<div class="triptitle">161 - Pushing Oral Series</div> <div class="triptitle">161 - Pushing Oral Series</div>
The Prince of Darkness Strikes Again! Except this time I scuppered myself. Decided to be keen and went down whilst the others were calibrating and faffing. Charged down to Vestabule where my electric light decided to fail with a carbide messily poissing water out of the rivet hole I turned round and charghed back out. Got to the bottom of the entrance pitch to find Duncan getting changed Prussiked back out, pinched Paul's zoom and Hugh's generator. Take Two. Battle down to D.O.L. with tackle sack (about which I shall not rant). Anthony declared the naturals at the top of Teeth to be sound, so I descended and started putting a back-up bolt in for the next pitch. (The much bullshitted about bypass for Teeth had not appeared suprisingly). Duncan and Anthony enjoyed Teeth, then with 3 shit spits "Don't worry Anthony, the back-up is sound". Chortle. We descended into the next chamber. Lots of scrotting around, rift too small. More quality expo rigging followed, then I went down Arsehole, which ended after 15m. End of Oral Series. Team Survey had caught us up by then, so we kindly let them survey our finds and we went out (slowly) Actually found some clean white stals down there, so if anyone fancies a return trip ...... <br /> Nick 10&frac12; The Prince of Darkness Strikes Again! Except this time I scuppered myself. Decided to be keen and went down whilst the others were calibrating and faffing. Charged down to Vestabule where my electric light decided to fail with a carbide messily poissing water out of the rivet hole I turned round and charghed back out. Got to the bottom of the entrance pitch to find Duncan getting changed Prussiked back out, pinched Paul's zoom and Hugh's generator. Take Two. Battle down to D.O.L. with tackle sack (about which I shall not rant). Anthony declared the naturals at the top of Teeth to be sound, so I descended and started putting a back-up bolt in for the next pitch. (The much bullshitted about bypass for Teeth had not appeared suprisingly). Duncan and Anthony enjoyed Teeth, then with 3 shit spits "Don't worry Anthony, the back-up is sound". Chortle. We descended into the next chamber. Lots of scrotting around, rift too small. More quality expo rigging followed, then I went down Arsehole, which ended after 15m. End of Oral Series. Team Survey had caught us up by then, so we kindly let them survey our finds and we went out (slowly) Actually found some clean white stals down there, so if anyone fancies a return trip ...... <br /> Nick 10&frac12;
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<div class="tripdate" id="1995_s11">1995-07-13</div> <div class="tripdate" id="1995-07-13b">1995-07-13</div>
<div class="trippeople"><u>Mike Richardson</u>, James Eckersley, Paul Bilton, </div> <div class="trippeople"><u>Mike Richardson</u>, Paul Bilton, James Eckersley, </div>
<div class="triptitle">161 - Survey &amp; Derig Oral Series</div> <div class="triptitle">161 - Survey &amp; Derig Oral Series</div>
Went down; surveyed; met pushers; finished survey; derigged back to DOL; shagged; came out. OK, so it took a bit longer 'cos Paul took quite a long time to come out. This trip was an EPIC (note: _E_xtended _P_eriod _I_n _C_ave). If you want a better write up then browbeat someone else <br /><br /> Went down; surveyed; met pushers; finished survey; derigged back to DOL; shagged; came out. OK, so it took a bit longer 'cos Paul took quite a long time to come out. This trip was an EPIC (note: _E_xtended _P_eriod _I_n _C_ave). If you want a better write up then browbeat someone else <br /><br />
TU Paul, James 14 <br /> Mike 12&frac12; <br /><br /> TU Paul, James 14 <br /> Mike 12&frac12; <br /><br />
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<div class="tripdate" id="1995_s12">1995-07-16</div> <div class="tripdate" id="1995-07-16a">1995-07-16</div>
<div class="trippeople">Nick Proctor, <u>James Eckersley</u>, Dave Collins, </div> <div class="trippeople">Nick Proctor, Dave Collins, <u>James Eckersley</u>, </div>
<div class="triptitle">161 - Pushing Dreaming of Limo</div> <div class="triptitle">161 - Pushing Dreaming of Limo</div>
Went down to d-o-l with no problems where Nick proceeded to bolt the wet pitch - Splattery. Dave decided at this point that he was too tired to be caving + started going out. I came across him wandering around the south end of D-O-L totally lost. I .&middot;. had to show him all the way to Vestabule - bloody endless scrotting through Stomping. Nick + I proceeded to push the rift below Stomping which proved to be dead - just a loop ending back at the top of Splattery. We then started surveying but a huge rush of water misted the compass. We .&middot;. pushed a really tight passage off Stomping + went out. Went down to d-o-l with no problems where Nick proceeded to bolt the wet pitch - Splattery. Dave decided at this point that he was too tired to be caving + started going out. I came across him wandering around the south end of D-O-L totally lost. I .&middot;. had to show him all the way to Vestabule - bloody endless scrotting through Stomping. Nick + I proceeded to push the rift below Stomping which proved to be dead - just a loop ending back at the top of Splattery. We then started surveying but a huge rush of water misted the compass. We .&middot;. pushed a really tight passage off Stomping + went out.
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<div class="tripdate" id="1995_s13">1995-07-17</div> <div class="tripdate" id="1995-07-17a">1995-07-17</div>
<div class="trippeople"><u>Nick Proctor</u>, James Eckersley, Dave Collins, </div> <div class="trippeople"><u>Nick Proctor</u>, Dave Collins, James Eckersley, </div>
<div class="triptitle">161 - DOL (Again)</div> <div class="triptitle">161 - DOL (Again)</div>
This time DOL would be finished, surveyed and derigged, no messing, no problems. Plan was to survey Splattery and Limo's Revenge, (James' tight passage off Stomping), push and survey the last hole in the south of DOL and be out before bedtime. I whizzed down and decided to look down Mike's hole, Gnasher, we he had declared "unlikely to go anywhere". Needless to say it did, after some appalling rigging, into the rift with at least 2 more pitches. DOL refuses to die. Then we went to Splattery, after Dave had finally arrived, swearing blind he had got into DOL without doing the climb up (?!). Some faff, and Splattery was finished. Quick look at the hole in the S of DOL confirmed it needed a bolt or 12 rope-tectors. Off to Limo's Revenge. Devotion to duty or sheer stupidity - lets survey a grim, scrotty tight &amp; twisty rift passage which goes nowhere !? This we did. Scout provided a lengthy diversion by getting stuck for 20 minutes. Eventually freed, James &amp; I finished surveying and we left, to the sound of DOL laughing. This time DOL would be finished, surveyed and derigged, no messing, no problems. Plan was to survey Splattery and Limo's Revenge, (James' tight passage off Stomping), push and survey the last hole in the south of DOL and be out before bedtime. I whizzed down and decided to look down Mike's hole, Gnasher, we he had declared "unlikely to go anywhere". Needless to say it did, after some appalling rigging, into the rift with at least 2 more pitches. DOL refuses to die. Then we went to Splattery, after Dave had finally arrived, swearing blind he had got into DOL without doing the climb up (?!). Some faff, and Splattery was finished. Quick look at the hole in the S of DOL confirmed it needed a bolt or 12 rope-tectors. Off to Limo's Revenge. Devotion to duty or sheer stupidity - lets survey a grim, scrotty tight &amp; twisty rift passage which goes nowhere !? This we did. Scout provided a lengthy diversion by getting stuck for 20 minutes. Eventually freed, James &amp; I finished surveying and we left, to the sound of DOL laughing.
