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<h1>Title page: 1993 LOG of RANTS</h1>
<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="#id1993-161-1">to the
caving</a>!
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<ul id="links">
<li>1993 Expedition info:
<ul>
<li><a href="index.htm">Index</a> (more detail than in this list)</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>
</ul></li>
<li><a href="../../pubs.htm#pubs1993">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>
</ul>
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<div class="tripdate" id="1993_s01">1993-06-26</div>
<div class="trippeople"><u>Adam Cooper</u>, </div>
<div class="triptitle"> Journey out </div>
Rant #1 Adam's trip here <br /><br />OR - why do I get psychopath criminals on long hitch hikes in foreign countries. <br /><br />Left Durham 8 am 24/6 &amp; had merry time hitching to Dover via a turkey processing factory, getting there in 12 hours. 10pm ferry to Ostend as better place to find hitch out of, same price as Calais &amp; only 4 hrs. Thumb out in the port area and &quot;ee-gads&quot; in 5 minutes someone stopped &amp; they were going to Bulgaria via Saltzburg - my lucky number had come up. Except he was a complete psychopath, whose convoluted story unfolded for the next 13 hours of living, waking nightmare. First he wanted money for petrol - OK I thought, a good lift - so what. Apparently he had been radiation sick for 10 days after Chernobyl &amp; I think it must have done him in. Things seemed just a bit odd until 9.30 am, the only things of note being the story of how he spotted the croupier cheating at a casino &amp; 1) got &#163;1000 off the casino to keep it quiet 2) got &pound;2000 off the victim to say how he was being cheated - this led to a private eye &amp; some sugar in a petrol tank - sounded rather undergroundish. It seems this was not unconnected with my driver's flat being cleared out &amp; &pound;2500 being stolen - he claimed he knew who &amp; would kill him. Now I believe the threat. Anyway, 9.30 he stops for a massage &amp; a prostitute, despite claiming to not have enough money for petrol to Bulgaria. 20 minutes after starting again &amp; we were drifting towards the crash barrier at 85 mph (in a 1.2 Lada!) &amp; it seemed appropriate to shake his arm to waken him. So we pulled over for a rest. Next we ran out of petrol in the middle of sodding nowhere, so off I tramped for 1 hour along the hard shoulder until the maniac reappeared, having obtained some petrol through a doctor who had stopped. Now he had said he had been a champion rallye driver for Bulgaria &amp; as time went on it became clear he drove like a C++T. 4 wheel slide into a slip road. Overtaking on the hard shoulder just as it was about to run out, doing the same with inches of space either side - at 80 mph. Slotting into gaps 1.01 car length in size. He would probably have given Chris Sharman (in his driving madness heyday) white knuckles. All this pissed the Germans off a lot &amp; they gestured &amp; horned a bit. His response was to pull out the craft knife, which I had earlier sabotaged in case he used it to rob me, and to pick up a stone off the floor. The culmination of much high speed knobbing about to get in front of one driver who had expressed his displeasure was the propulsion of said stone at the other car. The result was a broken front screen &amp; he (the other car) went into a tree. Clearly if this guy wanted to &quot;do me in&quot; he would. <br /><br />Eventually we stopped in &amp; on the wrong side of Munich as he wanted to sleep &amp; I escaped, gibbering, never having been so scared for so long. Had to walk through Munich, &amp; dossed for the night in a park. Saturday was shit - it rained all day, all lifts were short and it took 11 hours to get to Hilde's. It is well worth walking from Bad Reichenhall to the border for a lift &amp; not hitching on Sat as all cars _full_. All in all he demanded &pound;40 and I lost a few weeks from my life so a) hitching can be dangerous to your health b) hitching is not as cheap as staying at home, c) I hope I get a lift from a caver going home - hint ! <br /><br />Adam.