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<div class="trippeople">Julian Haines, Steve Bellhouse, Kate Janossy, Dave Johnson, <u>Paul Bilton</u>, </div> <div class="trippeople">Julian Haines, Kate Janossy, <u>Paul Bilton</u>, Steve Bellhouse, Dave Johnson, </div>
<div class="triptitle">161 - Rigging (?) France</div> <div class="triptitle">161 - Rigging (?) France</div>
Having eventually found France, Julian was keen to rig it + take half of expo down it. The aim was that Julian + Steve would rig to Sultans of Swing + then do some pushing. Kate + myself would explore holes in the floor of Algeria whilst Dave would attach himself to whichever parts he felt like. After much surface faffing in which 4 tackle sacks of rope were packed it was down into France. Carbide failure, Dave getting caught on a tight hanging rebelay, Julian leaving hangers at the bottom of Roll of the Dice whilst trying to rig Toothless made this into a fairly crap trip. As we'd chosen an early call out time, Dave, Kate + myself came out with Steve + Julian trying to go to Algeria. Rope didn't reach ! The only good things about this trip was that Julian found several leads* near the surface + it was still daylight when we got out. Steve, Julian 7 hrs (?) <br /><br /> Having eventually found France, Julian was keen to rig it + take half of expo down it. The aim was that Julian + Steve would rig to Sultans of Swing + then do some pushing. Kate + myself would explore holes in the floor of Algeria whilst Dave would attach himself to whichever parts he felt like. After much surface faffing in which 4 tackle sacks of rope were packed it was down into France. Carbide failure, Dave getting caught on a tight hanging rebelay, Julian leaving hangers at the bottom of Roll of the Dice whilst trying to rig Toothless made this into a fairly crap trip. As we'd chosen an early call out time, Dave, Kate + myself came out with Steve + Julian trying to go to Algeria. Rope didn't reach ! The only good things about this trip was that Julian found several leads* near the surface + it was still daylight when we got out. Steve, Julian 7 hrs (?) <br /><br />
* Part way down "toothless" there is a hole in the wall leading to two pitches. One of these has a 5 second (1 bounce) drop !! Both are undescended (currently) and are definitely worth pushing. _Julian_ * Part way down "toothless" there is a hole in the wall leading to two pitches. One of these has a 5 second (1 bounce) drop !! Both are undescended (currently) and are definitely worth pushing. _Julian_
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<div class="tripdate" id="1995_s14">1995-07-18</div> <div class="tripdate" id="1995-07-18a">1995-07-18</div>
<div class="trippeople"><u>Nick Proctor</u>, James Eckersley, Mike Richardson, </div> <div class="trippeople"><u>Nick Proctor</u>, Mike Richardson, James Eckersley, </div>
<div class="triptitle">161 - Rigging to Gob</div> <div class="triptitle">161 - Rigging to Gob</div>
Mike had arrived the night before and was prepared to guide me down to the end of YAPATE, where hopefully I would recognise the scene of my joyous experience of 2 years ago. Surprisingly enough, this was exactly what we did. After some faff leaving the bolts at Over the Rainbow, and finding that some of the boulder slope down to Knossos had disappeared, we arrived at the top of Gob on You, with attendant shit spit. Here Mike generously let me go first. Faffed for ages trying to work out how Adam had rigged Wish You Were Here - In the end Mike put in a bolt, and I went down. Then through the slot at the top of Final Cut. Here Mike took Old Man's Perogative and went back up to put another bolt in. James was stupid enough to follow me. Found the pushing front, which looks quite promising. Then we buggered off out, with dying lights &amp; flooded leaking carbides. Two hours from bottom of Knossos. We're not hard. (Just wanted to get back to Base Camp) Mike had arrived the night before and was prepared to guide me down to the end of YAPATE, where hopefully I would recognise the scene of my joyous experience of 2 years ago. Surprisingly enough, this was exactly what we did. After some faff leaving the bolts at Over the Rainbow, and finding that some of the boulder slope down to Knossos had disappeared, we arrived at the top of Gob on You, with attendant shit spit. Here Mike generously let me go first. Faffed for ages trying to work out how Adam had rigged Wish You Were Here - In the end Mike put in a bolt, and I went down. Then through the slot at the top of Final Cut. Here Mike took Old Man's Perogative and went back up to put another bolt in. James was stupid enough to follow me. Found the pushing front, which looks quite promising. Then we buggered off out, with dying lights &amp; flooded leaking carbides. Two hours from bottom of Knossos. We're not hard. (Just wanted to get back to Base Camp)
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<div class="trippeople">Steve Bellhouse, Julian Haines, <u>Kate Janossy</u>, Dave Collins, Dave Johnson, </div> <div class="trippeople">Steve Bellhouse, <u>Kate Janossy</u>, Dave Johnson, Julian Haines, Dave Collins, </div>
<div class="triptitle">161 - More rigging in France</div> <div class="triptitle">161 - More rigging in France</div>
Actually managed to rig into Algeria ! Steve + Julian (well Steve mostly) hung for ages on rope in wetness putting in bolts down to the ledge in Sultans of Swing. I started putting in bolts to go down a hole in Algeria then Dave + Dave arrived so I cunningly taught them to put in bolts (with my vast experience) + we rigged short pitch into a chamber with a big wet pitch + a small rifty thing (which probably floods lots) with a pitch at the end. I started thinking about rigging this while Dave + Dave went out but Julian thought it was too scary so I didn't bother. Might rig possible alternative way into the bottom of the same rift soon. Maybe.<br /> P.S. Dave t'other got strung up again on the way in. <br /><br /> Actually managed to rig into Algeria ! Steve + Julian (well Steve mostly) hung for ages on rope in wetness putting in bolts down to the ledge in Sultans of Swing. I started putting in bolts to go down a hole in Algeria then Dave + Dave arrived so I cunningly taught them to put in bolts (with my vast experience) + we rigged short pitch into a chamber with a big wet pitch + a small rifty thing (which probably floods lots) with a pitch at the end. I started thinking about rigging this while Dave + Dave went out but Julian thought it was too scary so I didn't bother. Might rig possible alternative way into the bottom of the same rift soon. Maybe.<br /> P.S. Dave t'other got strung up again on the way in. <br /><br />
Steve rigged to first ledge of Sultans and then dropped bolt driver onto the ledge. Having retrieved this he then didn't feel like prussiking back up to finish putting in the spit, so I put in two in the wetness. It was crap. After hammering in the second, I was still cold and so was Steve. So we jacked ! <p align=right>Julian H Steve rigged to first ledge of Sultans and then dropped bolt driver onto the ledge. Having retrieved this he then didn't feel like prussiking back up to finish putting in the spit, so I put in two in the wetness. It was crap. After hammering in the second, I was still cold and so was Steve. So we jacked ! <p align=right>Julian H
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<div class="tripdate" id="1995_s16">1995-07-20</div> <div class="tripdate" id="1995-07-20a">1995-07-20</div>
<div class="trippeople"><u>Nick Proctor</u>, Paul Bilton, </div> <div class="trippeople"><u>Nick Proctor</u>, Paul Bilton, </div>
<div class="triptitle">161 - DOL (Yet Again)</div> <div class="triptitle">161 - DOL (Yet Again)</div>
In a pre-dinner burst of enthusiasm, we got up at 5.00 am to go caving. We were underground at 8.30 (it would have been 8.00 if Paul hadn't deliberately strung himself up on the entrance pitch forcing me to take the tackle bastard off him). Pottered down to Stomping &amp; the hole leading into the chamber off Gnasher. Did some gardening &amp; produced a fine free hang (25-30m ?) Then bolted the small pitch below and thrutched into the rift. Another pitch, with jammed boulders in the rift. Having started to rig off these, one of them moved. Gibber. Rapid change of plan. Lets put a bolt in the wall then. This done, a 10m pitch was descended, with yet another one leading from it. DOL lives on. We shall return. Paul 7 In a pre-dinner burst of enthusiasm, we got up at 5.00 am to go caving. We were underground at 8.30 (it would have been 8.00 if Paul hadn't deliberately strung himself up on the entrance pitch forcing me to take the tackle bastard off him). Pottered down to Stomping &amp; the hole leading into the chamber off Gnasher. Did some gardening &amp; produced a fine free hang (25-30m ?) Then bolted the small pitch below and thrutched into the rift. Another pitch, with jammed boulders in the rift. Having started to rig off these, one of them moved. Gibber. Rapid change of plan. Lets put a bolt in the wall then. This done, a 10m pitch was descended, with yet another one leading from it. DOL lives on. We shall return. Paul 7
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<div class="trippeople">Mike Richardson, <u>Anthony Day</u>, Duncan Collis, </div> <div class="trippeople">Mike Richardson, Duncan Collis, <u>Anthony Day</u>, </div>
<div class="triptitle">161 - inadvertantly go caving. (Down France)</div> <div class="triptitle">161 - inadvertantly go caving. (Down France)</div>
This is a story of unfortunate mishaps. <br /><br /> This is a story of unfortunate mishaps. <br /><br />
After accidentally setting their alarm clock for 5am, the aforementioned found themselves going caving at 8am. A series of unforseen mishaps saw them arrive at a question mark in Rich T chamber. This consisted of a chossy 12' climb, which was erroneously interpreted as a chance for Duncan to practice his bolting skills, and thus a spit became placed. Duncan &amp; Mike then endured &frac12;hr each of shitting their pants on a 35&deg; bank of choss, only to find that it didn't go anywhere. This at least reduced the possibility of the grave error of them returning to survey this bit of cave occurring. The poss&eacute; then exit, trying to avoid the obvious pitfalls of inadvertantly becoming drunk that evening at the expo dinner. After accidentally setting their alarm clock for 5am, the aforementioned found themselves going caving at 8am. A series of unforseen mishaps saw them arrive at a question mark in Rich T chamber. This consisted of a chossy 12' climb, which was erroneously interpreted as a chance for Duncan to practice his bolting skills, and thus a spit became placed. Duncan &amp; Mike then endured &frac12;hr each of shitting their pants on a 35&deg; bank of choss, only to find that it didn't go anywhere. This at least reduced the possibility of the grave error of them returning to survey this bit of cave occurring. The poss&eacute; then exit, trying to avoid the obvious pitfalls of inadvertantly becoming drunk that evening at the expo dinner.