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<div class="tripdate" id="1993_s02">1993-06-30</div>
<div class="trippeople">Nick Proctor, <u>Clive George</u>, </div>
<div class="triptitle"> 161 - rigging </div>
So, Adam was being organised &amp; said we ought to go caving. We can make it to Knossos in 1 trip can't we. At Top Camp this goes down to the bottom of S'not. Get underground at 4 pm ! Set a precedent we do ! Adam rigged traverse line &amp; [??] better than last year. Then Clive rigs Y-hang, rebelay, goes down looking for deviation. Then goes up &amp; finds rebelay. Then slowly down again &quot;I could do with a deviation here&quot;. Marvel of Marvels there is one (off a shit bolt). Eventually down (1 hr to rig&nbsp;!) It was my first one and I bet hundreds of people moan &amp; rerig it etc. etc. rant rant. 2nd pitch. 11mm rope turned to steel hawser. Trying to put it in a clown - eventually hit it with a rock to make the bend small enough. Abbing silly impossible. Shit, push I went with the rope. Crabbed stop off. Push I went some more. Find another deviation. Whee&nbsp;! (well, almost). Then off crawling a bit, decide we can't find S'not and exit. T/U 3 hrs (I even ran a bit back from T.C. it was so nice) ooh, it was epic. <br /><br /><a href="../1992/logbook.html#id1992-161-19">Previous trip</a> (1992 derig) / Next trips:
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<div class="tripdate" id="1993_s03">1993-07-01</div>
<div class="trippeople">Adam Cooper, <u>Nick Proctor</u>, Andy Waddington, Mike Pigram, </div>
<div class="triptitle"> Plateau - Prospecting </div>
Much time spent wandering about the plateau looking for caves. Two new (?) ones were found. At the first, Adam decided to abandon the traditional technique of chucking a rock down the hole, and lobbed his rucksack into it instead. Since this contained the rope, a ladder descent was deemed necessary. Adam went down, retrieved the rucksack, and found another pitch which proved to be too long for either the ladders or the rope. Hence a return visit is planned with more rope (&gt;25m) to which end we have marked the route with a cairn (!) The second cave was narrow and sharp and didn't go anywhere. <br /><br />[Editor's note: "Lost Rucksack Cave" was not found again in 1993, was relocated and better marked in 1995 and finally <a href="../1998/logbook.html#id1998-200-1">descended in 1998</a>]
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<div class="tripdate" id="1993_s04">1993-07-02</div>
<div class="trippeople"><u>Nick Proctor</u>, Clive George, Spencer Davey, </div>
<div class="triptitle"> Plateau - Prospecting - 189 Glitterstompf </div>
Intended to explore 'Rucksack' Cave (see above), but decided to do a 'tourist' down Ice cave next to 164. Very jolly, very cold - some ice formations, Some dodgy SRT practice occurred, under the excellent leadership of Clive - Mr. Safety himself. In short - we all got cold, Spencer's Stop got bent and no-one died. (Oooh it wasn't epic !)
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<div class="tripdate" id="1993_s05">1993-07-02</div>
<div class="trippeople">Andy Waddington, Mike Pigram, <u>Adam Cooper</u>, </div>
<div class="triptitle"> 161 - rigging into Knossos </div>
Started rig from S'not, which Clive had failed to locate <br /><br />[ grade 1 of how to find S'not ] <br /><br />Had to put a new bolt in at ~-6m (from the large thread at the top) as suspect previous riggers had used a dodgy thread which fell down the pitch with 2 hammer blows. Zoomed to bottom &amp; hence to Chunnel Pitch, which was &gt;7m (as the rigging guide sez) so we had to use a Bungalow/Poxy pitch rope &amp; cut the top off the new 11mm rope for Poxy. Andy was cold &amp; running thin on light (stinky was dead, Zoom was of unknown duration) so left at Bungalow. Easy rigging down into Knossos, noting the new Hilti bolt on the R from the top belay is much better &amp; gives a fine freehang. Poked about in Yapate etc. to familiarise Mike with system. Out from near Flat Battery in just over 1&frac12; hours to find epic thunderclaps etc. Fortunately not too wet. Good trip. <br /><br /><a href="#id1993-161-1">Previous trip</a> / Next trips:
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<div class="tripdate" id="1993_s06">1993-07-03</div>
<div class="trippeople">Nick Proctor, <u>Clive George</u>, </div>
<div class="triptitle"> 161 - France </div>
This time Nick was being keen. Once more the intrepid team of finding ability (first take a compass bearing, then walk in a random direction anyway, viz.: Juniper Gulf, Juniper Gulf again, the right way out of Salzburg, S'not, Rucksack Cave, the list is seemingly endless) set off, rucksacks lightly loaded with rope coz we were feeling clever this time with the intention of rigging the first 130m of rope down France. At first we thought we'd broken the jinx. Wandered from KH, down and to right and lo and behold: 161c or &quot;Guess what I've found&quot;. Change, Nick wanders off with bolts, I'm left to pack 137m of rope into _my_ tackle sack (sigh, forgot to tell people this morning). Ooops - horribly tangled as predicted. Never mind - some later (3.20 pm) off down cave. Nick begins rigging [??] finds devn eventually. Then he bored so I have a go - Nick mysteriously tied his dangly bag round the rope - how silly - and had to go up rerigging as he went to untangle himself. Clive meanwhile on failing carbide, goes slowly down &amp; runs into rub - I want a deviation ! or was it Nick first. Anyway, much faffing and looking later, Clive pissing off out for a piss &amp; carbide change, we get pissed off. Wish we'd had a bolting kit - so much easier ! and I leave to find greedy bastards had eaten all the food and the rest of the world all appearing very drunk ! <br /><br /><a href="../1992/logbook.html#id1992-161c-5">Previous trip</a> (1992 France derig)
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<div class="tripdate" id="1993_s07">1993-07-04</div>
<div class="trippeople"><u>Spencer Davey</u>, Nick Proctor, </div>
<div class="triptitle"> Plateau - Prospecting </div>
While we were prospecting we found a small cave, no name. It was bottomed with a Zoom in 10 min. 2 entrances, about 10m apart underground or 30m apart above ground 'cos the terrain is ridges &amp; valleys. About 5 mins from Top Camp 90&deg; anticlockwise from Khole. Sketch over -&gt; <br /><br />[grade 1] <br /><br />We put red crosses (or plusses) on each entrance. <br /><br />Please - leave room for more accurate cave location if anyone ever finds it again: <br /><br />DON'T BOTHER ! <br /><br />Rucksack Cave remains to be found again, so if you fancy wandering around the plateau for several hours talk to Adam or Nick for misdirections.
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<div class="tripdate" id="1993_s08">1993-07-04</div>
<div class="trippeople"><u>Andy Waddington</u>, </div>
<div class="triptitle"> Plateau - Photographic trip. </div>
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<div class="tripdate" id="1993_s09">1993-07-04</div>
<div class="trippeople"><u>Hugh Adams</u>, Julian Haines, Alistair Morris, Pete Lord, </div>
<div class="triptitle"> 161 - France </div>
Second day on expo, walked up to top camp with radio gear, supplies and general caving shit gear. Assembled radio and aerial etc. then headed for entrance to France. Followed previous rigging. Started rigging from 'Roll of the Dice' (inc) for another 140 metres of rope adding in a few missing spits on the way down. Rigging stopped at the top of the pitch above Algeria due to no more rope. Got out of the cave with lors of ranting and headed back to Top Camp, watched interesting bolts of lightning move towards us. Decided to head for car ! From car park down watched heap big storm. Got caught in storm, visibility nil, rain lots, lightning scary. We were all scared ! Arrived safely at base camp, ate slop, and decided being alive was great.