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<div class="trippeople"><u>Duncan Collis</u>, Kate Janossy, </div> <div class="trippeople"><u>Duncan Collis</u>, Kate Janossy, </div>
<div class="triptitle">161 - Hobnob passage - Pushing 94-65</div> <div class="triptitle">161 - Hobnob passage - Pushing 94-65</div>
After small amount of faffing over bolting kit (which we had left at surface, and so we had to get one of from down Sultan's.) we thwacked a couple of bolts in to make a reasonable Y- hang down the rift. Kate went down first - from above the pitch looked pretty good, and reports from below were favourable too, so I followed. The rift led into a train tunnel-sort of passage. This initially appeared to be a good lead, but exploration proved this not to be the case - to the west, the passage went for perhaps 30 metres before closing down, but had a small, water washed vadose lead on the right (with sound of water), - to the east, the passage was filled almost to the roof with a large mud bank, being followable for perhaps 30 metres. <br /><br /> After small amount of faffing over bolting kit (which we had left at surface, and so we had to get one of from down Sultan's.) we thwacked a couple of bolts in to make a reasonable Y- hang down the rift. Kate went down first - from above the pitch looked pretty good, and reports from below were favourable too, so I followed. The rift led into a train tunnel-sort of passage. This initially appeared to be a good lead, but exploration proved this not to be the case - to the west, the passage went for perhaps 30 metres before closing down, but had a small, water washed vadose lead on the right (with sound of water), - to the east, the passage was filled almost to the roof with a large mud bank, being followable for perhaps 30 metres. <br /><br />
The lead to the west is worth a second look for small people since it sounds as if it goes somewhere significant. <br /><br /> The lead to the west is worth a second look for small people since it sounds as if it goes somewhere significant. <br /><br />
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<div class="trippeople">Dave Collins, <u>Dave Johnson</u>, </div> <div class="trippeople">Dave Collins, <u>Dave Johnson</u>, </div>
<div class="triptitle">161 - France</div> <div class="triptitle">161 - France</div>
The primary intention of this trip was that Julian &amp; Steve would continue Sultans of Swing with the stonking bolt driller &amp; battery pack - unfortunately minus drill bit. Julian in caving gear for 1/2 hour in searing heat before this was discovered. Ha Ha! So me &amp; Scout went on our own, with another fine intention of bolting and rigging Kate's new pitch. This objective was soon turned on its head after the f*****g screw of the f*****g bolt driver dropped off down the pitch with only managing 3/4 of the first spit! So we then had a small look round, found an interesting looking streamway beyond the boulders to the left of the pitch we didn't bolt. That's about it, so we buggered off out, tedious prussik out with my harness rubbing in an uncomfortable place. Wot a waste of a trip! <br /><br /> The primary intention of this trip was that Julian &amp; Steve would continue Sultans of Swing with the stonking bolt driller &amp; battery pack - unfortunately minus drill bit. Julian in caving gear for 1/2 hour in searing heat before this was discovered. Ha Ha! So me &amp; Scout went on our own, with another fine intention of bolting and rigging Kate's new pitch. This objective was soon turned on its head after the f*****g screw of the f*****g bolt driver dropped off down the pitch with only managing 3/4 of the first spit! So we then had a small look round, found an interesting looking streamway beyond the boulders to the left of the pitch we didn't bolt. That's about it, so we buggered off out, tedious prussik out with my harness rubbing in an uncomfortable place. Wot a waste of a trip! <br /><br />
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<div class="trippeople">Nick Proctor, <u>Anthony Day</u>, </div> <div class="trippeople">Nick Proctor, <u>Anthony Day</u>, </div>
<div class="triptitle">Main entrance, pushing hole off Stomping</div> <div class="triptitle">Main entrance, pushing hole off Stomping</div>
Plan was to push pitch found by Nick &amp; Paul on dinner day which Nick thought was probably not a goer, and then survey out... Except by the time I arrived, Nick had found another ~20m pitch. This quickly led (via some typical expo rigging) to another ~20m pitch rigged off a stonking natural. This in turn led to an eyehole onto a 20m pitch into a largish chamber. A narrow rift off joins a rift at right angles to it with a stream in the bottom. Upstream leads to a small chamber with a desperate looking 8m climb up a waterfall, downstream leads to a genuinely pretty bit beyond which the rift gets too tight. There is another tube which doubles back on the original entrance rift and continues for some distance (30m ?) until became too tight for us to push today. If there are any remaining leads down here, they're all pretty grim, and this is definitely not the place to be in a thunderstorm. <br /><br /> Plan was to push pitch found by Nick &amp; Paul on dinner day which Nick thought was probably not a goer, and then survey out... Except by the time I arrived, Nick had found another ~20m pitch. This quickly led (via some typical expo rigging) to another ~20m pitch rigged off a stonking natural. This in turn led to an eyehole onto a 20m pitch into a largish chamber. A narrow rift off joins a rift at right angles to it with a stream in the bottom. Upstream leads to a small chamber with a desperate looking 8m climb up a waterfall, downstream leads to a genuinely pretty bit beyond which the rift gets too tight. There is another tube which doubles back on the original entrance rift and continues for some distance (30m ?) until became too tight for us to push today. If there are any remaining leads down here, they're all pretty grim, and this is definitely not the place to be in a thunderstorm. <br /><br />
Happy with our day's work, we pissed off out. On the second pitch on the way out, there was a serious case of BELOW. Twice. Yours truly only got hit once though, as he cowered at the bottom. Shortly after, there was a reassuring call of "It's OK now.... Part of the natural we rigged the pitch off fell off." Apparently Nick got to within 5m of the pitch head when bits of it started raining on him. By the time I made it to the top of the pitch (prussiking very carefully), Nick was hanging onto the natural apparently holding it in place. Next time we intend to twat it with a hammer until we're sure it's safe &amp; put another bolt in. <br /><br /> Happy with our day's work, we pissed off out. On the second pitch on the way out, there was a serious case of BELOW. Twice. Yours truly only got hit once though, as he cowered at the bottom. Shortly after, there was a reassuring call of "It's OK now.... Part of the natural we rigged the pitch off fell off." Apparently Nick got to within 5m of the pitch head when bits of it started raining on him. By the time I made it to the top of the pitch (prussiking very carefully), Nick was hanging onto the natural apparently holding it in place. Next time we intend to twat it with a hammer until we're sure it's safe &amp; put another bolt in. <br /><br />
Thereafter, we exited without incident, apart from me having a miserable time at three of the tight bits. I suppose we'll have to survey it now (hooray...) <br /><br /> Thereafter, we exited without incident, apart from me having a miserable time at three of the tight bits. I suppose we'll have to survey it now (hooray...) <br /><br />
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<div class="tripdate" id="1995_s25">1995-07-22</div> <div class="tripdate" id="1995-07-22b">1995-07-22</div>
<div class="trippeople">Steve Bellhouse, <u>Julian Haines</u>, Duncan Collis, Kate Janossy, </div> <div class="trippeople">Steve Bellhouse, Duncan Collis, <u>Julian Haines</u>, Kate Janossy, </div>
<div class="triptitle">161 - France</div> <div class="triptitle">161 - France</div>
Plan was to push, survey, derig Sultan's of Swing (on the assumption that we'd get to the bottom) [me and Steve] whilst Kate and Duncan pushed hole in Hob Nob which Scout and Dave had comprehensively failed to do the previous day. No fuck-ups this time - Steve and I descended with drill, big battery and drill bit that I'd returned to base camp for the previous day. <br /><br /> Plan was to push, survey, derig Sultan's of Swing (on the assumption that we'd get to the bottom) [me and Steve] whilst Kate and Duncan pushed hole in Hob Nob which Scout and Dave had comprehensively failed to do the previous day. No fuck-ups this time - Steve and I descended with drill, big battery and drill bit that I'd returned to base camp for the previous day. <br /><br />
For those who are not aware, drill bolting is the dogs bollocks. I placed 6 bolts (including an awkward ledge traverse over an awful lot of not alot) in around 3 hours. Then the shaft ran out. Why is it that a shaft of 50m+ depth and about 6-7m diameter just stops in a pile of rubble with two poxy sumps about 1/2m in diameter? So as predicted we surveyed and derigged. <br /><br /> For those who are not aware, drill bolting is the dogs bollocks. I placed 6 bolts (including an awkward ledge traverse over an awful lot of not alot) in around 3 hours. Then the shaft ran out. Why is it that a shaft of 50m+ depth and about 6-7m diameter just stops in a pile of rubble with two poxy sumps about 1/2m in diameter? So as predicted we surveyed and derigged. <br /><br />
Met Duncan in Algeria who said Kate had already left because we were an hour or so overdue. Not sure what Kate + Duncan actually did, but Duncan's light was by now pathetic, so it seemed like a good time for a hasty exit. <br /><br /> Met Duncan in Algeria who said Kate had already left because we were an hour or so overdue. Not sure what Kate + Duncan actually did, but Duncan's light was by now pathetic, so it seemed like a good time for a hasty exit. <br /><br />
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<div class="tripdate" id="1995_s26">1995-07-22</div> <div class="tripdate" id="1995-07-22c">1995-07-22</div>
<div class="trippeople"><u>Kate Janossy</u>, Duncan Collis, </div> <div class="trippeople"><u>Kate Janossy</u>, Duncan Collis, </div>
<div class="triptitle">161 - Hole in floor in Hob Nob Passage (Piss Pot)</div> <div class="triptitle">161 - Hole in floor in Hob Nob Passage (Piss Pot)</div>
Put 2 bolts in - tedium, then went down rift which is a bit tight at the top. Dropped into a train tunnel - hoorah! But unfortunately goes like British Rail on a strike day ie not (well about 50m each way) Only lead is a small light water washed rift with the sound of rushing water at the end but it was too small for me. Back out again with comedy 'tector placements, deviation off lumps of mud, random lumps of mud trying to hit Dunc &amp; eventually ignoring rubs altogether - quality rigging. <br /><br /> Put 2 bolts in - tedium, then went down rift which is a bit tight at the top. Dropped into a train tunnel - hoorah! But unfortunately goes like British Rail on a strike day ie not (well about 50m each way) Only lead is a small light water washed rift with the sound of rushing water at the end but it was too small for me. Back out again with comedy 'tector placements, deviation off lumps of mud, random lumps of mud trying to hit Dunc &amp; eventually ignoring rubs altogether - quality rigging. <br /><br />
* Dunc has already written this up. Whoops. * <br /><br /> * Dunc has already written this up. Whoops. * <br /><br />
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<div class="tripdate" id="1995_s22">1995-07-23</div> <div class="tripdate" id="1995-07-23a">1995-07-23</div>
<div class="trippeople"><u>Wookey</u>, Andrew Atkinson, </div> <div class="trippeople"><u>Wookey</u>, Andrew Atkinson, </div>
<div class="triptitle">Journey to Austria</div> <div class="triptitle">Journey to Austria</div>
Pretty straightforward journey. Got 6pm ferry on Saturday ie not 4.30 in the morning as usual. This means you get empty roads all the way till next morning around about Stuttgart. <br /><br /> Pretty straightforward journey. Got 6pm ferry on Saturday ie not 4.30 in the morning as usual. This means you get empty roads all the way till next morning around about Stuttgart. <br /><br />
Went to visit the Grabstatten cavers in their hut near Ulm. They gave us a map of Schwabenschacht, and Thilo Mu:ller said that the guy from the Nurnberg cavers had sent Mike Martin stuff about Stellerweg &amp; Eishohle about 7 years ago (when it was all finished). Did this ever arrive? If so where did it go? <br /><br /> Went to visit the Grabstatten cavers in their hut near Ulm. They gave us a map of Schwabenschacht, and Thilo Mu:ller said that the guy from the Nurnberg cavers had sent Mike Martin stuff about Stellerweg &amp; Eishohle about 7 years ago (when it was all finished). Did this ever arrive? If so where did it go? <br /><br />
After brekky &amp; 2 cups strong coffee drove rest of way to Hilda's with little incident. After brekky &amp; 2 cups strong coffee drove rest of way to Hilda's with little incident.