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<div class="tripdate" id="1993_s10">1993-07-04</div>
<div class="trippeople"><u>Tess Jones</u>, Wookey, </div>
<div class="triptitle"> 161 - Tourist </div>
Tourist trip, intended to visit Knossos, but its hard work this caving lark. Bottom of second pitch doesn't look at all like survey. Hading rift pitch at end of passage - worth a look ? Looked at Big Sainsbury's, down S'not, Over t'Rainbow, Bungalow. Ticked off ? above Chunnel Pitch. <br /><br />Now the comment: It were grim. F'in 2nd + last time I do SRT, especially on naff Wadders gear &lt;- ie. ancient set up. Stinky died. Crashed head. Stinky died again ! Mutter. Grumble. Caving ...
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<div class="tripdate" id="1993_s12">1993-07-04</div>
<div class="trippeople">Mike Pigram, <u>Adam Cooper</u>, </div>
<div class="triptitle"> 161 - Kaninchenh&ouml;hle Push Final Cut </div>
Rigged from Yapate as far as Final Cut &amp; it looked smaller than I recalled. Traverse over hole into continuation of hading rift (which goes up where). Struggled to put 2 bolts in - drill just fitted in narrow rift. MTS went down first, demonstrating that there wasn't much space in the slot for gear or lard. Only 2m down traversed off into dry bit away from wet pitch. 20m (ish) along in direction of Burble found another slightly wider slot, which turned out to be a superb 45m freehang, dry pitch. Continuing along rift above pitch is an unclimbed 2m, up pitch, which might lead to an alternative descent. At bottom of 45m pitch the passage turns back to break into the avoided wet pitch again via another not overly large slot. <br /><br />We had no rope left so made an honourable exit to meet Wook &amp; Tess on the entrance pitch. Just made Top camp before a huge storm.
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<div class="tripdate" id="1993_s11">1993-07-07</div>
<div class="trippeople">Julian Todd, Wookey, <u>Clive George</u>, </div>
<div class="triptitle"> Base Camp - THE FUCK OFF BIG ABSEIL OFF THE CLIFF PAST GRUNDLESEE </div>
Go there - a 200m freehang, the Austrians said. Slog uphill, rig off hill, debate about rubs, rebelays (subsequently dealt with by tying a tacklesack to the rope). Eventually Wooks goes down with spare rope cos it thinks it is 20m too short. Bottoms years later. Jumps onto van (pitch free doesn't work !) Julian next - lot of gibbering. Then me. Probably fairly typical reaction &quot;Fuck me I'm a long way up &amp; scared&quot;. Then tackle sack 'tector falls down rope. Watch it land 200m later, oops. Carry on. Abseil slowly, stop getting very hot. How to uncrab a stop mid descent - use chest jammer to hold rope (from &quot;stop&quot;go'to'stop&quot;) and 2 hands to take crab out of stop. More descent. More heat. More bounce. Why does it still look like I'm only half way down. More. I'm scared. Think about rope melting. Still abseiling slowly. Think about rubs. Abseil non bouncily (or try to). Wave at Germans. SWEAR loudly. God I'm scared. Abseil some more. &quot;How far to the bottom&quot; Still feels like halfway up. Hands knackered from gripping rope. Stop hot. Ledge - take some weight off rope - mistake - feed several metres of rope through stop without moving then fell. Please don't bounce this much. Scared. Abseil and this is the last bit isn't it. Abseil. Land. GROUND ! I'm safe. Legs numb, forgot how to walk on scree slope. Say hello to ground party - walk around a while. Tell tourists a rope will soon fall on their heads. Have a random conversation with them coz their English is about as good as my German. Rope falls. Whish noisy - very impressive fall. Tanglepack. Home. The others say they were scared too. The end love Clive.
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<div class="tripdate" id="1993_s13">1993-07-07</div>
<div class="trippeople">Nick Proctor, Adam Cooper, <u>Mike Pigram</u>, </div>
<div class="triptitle"> 161 - Gob on you </div>
to Gob on You then some pushing. Got to the entrance and Adam and I found our furries wetter than when we had left them to dry - see Hugh's account of epic thunderstorm. <br /><br />After a rather grim Yorkshire-style change we bounced on down to Yapate, Gob on you and nice big pitch which is so far nameless. By this time Nick had given up on his carbide which hummed but produced no flame. Adam started bolting from the narrow slot at the bottom of nameless pitch and continued to do so for the next 2 hrs (yawn, shiver). The route down rejoined the water from Gob on You and was mainly on lovely 9mm rope (gibber). We found the bottom 120m down this pitch and at a total depth of 480m. Footprints were found at the bottom and a couple of spits were found on the way out - it turned out that we had joined the bottom of Dehydration. We had planned to survey on the way out but compass and clino had misted up so this will have to be done later - any takers ? I thought I could find my way out so let Adam zoom off out. By the time Mike and I had returned to Yapate he was somewhat tired and my electric backup was giving up - my carbide having already run out. <br /><br />By the time we got to the top of Knossos I had no light at all so we had a serious carbide fettle. I was left with a carbide that just worked and Nick with a dodgy FX5 due to the top of the Oldham box being ripped off in the slot at the bottom of Gob on You. We slowly prussiked out. <br /><br />It was fucking x<strike>epic</strike>x I nearly died<br> censored <br /><br /><a href="#id1993-161-4">Previous trip</a> / <a href="#id1993-161-6">Next trip</a> (Far Too Far)
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<div class="tripdate" id="1993_s15">1993-07-08</div>
<div class="trippeople"><u>Julian Haines</u>, Pete Lord, Alistair Morris, </div>
<div class="triptitle"> 161c - France </div>
General plan was for me to continue rigging to the pushing front from Frogs Legs onwards whilst Pete and Ali looked down side hole with apparently water at the bottom. Much faffing at entrance then Pete rerigged some of entrance pitches so that boulder slope below Roll of the Dice was less epic. Rerigged top of Frogs Legs as big 'Y-hang' to make get-off easier then Ali lobbed a rock down their pitch. It took about 4 seconds to reach the bottom&nbsp;! We decided this must go into Algeria and therefore continued there via original route. This hypothesis needs checking sometime. I rigged the big pitch into Algeria initially with 39m rope - more than a little bit too short. Then tried new 200m rope - rebelay at the top of the chamber is absolutely stunning ! Eventually rigged down to the pushing front then Pete and Ali went down scrotty hole with water to find more pitch (~50m or so). I looked at hole in corner of chamber below &quot;Orient Express&quot;; rigged and found crap small hole and tight rift. Crap small hole was below _very_ unstable sandy roof and unlikely to go anywhere .&middot;. not pushed. Tight rift was tried without danglies but was defintely too tight. Throwing rocks suggested either deep pool (or sump ?) beyond - definitely much larger than the few metres of rift. Eventually gave up and went to find Pete and Ali. Pete placed crap spit then everyone too cold/tired/pissed off and started heading out. On the way out Ali knocked a fucking enormous rock off &quot;Orient Express&quot; which crashed and crashed down towards Pete and I on pitch below. Fortunately rock stopped before pitch otherwise 2 very dead cavers ! Many rocks knocked off on the way out in various places. To quote previous year's log book entry, KH is &quot;Fucking cold, fucking loose and very, very brown.&quot; Rope below Orient Express definitely needs checking before descending because of rock fall ! Whole of France requires lots of care to avoid killing people !