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<div class="tripdate" id="1995_s27">1995-07-23</div> <div class="tripdate" id="1995-07-23b">1995-07-23</div>
<div class="trippeople"><u>Julian Haines</u>, Dave Collins, Andrew Atkinson, </div> <div class="trippeople"><u>Julian Haines</u>, Andrew Atkinson, Dave Collins, </div>
<div class="triptitle">161 - France - Black Suspender</div> <div class="triptitle">161 - France - Black Suspender</div>
Holes in floor of Algeria Dave (other), Kate<br /> Rift in floor nr Hobnob passage AndyA, Steve<br /> (Piss Pot) <br /><br /> Holes in floor of Algeria Dave (other), Kate<br /> Rift in floor nr Hobnob passage AndyA, Steve<br /> (Piss Pot) <br /><br />
I only know what I did and a bit about other things, so other people will have to fill in the gaps. I left the surface and headed for Black Suspender. On arrival at the ledge part way down Sultans of Swing it occurred to me to have a proper look at the hole in the wall. After traversing over the top of the lower bits of Sultans and climbing over a pile of choss I eventually found a hole through to what appear to be a ledge surrounding a pitch. Since this was a bit awkward and I was on my own, I noted this and decided to look again next time - it was probably only a higher bit of Sultans anyway. <br /><br /> I only know what I did and a bit about other things, so other people will have to fill in the gaps. I left the surface and headed for Black Suspender. On arrival at the ledge part way down Sultans of Swing it occurred to me to have a proper look at the hole in the wall. After traversing over the top of the lower bits of Sultans and climbing over a pile of choss I eventually found a hole through to what appear to be a ledge surrounding a pitch. Since this was a bit awkward and I was on my own, I noted this and decided to look again next time - it was probably only a higher bit of Sultans anyway. <br /><br />
After collecting rope, drill, battery, hangers and all the other shit I headed for Black Suspender. Where the hell is Dave [Scout], I thought? So I put in some bolts [easy bolting with drill] and some more bolts and eventually Dave arrived. Eventually got along the left hand wall of the pitch, out to a flake from which there appeared to be a good hang. Weeeeee.... all the way to the bottom. Oh what a surprise this one doesn't go either. At that point AndyA turned up, so Scout headed off to fins Kate &amp; co., with the drill shit, whilst Andy and I surveyed and derigged Black Suspender. <br /><br /> After collecting rope, drill, battery, hangers and all the other shit I headed for Black Suspender. Where the hell is Dave [Scout], I thought? So I put in some bolts [easy bolting with drill] and some more bolts and eventually Dave arrived. Eventually got along the left hand wall of the pitch, out to a flake from which there appeared to be a good hang. Weeeeee.... all the way to the bottom. Oh what a surprise this one doesn't go either. At that point AndyA turned up, so Scout headed off to fins Kate &amp; co., with the drill shit, whilst Andy and I surveyed and derigged Black Suspender. <br /><br />
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We surveyed the passage which Kate &amp; Dunc found earlier. A nice passage which looks like it ought to go a long way but unfortunately doesn't. I pushed the tight rift at the end a short way (but further than the puddle) then decided it was too tight, but someone keen and with no string kit could go and have another look some time. <table><tr><td>TU</td><td>Julian 10 hours</td></tr> <tr><td></td><td>Scout 9</td></tr> <tr><td></td><td>Dave 8</td></tr> <tr><td></td><td>Kate 8</td></tr> <tr><td></td><td>Andrew Atkinson 10 1/2</td></tr> <tr><td></td><td>Steve 9</td></tr> </table> <br /><br /> We surveyed the passage which Kate &amp; Dunc found earlier. A nice passage which looks like it ought to go a long way but unfortunately doesn't. I pushed the tight rift at the end a short way (but further than the puddle) then decided it was too tight, but someone keen and with no string kit could go and have another look some time. <table><tr><td>TU</td><td>Julian 10 hours</td></tr> <tr><td></td><td>Scout 9</td></tr> <tr><td></td><td>Dave 8</td></tr> <tr><td></td><td>Kate 8</td></tr> <tr><td></td><td>Andrew Atkinson 10 1/2</td></tr> <tr><td></td><td>Steve 9</td></tr> </table> <br /><br />
Previous France Trips: <a href="#id1995-161-16">Sultans</a> / <a href="#id1995-161-15a">Piss Pot</a><br /> Next trips: Previous France Trips: <a href="#id1995-161-16">Sultans</a> / <a href="#id1995-161-15a">Piss Pot</a><br /> Next trips:
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<div class="tripdate" id="1995_s23">1995-07-24</div> <div class="tripdate" id="1995-07-24a">1995-07-24</div>
<div class="trippeople"><u>Nick Proctor</u>, Anthony Day, </div> <div class="trippeople"><u>Nick Proctor</u>, Anthony Day, </div>
<div class="triptitle">Main Entrance, Pushing 'Doubting Thomas' Series &amp; Surveying</div> <div class="triptitle">Main Entrance, Pushing 'Doubting Thomas' Series &amp; Surveying</div>
Managed to drag Anthony back down to Stomping, with the intention to survey in (&amp; derig) to the bottom of the bits we had pushed 2 days before. I dashed down &amp; derigged a rope I'd thrown down another hole in Dreaming of Limo, then we set off. Usual surveying - ie a pile of shite in lovely tight rifts &amp; sloping pitches, with some wonderful 'plumbs'. Anthony attempted to jack by having a shit carbide &amp; throwing the pencil away; unfortunately he had a spare (pencil, not carbide). Got down to the scene of much entertainment last trip - the 'stonking' natural. Couldn't be arsed to put another bolt in, so we hit the natural a bit. Crunble. Found another natural. Hit that one. Shatter. Eventually decided that the first one was now sound, so off we went. Got down to the bottom. Surveyed some more shitty rift &amp; then the pencil ran out of lead. Grade 1 survey here we come. Pottered out &amp; derigged. 2 tacklesacks through Stomping is shit. In a fit of keenness we derigged the climb up into Stomping &amp; the handline into Vestabule, so no-one need go there ever again. Anthony's light died at the top of Snot, but that's another rant... Managed to drag Anthony back down to Stomping, with the intention to survey in (&amp; derig) to the bottom of the bits we had pushed 2 days before. I dashed down &amp; derigged a rope I'd thrown down another hole in Dreaming of Limo, then we set off. Usual surveying - ie a pile of shite in lovely tight rifts &amp; sloping pitches, with some wonderful 'plumbs'. Anthony attempted to jack by having a shit carbide &amp; throwing the pencil away; unfortunately he had a spare (pencil, not carbide). Got down to the scene of much entertainment last trip - the 'stonking' natural. Couldn't be arsed to put another bolt in, so we hit the natural a bit. Crunble. Found another natural. Hit that one. Shatter. Eventually decided that the first one was now sound, so off we went. Got down to the bottom. Surveyed some more shitty rift &amp; then the pencil ran out of lead. Grade 1 survey here we come. Pottered out &amp; derigged. 2 tacklesacks through Stomping is shit. In a fit of keenness we derigged the climb up into Stomping &amp; the handline into Vestabule, so no-one need go there ever again. Anthony's light died at the top of Snot, but that's another rant...