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<div class="tripdate" id="1993_s17">1993-07-08</div>
<div class="trippeople">Wookey, Dave Milne, <u>Julian Todd</u>, </div>
<div class="triptitle"> 161 - The bitter end (KH, Far Too Far) </div>
Very slow. So much faffing we did not enter till 1.30pm. Plonder down to Yapate (trying to explain route to Lummat so he can explore the cave without us from now on because he's keen). Lummat picks ammo box drill battery and its hinges come off and everything apart from the lid thumped down Staircase 39 after he prussiked up it. Box was a bit mangled and I couldn't get the batteries to work on the drill so we abandoned it. We froze in Chicken Flied Nice while Wook rigged next pitch and 4 ring bolts and lots of knitting at rebelay for the tyrolean. Abbed down, prussiked up fixed rope at other side, then constructed the tyrolean with 1 SRT rope and 2 climbing rope backups. Lummat and I were slightly concerned by the fact that this was now our only way back. On to the nonsense in Satan's Sitting Room with Wook pointing out all these undescended pitches on either side of the route. The place looks vicious. We put in a few more traverse lines. We faffed a lot in the walking passage beyond until it was suddenly 11:15 pm and I was dog tired and sick of sucking on fudge having missed about 4 meals now. Wook explored some horizontal passage at the farthest far end. Was too tired to get scared on tyrolean back. Not entirely convinced of its effectiveness in shortening the trip. Can we rename Boulder Alley as Shit Alley now ? It was dawn when we got out.
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<div class="tripdate" id="1993_s14">1993-07-09</div>
<div class="trippeople"><u>Nick Proctor</u>, </div>
<div class="triptitle"> Base camp </div>
<a name="drunkrant">Fuck all happened</a>. Noone went caving. Somebody went shopping, Ali's birthday so we threw him in the river. Seemed the proper thing to do. I am pissed in case you haven't noticed. Lots of beer. No caving. A good day. Adam was a hard bastard and went walking for miles and miles. My writing is almost as crap as Clive's and I am pissed. We had a treat tonight. Celebration. No bean slop. Sausages and chicken. A good day, too much meat and beer. <br /><br />This is probably all illegible. Basically we got pissed. Ali &amp; MTS sharked and failed. So what. Your local pissed bastard.<br> _W_<br> Nick the alcy <br /><br />AAAAARGHH !!!!! [this last written diagonally across an entire page, Ed.]
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<div class="tripdate" id="1993_s18">1993-07-10</div>
<div class="trippeople">Dave Milne, <u>Dave Galvin</u>, </div>
<div class="triptitle"> 161 - Pushing KH beyond Arrow Chamber </div>
We planned a six hour trip to look at a question mark beyond Arrow Chamber. Some chance. Neither of us knew the cave, but we managed to find the chamber fairly easily. We rigged a lunatic traverse with no handholds across the two huge holes in the chamber, and reached the undescended pitch via a five metre pitch at the back of Arrow, into a comfortable passage that forks. We took the right hand fork, and rigged a twenty metre pitch into an Alpine pitch-ramp system which quite excited Lummat ! Bolted the twenty metre pitch at the top of the ramp and decided that it was time to return. We reached the entrance pitch at 10 pm, top camp at 2 am. Hmm.. <br /><br />Well, it was like this: I began to feel ill at the top of S'not, and by the time I was prussiking up the entrance pitch, I had lost all strength. I got strung up on the last rebelay, hung around for over an hour and spent about twenty minutes of that hour chundering down the pitch. Eventually, Lummat managed to drag me up. Two hours of aimless wandering along the plateau (vainly following 251&deg; compass bearing) followed, accompanied by lots more chundering, falling into inconveniently placed holes and mad charging through colonies of bunde bushes, and top camp was reached, only about five hours later than we had planned. Top camp was finally found by following through the heavy mist JulianS's, Hugh's and Anthony's zooms, as they hurried around Top camp preparing for a rescue trip down Kh&ouml;le. Base camp were also getting into action. By the time we had reached Top Camp, Wookey and Wadders had almost reached the top of the toll road. They were saved a trek to top camp thanks to a hastily cobbled together CB in