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<div class="tripdate" id="1995_s24">1995-07-25</div> <div class="tripdate" id="1995-07-25a">1995-07-25</div>
<div class="trippeople"><u>Andy Waddington</u>, </div> <div class="trippeople"><u>Andy Waddington</u>, </div>
<div class="triptitle">Journey out</div> <div class="triptitle">Journey out</div>
AndyW arrives after an incident-free 1138 mile solo drive taking 24 hours and 2 minutes. Had enough of big trucks on Bavarian hills and tick done the back roads of Dachau so decided to miss out Munich &amp; Salzburg entirely. Hence did Mannheim-Heilbronn-N&uuml;rnberg-Passau and into Austria from north. Some thrutchy driving Reid-V&ouml;klabruck-Gmunden-Bad Ischl and back onto auto-pilot to Hilde's. T/U a couple of minutes in tunnels... AndyW arrives after an incident-free 1138 mile solo drive taking 24 hours and 2 minutes. Had enough of big trucks on Bavarian hills and tick done the back roads of Dachau so decided to miss out Munich &amp; Salzburg entirely. Hence did Mannheim-Heilbronn-N&uuml;rnberg-Passau and into Austria from north. Some thrutchy driving Reid-V&ouml;klabruck-Gmunden-Bad Ischl and back onto auto-pilot to Hilde's. T/U a couple of minutes in tunnels...
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<div class="tripdate" id="1995_s33">1995-07-25</div> <div class="tripdate" id="1995-07-25b">1995-07-25</div>
<div class="trippeople"><u>Wookey</u>, Andrew Atkinson, </div> <div class="trippeople"><u>Wookey</u>, Andrew Atkinson, </div>
<div class="triptitle">161 - Entrance a</div> <div class="triptitle">161 - Entrance a</div>
Trundled down, intending to go to check out QM above Bungalow. Got sidetracked: <br /><br /> Trundled down, intending to go to check out QM above Bungalow. Got sidetracked: <br /><br />
1) Checked holes in floor where dewdrop meets Left Hand route. Hole closest to dewdrop can be descended 4m to 10-12m pitch. Nearby (larger) hole joins to same spot but connection is nastily[???] small. Probably goes into complicated area of garden party. <br /><br /> 1) Checked holes in floor where dewdrop meets Left Hand route. Hole closest to dewdrop can be descended 4m to 10-12m pitch. Nearby (larger) hole joins to same spot but connection is nastily[???] small. Probably goes into complicated area of garden party. <br /><br />
2) Walked round corner to rift beyond G.P. traverse. Andy shinned up RH wall into passage above which looks out over squeeze pitch &amp; then goes right (along rift). 5m gets to a pitch - looks choked but not yet checked. <br /><br /> 2) Walked round corner to rift beyond G.P. traverse. Andy shinned up RH wall into passage above which looks out over squeeze pitch &amp; then goes right (along rift). 5m gets to a pitch - looks choked but not yet checked. <br /><br />
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Looked out at huge space above Boulder Alley. Then popped down passage &amp; Wook did traverse across big drop. Very windy. Pretties beyond! Care required to avoid. 10m beyond is climb through window to 18m pitch, at bottom is crap rifty bit to totally huge rift pitch - at least 60m - probably 80, but hard to get a clean rock throw. <br /><br /> Looked out at huge space above Boulder Alley. Then popped down passage &amp; Wook did traverse across big drop. Very windy. Pretties beyond! Care required to avoid. 10m beyond is climb through window to 18m pitch, at bottom is crap rifty bit to totally huge rift pitch - at least 60m - probably 80, but hard to get a clean rock throw. <br /><br />
[Grade I survey sketch (plan) of section described above - "Semidetached"] [Grade I survey sketch (plan) of section described above - "Semidetached"]
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<div class="tripdate" id="1995_s28">1995-07-26</div> <div class="tripdate" id="1995-07-26a">1995-07-26</div>
<div class="trippeople">Andrew Atkinson, <u>Julian Haines</u>, Wookey, </div> <div class="trippeople">Andrew Atkinson, Wookey, <u>Julian Haines</u>, </div>
<div class="triptitle">161 - France</div> <div class="triptitle">161 - France</div>
2 days after the first trip to Death's Door II / Stairway to Hell it was clear that we were imagining the appalling level of squalor that lay beyond and so it was time for a second attempt. This time the intention was to push/survey the new lead. <br /><br /> 2 days after the first trip to Death's Door II / Stairway to Hell it was clear that we were imagining the appalling level of squalor that lay beyond and so it was time for a second attempt. This time the intention was to push/survey the new lead. <br /><br />
Several diversions occurred on the way down. Firstly I returned to have a look at the hole on the ledge at the start of the traverse into Mississippi. After a bit of thrutching it was obvious that I wasn't about to emerge in Sultans of Swing, confirmed by the rope hanging above my head. "Oh bloody hell it's Algeria again". And so I'd found the "walking" route from Algeria to the Mississippi series. Then we continued along Mississippi Mud Pie, to beyond Hob-Nob passage, up a 2m climb to an alternative route into the rift that eventually forms Rich Tea. There is a ledge on the right hand wall, not quite wide enough to stand comfortably on, which it appears may well lead to at least a small-ish chamber with potential ways on. We didn't rig it, but it would be an easy job with the drill - about 1/2 hour. <br /><br /> Several diversions occurred on the way down. Firstly I returned to have a look at the hole on the ledge at the start of the traverse into Mississippi. After a bit of thrutching it was obvious that I wasn't about to emerge in Sultans of Swing, confirmed by the rope hanging above my head. "Oh bloody hell it's Algeria again". And so I'd found the "walking" route from Algeria to the Mississippi series. Then we continued along Mississippi Mud Pie, to beyond Hob-Nob passage, up a 2m climb to an alternative route into the rift that eventually forms Rich Tea. There is a ledge on the right hand wall, not quite wide enough to stand comfortably on, which it appears may well lead to at least a small-ish chamber with potential ways on. We didn't rig it, but it would be an easy job with the drill - about 1/2 hour. <br /><br />
Next job, Death's Door! All 3 of us carefully climbed up through the boulder choke, carefully avoiding the small perched rock which held up a wall of choss, to emerge unscathed in a largish chamber (approx 8m x 5m x 4m high). This had a muddy climb up about 45deg heading roughly NW at one end. Just as Andy + Wookey had started to explore at the top end of this, there was a rumble from below. A short debate followed as to whether to get out quick before the whole bloody lot fell in, or to explore anyway since we'd now done the worst bit. The latter won and so a short while later Andy and Wookey reappeared having found a few hundred metres of hading rift running roughly NE-SW. <br /><br /> Next job, Death's Door! All 3 of us carefully climbed up through the boulder choke, carefully avoiding the small perched rock which held up a wall of choss, to emerge unscathed in a largish chamber (approx 8m x 5m x 4m high). This had a muddy climb up about 45deg heading roughly NW at one end. Just as Andy + Wookey had started to explore at the top end of this, there was a rumble from below. A short debate followed as to whether to get out quick before the whole bloody lot fell in, or to explore anyway since we'd now done the worst bit. The latter won and so a short while later Andy and Wookey reappeared having found a few hundred metres of hading rift running roughly NE-SW. <br /><br />
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Since there was all this hading rift above the boulder choke, it seemed likely that it would cross Rocky Horror, since this was only slightly lower and in the right direction. So, we started looked around in the walls. Part way back, at the junction with Fudge Brownie where there is a complex arrangement of shafts/choss/pillars/chamber we found not only an undescended pitch (p15?) but also several small side passages. One of these had what was for me a tight squeeze at the end, but then opened into moderate sized passage. <br /><br /> Since there was all this hading rift above the boulder choke, it seemed likely that it would cross Rocky Horror, since this was only slightly lower and in the right direction. So, we started looked around in the walls. Part way back, at the junction with Fudge Brownie where there is a complex arrangement of shafts/choss/pillars/chamber we found not only an undescended pitch (p15?) but also several small side passages. One of these had what was for me a tight squeeze at the end, but then opened into moderate sized passage. <br /><br />
After a bit more caving Wookey found a short climb up (c.3m) into much larger passage. Following this eventually led to a virtually straight passage with mostly sand/mud floor of width around 10m and height up to 6/7m. After walking along this for about 200m (ish) we came to a wet shaft. Lights filled promptly went out, so it was time to exit. Enormous amount of cave found. No idea how many leads. Guessed roughly E-W direction of main passage on way out. Well worth many more trips. After a bit more caving Wookey found a short climb up (c.3m) into much larger passage. Following this eventually led to a virtually straight passage with mostly sand/mud floor of width around 10m and height up to 6/7m. After walking along this for about 200m (ish) we came to a wet shaft. Lights filled promptly went out, so it was time to exit. Enormous amount of cave found. No idea how many leads. Guessed roughly E-W direction of main passage on way out. Well worth many more trips.