the Wadmobile, three zoom batteries attached together in series and lots of quick thinking on Hugh's part (which I hope someone will get around to ranting about soon, in some more detail) <br /><br />That was Saturday in Top Camp. Sunday was spent in Pete's tent, all five of us in our pits (me, Lummat, JulianS, Anthony, Hugh) watching the weather doing its act - rain sleet, mist, drizzle, hail, and, of course, over an inch of snow ! Add to this a) no car at the Berg Restaurant and b) no radio contact with Base Camp, and you have the makings of a productive and fun-filled day ! <br /><br />Go caving, they said. It's fun, they said. Expo is ace, they said. <br /><br />THEY WERE WRONG !!! <br /><br /><a href="#id1993-161-1">Previous trip</a> (rigging in)
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<div class="tripdate" id="1993_s19">1993-07-10</div>
<div class="trippeople">Anthony Day, Hugh Adams, <u>Julian Shilton</u>, </div>
<div class="triptitle"> 161 - P<strike>ushing</strike> Surveying hole at bottom of 2nd pitch </div>
Wandered down. Some surveying was done. Got bored and found a passageway which led back to Big Sainsbury's. Re-&quot;found&quot; Skull pitch - oh, and pushed horrible - upward sloping rift but it dead-ended. Threw rocks down pitch at end and they went down for miles. <br /><br /><a href="#id1993-161-1">Previous trip</a> (rigging in)
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<div class="tripdate" id="1993_s16">1993-07-11</div>
<div class="trippeople"><u>Andy Waddington</u>, </div>
<div class="triptitle"> Top camp - (callout) H&ouml;hlenrettungbessofene </div>
Drive of the mad yobbos commenced after jury rigging CB into Wadders van; two cars up toll road at a mad dash. Stamped on jury wire and blew fuse just as top camp called rescue off, but had sent four heroic rescuers ahead on path before reestablishing communication. Clive selflessly stayed up at the radio shouting &quot;All clear at Top Camp&quot; until we finally got sorted and replied from a sensible place. Came home. What heroes ! T/U nil. <br /><br />For information: mobile radio is _crap_ from usual parking place but works fine from Kehre 13 (first right hand hairpin on way down). Probably OK from edge of car park too. Couldn't raise top camp, but heard them from ~&frac12; way up toll road. <br /><br />[there follows a grade 1 elevation &quot;New bit of France (below Orient Express)&quot; connected to the previous write-up by a long arrow and labelled &quot;Danger - done when pissed, no survey&quot; ]
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<div class="tripdate" id="1993_s20">1993-07-12</div>
<div class="trippeople"><u>Dave Milne</u>, Mike Pigram, </div>
<div class="triptitle"> 161 - Beyond Arrow Chamber </div>
Descended 161 to Arrow Chamber and to top of 2nd pitch in Pitch-Ramp Series. Descended pitch to second ramp. Single bolt rebelay, deviated by rocking boulder still required &amp; protector to descend to 3rd ramp. Ascending ramp led to too tight a trench and expiry of phreatic tube. <br /><br />Returned to Left-hand fork from Arrow Chamber. Found pitch-ramp series without pitches. Phreatic tube passable for a short distance. <br /><br />[grade 1 sketch] <br /><br />Returned to top of Pitch-Ramp Series. Traversed across top of pitch to possible continuation of phreatic. Didn't go anywhere - dropped back into vertical. <br /><br />[full page grade 1 sketch of Pitch-Ramp Series]
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<div class="tripdate" id="1993_s21">1993-07-14</div>
<div class="trippeople">Wookey, <u>Adam Cooper</u>, </div>
<div class="triptitle"> 161 - Kaninchenh&ouml;hle - Gob - survey &amp; derig </div>
We came, we surveyed &amp; we derigged. Nothing too epic happened, the worst being breaking a (measuring) tape whilst trying to plumb a pitch. The 48m rope was found to be on a 52m pitch, which suggests -!. (previously thought to be 45m) It was cold &amp; wet &amp; dark &amp; took ages, but we had a good time until we came out &amp; it was raining. <br /><br />Postscript - the survey loop with the bottom of Half Shaft was &lt; 0.1% :-) <br /><br />The 52m pitch is called 'Alexander Technique'. The climb reached after traversing over the top of Alexander Technique was done &amp; a few metres further along the rift, the small passage broke into the side of an aven (drippy). From the survey, this is nowhere near anything already known and should be done.