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<div class="tripdate" id="1995_s30">1995-07-26</div> <div class="tripdate" id="1995-07-26b">1995-07-26</div>
<div class="trippeople"><u>Nick Proctor</u>, Duncan Collis, </div> <div class="trippeople"><u>Nick Proctor</u>, Duncan Collis, </div>
<div class="triptitle">161 - Gob, pushing lead over Alexander Technique</div> <div class="triptitle">161 - Gob, pushing lead over Alexander Technique</div>
Whilst everyone else was enjoying themselves down France, I managed to persuade Duncan that he wanted to come with me to Gob. Pottered down, collecting gear from Over the Rainbow. Duncan was suitably impressed by Knossos &amp; YAPATE. Wish You Were Here was grim (and wet) as usual, then to Final Cut. Bash the tackle sack through &amp; follow it. Then Duncan says 'Nick... I don't think I'll fit through' After 15 minutes of grunting &amp; panting, this is proved to be true. Sigh. Dump the gear and head out. I manage to set fire to my carbide tube getting off Final Cut. Then we gently wandered out. Whilst everyone else was enjoying themselves down France, I managed to persuade Duncan that he wanted to come with me to Gob. Pottered down, collecting gear from Over the Rainbow. Duncan was suitably impressed by Knossos &amp; YAPATE. Wish You Were Here was grim (and wet) as usual, then to Final Cut. Bash the tackle sack through &amp; follow it. Then Duncan says 'Nick... I don't think I'll fit through' After 15 minutes of grunting &amp; panting, this is proved to be true. Sigh. Dump the gear and head out. I manage to set fire to my carbide tube getting off Final Cut. Then we gently wandered out.
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<div class="tripdate" id="1995_s32">1995-07-26</div> <div class="tripdate" id="1995-07-26c">1995-07-26</div>
<div class="trippeople"><u>Dave Collins</u>, Anthony Day, </div> <div class="trippeople"><u>Dave Collins</u>, Anthony Day, </div>
<div class="triptitle">161 - France, surveying Regurgitation (Goulash)</div> <div class="triptitle">161 - France, surveying Regurgitation (Goulash)</div>
Kate was slack _again!_ She farmed off some of her surveying to the "mugs" prepared to do it for her. Abseiled to Mississippi, Anthony forgot the rope for the pitch into regurgitation &amp; so prussiked to Algeria. Spent ages waiting for Anthony to fettle carbide &amp; fix rope. Eventually surveyed "Regurgitation". Well at least part of it until the compass &amp; clino fogged. Pulled rope out of Mohr im Hemd - went the wrong way for a bit. On the surface got changed &amp; saw Julian + co &amp; heard tales of "motorway" cave. <br /><br /> Kate was slack _again!_ She farmed off some of her surveying to the "mugs" prepared to do it for her. Abseiled to Mississippi, Anthony forgot the rope for the pitch into regurgitation &amp; so prussiked to Algeria. Spent ages waiting for Anthony to fettle carbide &amp; fix rope. Eventually surveyed "Regurgitation". Well at least part of it until the compass &amp; clino fogged. Pulled rope out of Mohr im Hemd - went the wrong way for a bit. On the surface got changed &amp; saw Julian + co &amp; heard tales of "motorway" cave. <br /><br />
Previous France Trips: <a href="#id1995-161-17">Black Suspender</a> / <a href="#id1995-161-18">Algeria</a> / <a href="#id1995-161-19">Piss Pot</a><br /> Previous France Trips: <a href="#id1995-161-17">Black Suspender</a> / <a href="#id1995-161-18">Algeria</a> / <a href="#id1995-161-19">Piss Pot</a><br />
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<div class="trippeople"><u>Kate Janossy</u>, </div> <div class="trippeople"><u>Kate Janossy</u>, </div>
<div class="triptitle"> Plateau - Prospecting nr France </div> <div class="triptitle">192 - Prospecting nr France</div>
After a very nice day sitting around not caving (highly recommended), I decided to do something useful (???). Went to France + found the others just emerging. (Balazs was cold but impressed + Andy ranted loudly at Scout). After some time I found the totally unobvious hole James + I had found previously + chucked a ladder down. Then found a fairly rusty spit near the top. I went down the ladder which didn't reach the bottom (bum), swung around lots. Decided it probably doesn't go but I can't be sure. Climbing long ladders clipping cows tails in for safety is tedious + shit. Ropes are much better. Failed to find the cave with a - on which James + I found before. Instead found a draughting horizontal entrance a bit below France which has snow in leading to a pitch in a big rift. Didn't go in - too scary. Didn't draw any pictures either because it was about to get dark. After a very nice day sitting around not caving (highly recommended), I decided to do something useful (???). Went to France + found the others just emerging. (Balazs was cold but impressed + Andy ranted loudly at Scout). After some time I found the totally unobvious hole James + I had found previously + chucked a ladder down. Then found a fairly rusty spit near the top. I went down the ladder which didn't reach the bottom (bum), swung around lots. Decided it probably doesn't go but I can't be sure. Climbing long ladders clipping cows tails in for safety is tedious + shit. Ropes are much better. Failed to find the cave with a - on which James + I found before. Instead found a draughting horizontal entrance a bit below France which has snow in leading to a pitch in a big rift. Didn't go in - too scary. Didn't draw any pictures either because it was about to get dark.
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<div class="tripdate" id="1995_s29">1995-07-27</div> <div class="tripdate" id="1995-07-27a">1995-07-27</div>
<div class="trippeople"><u>Andy Waddington</u>, </div> <div class="trippeople"><u>Andy Waddington</u>, </div>
<div class="triptitle">Plateau</div> <div class="triptitle">Plateau</div>
AndyW carried gear up to Top Camp then moseyed around a little. Repainted numbers on 100 and B8 before paint ran out, drat! Both these numbers were last "refreshed" in 1993. Moral:- Ford 'Signal Orange' retouch paint is crap and fades or chips in c3 years. The original (1976) B8 number is still visible - but obscure. Chatted to Kate and Balazs at Top Camp, then had yet another search for B6, B5, B3... No luck. Cycled down in 11:28 - slow owing to new road surface being greasy and bumpy at the bottom. Rain started just on last bit. Pissing down by Base Camp. T/U nil. AndyW carried gear up to Top Camp then moseyed around a little. Repainted numbers on 100 and B8 before paint ran out, drat! Both these numbers were last "refreshed" in 1993. Moral:- Ford 'Signal Orange' retouch paint is crap and fades or chips in c3 years. The original (1976) B8 number is still visible - but obscure. Chatted to Kate and Balazs at Top Camp, then had yet another search for B6, B5, B3... No luck. Cycled down in 11:28 - slow owing to new road surface being greasy and bumpy at the bottom. Rain started just on last bit. Pissing down by Base Camp. T/U nil.
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<div class="tripdate" id="1995_s31">1995-07-27</div> <div class="tripdate" id="1995-07-27b">1995-07-27</div>
<div class="trippeople"><u>Nick Proctor</u>, Dave Collins, </div> <div class="trippeople"><u>Nick Proctor</u>, Dave Collins, </div>
<div class="triptitle">161 - Gob (again)</div> <div class="triptitle">161 - Gob (again)</div>
Found a thinner mug to accompany me on my last trip for this Expo. Intention was to push, survey &amp; derig as much of the cave as possible. Whizzed down in under 2 hours. Whopped a bolt in at the top of the next pitch. Down we go. Shit, in the water. Go down further - still in the water. Shit. Get to the bottom (20m and a bit of a climb). Follow the water around a rib &amp; find a narrow pitch head. Chuck a rock down. Wait. Bang, wait, wait, BOOM. Hmm, that'll go then. By this time I'm soaked &amp; very cold, so head back up to Dave. Time to get out &amp; get warm. (This pitch can be rigged out of the water, but a traverse is required. Probably a job for the drill). Back to Final Cut. Dave goes first. Skinny cavers win. Then the tackle sack, with Dave hauling. Of course it gets stuck. 'Let it back down again Dave, &amp; I'll come up and have a go' says I. Dave has by this time taken the tackle sack off the rope, so lets go. Gravity rears its ugly head again &amp; the tackle sack ends up at the bottom of the pitch, some 10m below me. How nice, some extra prussiking to warm me up. Through the slot &amp; its my turn at tackle sack hauling. Some brute force &amp; ignorance later we have success &amp; off we go again, derigging merrily. Slog up to the bottom of Poxy, with 3 tacklesacks and no energy. Carry on out with no tacklesacks and no energy (one made it as far as Snot!) No more caving. Hooray! <br /><br /> Found a thinner mug to accompany me on my last trip for this Expo. Intention was to push, survey &amp; derig as much of the cave as possible. Whizzed down in under 2 hours. Whopped a bolt in at the top of the next pitch. Down we go. Shit, in the water. Go down further - still in the water. Shit. Get to the bottom (20m and a bit of a climb). Follow the water around a rib &amp; find a narrow pitch head. Chuck a rock down. Wait. Bang, wait, wait, BOOM. Hmm, that'll go then. By this time I'm soaked &amp; very cold, so head back up to Dave. Time to get out &amp; get warm. (This pitch can be rigged out of the water, but a traverse is required. Probably a job for the drill). Back to Final Cut. Dave goes first. Skinny cavers win. Then the tackle sack, with Dave hauling. Of course it gets stuck. 'Let it back down again Dave, &amp; I'll come up and have a go' says I. Dave has by this time taken the tackle sack off the rope, so lets go. Gravity rears its ugly head again &amp; the tackle sack ends up at the bottom of the pitch, some 10m below me. How nice, some extra prussiking to warm me up. Through the slot &amp; its my turn at tackle sack hauling. Some brute force &amp; ignorance later we have success &amp; off we go again, derigging merrily. Slog up to the bottom of Poxy, with 3 tacklesacks and no energy. Carry on out with no tacklesacks and no energy (one made it as far as Snot!) No more caving. Hooray! <br /><br />
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<div class="tripdate" id="1995_s34">1995-07-27</div> <div class="tripdate" id="1995-07-27c">1995-07-27</div>
<div class="trippeople"><u>Wookey</u>, Anthony Day, Duncan Collis, Andrew Atkinson, Dave Collins, Steve Bellhouse, </div> <div class="trippeople"><u>Wookey</u>, Duncan Collis, Dave Collins, Anthony Day, Andrew Atkinson, Steve Bellhouse, </div>
<div class="triptitle">161 - Surveying Triassic Park &amp; Photos</div> <div class="triptitle">161 - Surveying Triassic Park &amp; Photos</div>
Trundled down to survey all the new stuff &amp; photo it. Andy, Scout &amp; Steve did photos, the rest surveyed. Tedious but effective. Just did main route through. Swapped bodies in Staud'nwirt Palace. Andy, Wook &amp; Scout continued, surveying up huge passages with QMs everywhere. <br /><br /> Trundled down to survey all the new stuff &amp; photo it. Andy, Scout &amp; Steve did photos, the rest surveyed. Tedious but effective. Just did main route through. Swapped bodies in Staud'nwirt Palace. Andy, Wook &amp; Scout continued, surveying up huge passages with QMs everywhere. <br /><br />
Finished just past watering hole. <br /><br /> Finished just past watering hole. <br /><br />
Tight bit is Brownie's Cunt, windy bit is Zombie Slime, big chamber: Staud'nwirt Palace, White passage is Salt Lake City, then the guillotine &amp; finally Triassic Park. 11 &frac12; (Wook, Andy, Scout) Tight bit is Brownie's Cunt, windy bit is Zombie Slime, big chamber: Staud'nwirt Palace, White passage is Salt Lake City, then the guillotine &amp; finally Triassic Park. 11 &frac12; (Wook, Andy, Scout)
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<div class="tripdate" id="1995_s36">1995-07-27</div> <div class="tripdate" id="1995-07-27d">1995-07-27</div>
<div class="trippeople"><u>Kate Janossy</u>, Balazs Izapy, </div> <div class="trippeople"><u>Kate Janossy</u>, Balazs Izapy, </div>
<div class="triptitle">Plateau - Prospecting on big white patch of limestone below Hinter</div> <div class="triptitle">Plateau - Prospecting on big white patch of limestone below Hinter</div>
Bal&aacute;zs wanted to go prospecting &amp; taking photos. Oh dear what a shame - another excuse not to go caving. It is far away + v. hot. We found some big holes. After putting a ladder down into a shallow rift, we decided to free climb it instead and put the ladder down a grim tight rift where water goes which was shit on a ladder in shorts &amp; doesn't go. Then a huge boulder fell off when Balazs stood on it &amp; they fell ~6 foot into snow. He was just bruised &amp; v lucky. Unsurprisingly he didn't then feel like going into the other hole in that rift. This looked promising so I borrowed his harness rigged the pitch off naturals + went down. Found a spit near the top (again). The rope didn't reach the bottom AGAIN! rant! Looks like it doesn't go though. Interesting moment when my dodgy deviation went PING &amp; a bit of cack came flying down 1 foot from my totally unprotected head. Fortunately the deviation stayed put. After that we found another _big_ hole with a really shit spit in the top. Didn't go down due to lack of decent naturals, bolting gear or bolts. Then we found a draughting horizontal entrance! Unfortunately this also stopped (the draught was due to the fact that it was next to a snow plug). More chucking rocks down holes, then we went back to top camp via France which was hot, shit + took too long. We don't appear to have found another way into the Far End yet, strangely enough. Bal&aacute;zs wanted to go prospecting &amp; taking photos. Oh dear what a shame - another excuse not to go caving. It is far away + v. hot. We found some big holes. After putting a ladder down into a shallow rift, we decided to free climb it instead and put the ladder down a grim tight rift where water goes which was shit on a ladder in shorts &amp; doesn't go. Then a huge boulder fell off when Balazs stood on it &amp; they fell ~6 foot into snow. He was just bruised &amp; v lucky. Unsurprisingly he didn't then feel like going into the other hole in that rift. This looked promising so I borrowed his harness rigged the pitch off naturals + went down. Found a spit near the top (again). The rope didn't reach the bottom AGAIN! rant! Looks like it doesn't go though. Interesting moment when my dodgy deviation went PING &amp; a bit of cack came flying down 1 foot from my totally unprotected head. Fortunately the deviation stayed put. After that we found another _big_ hole with a really shit spit in the top. Didn't go down due to lack of decent naturals, bolting gear or bolts. Then we found a draughting horizontal entrance! Unfortunately this also stopped (the draught was due to the fact that it was next to a snow plug). More chucking rocks down holes, then we went back to top camp via France which was hot, shit + took too long. We don't appear to have found another way into the Far End yet, strangely enough.
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<div class="tripdate" id="1995_s37">1995-07-28</div> <div class="tripdate" id="1995-07-28a">1995-07-28</div>
<div class="trippeople"><u>Duncan Collis</u>, Steve Bellhouse, Kate Janossy, </div> <div class="trippeople"><u>Duncan Collis</u>, Kate Janossy, Steve Bellhouse, </div>
<div class="triptitle">161 - Surveying/Pushing Triassic Park etc</div> <div class="triptitle">161 - Surveying/Pushing Triassic Park etc</div>
Continued surveying from where the previous day's team left off. Found a dead moth (this is the second dead moth to be found in this part of the cave). Surveyed up to the pushing front, and then pushed and surveyed some more. Cave just keeps going! We eventually called it a day, and left, taking out the drill battery and some rope from the bottom of Algeria. Continued surveying from where the previous day's team left off. Found a dead moth (this is the second dead moth to be found in this part of the cave). Surveyed up to the pushing front, and then pushed and surveyed some more. Cave just keeps going! We eventually called it a day, and left, taking out the drill battery and some rope from the bottom of Algeria.
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<div class="tripdate" id="1995_s38">1995-07-29</div> <div class="tripdate" id="1995-07-29a">1995-07-29</div>
<div class="trippeople"><u>Andy Waddington</u>, </div> <div class="trippeople"><u>Andy Waddington</u>, </div>
<div class="triptitle">Plateau</div> <div class="triptitle">Plateau</div>
AndyW draws the short straw (Ta, Wooks) and has to be ready at 06:30 hrs to show Sepp &amp; Robert a wide variety of entrances which he has never seen before and which they could therefore have found just as easily themselves... <br /><br /> AndyW draws the short straw (Ta, Wooks) and has to be ready at 06:30 hrs to show Sepp &amp; Robert a wide variety of entrances which he has never seen before and which they could therefore have found just as easily themselves... <br /><br />
Remarkably (given 00:30 crash) we are off by 06:45 and at Top Camp disturbing Wooks &amp; Andy before eight. Tried to sidle off looking for entrances on my own, but Wook soon despatches Sepp &amp; Robert with his line: "Waddington! Want any Austrians? We seem to have a couple spare over here..." So we start at 164, attaching bolt on metal numbers using Hilti drill Sepp has about his person. Next 189, then 190, 171, 172.... 176, 175 (had to go back a bit to find this one). Photos and video also taken. Found Dropped Rucksack Schacht (lost in 1993) and took appropriate bearings. Then tried to find 177, which is unmarked and has no bolts. Might have found it - but how do you tell? There was a "might be a cairn". So painted "177?" in blue on a loose rock, and left. Repainted number on laser point 0/6 at 76 entrance. Back to Top Camp where we decided to jack for the day - 9 hours in the sun was enough! No-one at Top Camp, trailed back to Hildes. <br /><br /> Remarkably (given 00:30 crash) we are off by 06:45 and at Top Camp disturbing Wooks &amp; Andy before eight. Tried to sidle off looking for entrances on my own, but Wook soon despatches Sepp &amp; Robert with his line: "Waddington! Want any Austrians? We seem to have a couple spare over here..." So we start at 164, attaching bolt on metal numbers using Hilti drill Sepp has about his person. Next 189, then 190, 171, 172.... 176, 175 (had to go back a bit to find this one). Photos and video also taken. Found Dropped Rucksack Schacht (lost in 1993) and took appropriate bearings. Then tried to find 177, which is unmarked and has no bolts. Might have found it - but how do you tell? There was a "might be a cairn". So painted "177?" in blue on a loose rock, and left. Repainted number on laser point 0/6 at 76 entrance. Back to Top Camp where we decided to jack for the day - 9 hours in the sun was enough! No-one at Top Camp, trailed back to Hildes. <br /><br />
P.S. 190 involved some very dodgy SRT when first explored. Robert TWC took one look, free climbed in, ticked it off, and climbed nonchalantly out again. T/U 90 secs. <br /><br /> P.S. 190 involved some very dodgy SRT when first explored. Robert TWC took one look, free climbed in, ticked it off, and climbed nonchalantly out again. T/U 90 secs. <br /><br />
''[Editor's note: it wasn't the entrance pitch that involved the dodgy SRT, and upon reflection, the author realises that he freeclimbed in and out of the entrance himself in 1977, when the cave had the 1976 number "B9"!]'' ''[Editor's note: it wasn't the entrance pitch that involved the dodgy SRT, and upon reflection, the author realises that he freeclimbed in and out of the entrance himself in 1977, when the cave had the 1976 number "B9"!]''
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<div class="tripdate" id="1995_s39">1995-07-30</div> <div class="tripdate" id="1995-07-30a">1995-07-30</div>
<div class="trippeople"><u>Wookey</u>, Andy Waddington, </div> <div class="trippeople"><u>Wookey</u>, Andy Waddington, </div>
<div class="triptitle">161 - RH route de-rig + semi-detached survey</div> <div class="triptitle">161 - RH route de-rig + semi-detached survey</div>
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After we had told 'them students' that they were worrying about de-rigging too much &amp; it would be easy, we felt obliged to go and knock of said de-rigging as a side-dish on surveying our new bits down 'main entrance' (as 161a seems now to be referred to). <br /><br /> After we had told 'them students' that they were worrying about de-rigging too much &amp; it would be easy, we felt obliged to go and knock of said de-rigging as a side-dish on surveying our new bits down 'main entrance' (as 161a seems now to be referred to). <br /><br />
Underground by twelve (from base camp). Footled down to semi-detached (bit above bungalow found on our last 161a trip). 1st derigged poxy &amp; bungalow, then spent about 4 hours surveying from top of bungalow, up climb into 'The viewport' &amp; thence down passages of semi-detached to head of huge pitch (later checking on 'puter, suggests that this rift pitch drops in a gap in survey between Olympus &amp; Tower blocks. <br /><br /> Underground by twelve (from base camp). Footled down to semi-detached (bit above bungalow found on our last 161a trip). 1st derigged poxy &amp; bungalow, then spent about 4 hours surveying from top of bungalow, up climb into 'The viewport' &amp; thence down passages of semi-detached to head of huge pitch (later checking on 'puter, suggests that this rift pitch drops in a gap in survey between Olympus &amp; Tower blocks. <br /><br />
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So all this shit was duly hauled up the pitches - 2 of the bags were fucking heavy, and the co-ax exploded all over the place. Many hours later we emerge, just in time for our call-out (10.30pm), reasonably shagged from our exertions. <br /><br /> So all this shit was duly hauled up the pitches - 2 of the bags were fucking heavy, and the co-ax exploded all over the place. Many hours later we emerge, just in time for our call-out (10.30pm), reasonably shagged from our exertions. <br /><br />
[side note] Note: we didn't have enough time to survey 'cowboy caver'. Grade 1 in logbook will have to do for now! [side note] Note: we didn't have enough time to survey 'cowboy caver'. Grade 1 in logbook will have to do for now!
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<div class="tripdate" id="1995_s40">1995-07-31</div> <div class="tripdate" id="1995-07-31a">1995-07-31</div>
<div class="trippeople"><u>Wookey</u>, Andrew Atkinson, </div> <div class="trippeople"><u>Wookey</u>, Andrew Atkinson, </div>
<div class="triptitle">161 - Go to find new entrance</div> <div class="triptitle">161 - Go to find new entrance</div>
The plan was to prod a few of the QMs down T.P, especially on the R.H side, to see if any popped out of the hill. <br /><br /> The plan was to prod a few of the QMs down T.P, especially on the R.H side, to see if any popped out of the hill. <br /><br />
In our optimism we even told the austrians (sepp &amp; robert, who were up checking entrances with wads) that we were going to find 161d today. <br /><br /> In our optimism we even told the austrians (sepp &amp; robert, who were up checking entrances with wads) that we were going to find 161d today. <br /><br />
Despite this outrageous cockiness we were surprisingly successful. <br /><br /> Despite this outrageous cockiness we were surprisingly successful. <br /><br />
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We were finished by 6.30 &amp; decided to 'walk' back to France. The big cliff band above 161d (aka 'scarface') made this pretty exciting. About 20m of this cliff is extremely steep &amp; bunde ridden. <br /><br /> We were finished by 6.30 &amp; decided to 'walk' back to France. The big cliff band above 161d (aka 'scarface') made this pretty exciting. About 20m of this cliff is extremely steep &amp; bunde ridden. <br /><br />
It will be hard to find a safe route. Andy (who crossed into a gully earlier and thus avoided a lot of bunde) got back up (to 161c) in half an hour, thus getting to T.C. just before dark. It will be hard to find a safe route. Andy (who crossed into a gully earlier and thus avoided a lot of bunde) got back up (to 161c) in half an hour, thus getting to T.C. just before dark.
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<div class="trippeople">Andrew Atkinson, <u>Wookey</u>, Steve Bellhouse, </div> <div class="trippeople">Andrew Atkinson, Steve Bellhouse, <u>Wookey</u>, </div>
<div class="triptitle">161 - More 161d &amp; triassic</div> <div class="triptitle">161 - More 161d &amp; triassic</div>
Took Steve in to show him route/entrance &amp; intending to survey another km on end of t.p. [Arranged that team Algeria derig (Anthony, Kate, Duncan) would drop off our SRT gear - still in Algeria - at guillotine]. <br /><br /> Took Steve in to show him route/entrance &amp; intending to survey another km on end of t.p. [Arranged that team Algeria derig (Anthony, Kate, Duncan) would drop off our SRT gear - still in Algeria - at guillotine]. <br /><br />
Tromped down hill from france taking photos for pictorial record. Main gully has many short cliffs &amp; climbs - tedious. When we got to cliff band Andy &amp; steve battled bunde to reverse previous day's ascent route (approx.). Wook tried going to right instead. Wook thrashed through bunde at top of cliff for prob. 100m to right before finally being able to descend via tricky &amp; exposed climb. _Not_ recommended - it was fucking scary &amp; uncomfortable. Andy &amp; steve got onto rising traverses with relative ease but still very dodgy - not what you would call a 'route'. <br /><br /> Tromped down hill from france taking photos for pictorial record. Main gully has many short cliffs &amp; climbs - tedious. When we got to cliff band Andy &amp; steve battled bunde to reverse previous day's ascent route (approx.). Wook tried going to right instead. Wook thrashed through bunde at top of cliff for prob. 100m to right before finally being able to descend via tricky &amp; exposed climb. _Not_ recommended - it was fucking scary &amp; uncomfortable. Andy &amp; steve got onto rising traverses with relative ease but still very dodgy - not what you would call a 'route'. <br /><br />
Big grassy traverse below cliffs is very easy. The gully itself looks OK (?) from bottom but Andy reckons is impossible 15m higher. <br /><br /> Big grassy traverse below cliffs is very easy. The gully itself looks OK (?) from bottom but Andy reckons is impossible 15m higher. <br /><br />
@ -532,15 +550,16 @@ By 6pm we were shagged &amp; zoomed out to play 'find the route' games. (20 mins
T/u (Wook &amp; Andy) 6.5hrs <br /><br /> T/u (Wook &amp; Andy) 6.5hrs <br /><br />
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<div class="tripdate" id="1995_s42">1995-08-01</div> <div class="tripdate" id="1995-08-01b">1995-08-01</div>
<div class="trippeople">Duncan Collis, Kate Janossy, <u>Anthony Day</u>, Steve Bellhouse, </div> <div class="trippeople">Duncan Collis, <u>Anthony Day</u>, Kate Janossy, Steve Bellhouse, </div>
<div class="triptitle">161 - Derigging France</div> <div class="triptitle">161 - Derigging France</div>
Duncan, Kate &amp; Anthony went down France &amp; first surveyed the bit that Kate and various Daves had pushed in Algeria, connecting the top of Sultans into Algeria in the process. This leads into the bottom of Twin Tubs and has been christened "Daz Automatic". Since Duncan's backup had failed at the surface, he left at this point with a tacklesack full of steel whilst K &amp; A went and fetched Steve. Kate took a tacklesack out, the others derigged. Derigging is shit. Tacklesacks are shit. Pulleys are good gear. Duncan, Kate &amp; Anthony went down France &amp; first surveyed the bit that Kate and various Daves had pushed in Algeria, connecting the top of Sultans into Algeria in the process. This leads into the bottom of Twin Tubs and has been christened "Daz Automatic". Since Duncan's backup had failed at the surface, he left at this point with a tacklesack full of steel whilst K &amp; A went and fetched Steve. Kate took a tacklesack out, the others derigged. Derigging is shit. Tacklesacks are shit. Pulleys are good gear.
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