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<div class="tripdate" id="1993_s22">1993-07-14</div>
<div class="trippeople">Dave Milne, Nick Proctor, <u>Dave Galvin</u>, </div>
<div class="triptitle"> 161 - Survey and derig beyond Arrow Chamber </div>
(&quot;Chunder Pitch Series&quot;) <br /><br />Two trips were planned on 14/7, one by Julian S, Anthony and Hugh to look at lead off Big Sainsbury's and one by L, N and DG down to Arrow Chamber. Ours almost didn't happen because there was not a single working clino in Top Camp. We took a clouded one up to the cave in the hope that it might clear up. It didn't. So, after much faffing and discussion, J,A,H and N went down to push while L and DG went Bunde bashing. Having found a promising hole we went back to the cave mouth to get Zooms etc. and found the clino clear. Yes, we are going caving we said ! We finally set off 2 hours late, Nick joined at the bottom of Big Sainsbury and we went and surveyed, regularly stopping to shout at the blasted cloudy clino. DG managed to get stuck climbing up through a nice tight squeeze. Hmm... Got out and it was wet and horrible (Rained all next day at Top Camp. What a surprise. Lummat is the Rain God).
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<div class="tripdate" id="1993_s23">1993-07-14</div>
<div class="trippeople">Anthony Day, Hugh Adams, <u>Julian Shilton</u>, </div>
<div class="triptitle"> 161 - &quot;Ignore this bit&quot; </div>
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<div class="tripdate" id="1993_s24">1993-07-16</div>
<div class="trippeople"><u>Andy Waddington</u>, </div>
<div class="triptitle"> 161 - Kaninchenh&ouml;hle - Photo/tourist/geology trip </div>
Managed to walk to the cave before the inevitable thunderstorm struck, which it did just as I was putting on Solid Rubber Trussing gear. First - try out photo gear in Big Sainsbury's. Difficult solo isn't it ? Slave flash seems to have disappointing range. Then on down S'not looking for subjects. Another couple at Chunnel pitch, then decided that a tripod and ammo can tied together really were _too_ awkward to carry, so dumped the kit and headed on down. Crap takeoff to Bungalow Pitch, chaps, even if it is improved... Almost failed to find Boulder Alley .... almost wished I had. Knossos is a fine pitch - would be excellent on ladders (both as a climb and for photography). Some random wandering in Tower Hamlets before finding Waterfall Chamber and Carrefour. Then YAPATE. Wow ! nice passage in Austria - almost unheard of ... Staircase 36 nice pitch - looks an awful climb ! And so to Chicken Flied Nice - now this really _is_ nice passage. Poke head into Strange Downfall, then the aven in Burble. Start geologising. <br /><br />The Burble aven is on a small fault/joint (looks a little shattered so probably the former) <br /><br />The tube of the crawl is wholly on the south side of this fault and is formed on the same horizon as CFN which is a massive creamy white limestone just above a layer of more thinly bedded stuff. The bottom of the aven, and the canyon in the floor of Burble and CFN, cut down into two shelly bands. <br /><br /><a href="../../1623/161/fullsize/cfngeo.png"> <img src="/years/1993/../../1623/161/inline/cfngeo.png" width=300 height=265></a> <br /><br />Chicken Flied Nice has nice scallops indicating fairly slow flow to the north. There are much smaller, ie. higher energy, scallops in the canyon walls - the direction of these near Strange Downfall isn't very clear. The roof scallops in Burble are also smaller, suggesting a faster-flowing tributary to the main pal&aelig;otrunk of CFN. The Burble aven fault has just about fizzled out before reaching CFN, showing, if at all, as just a tiny parting in the wall. There are pretty much no significant joints in CFN, and this remains true at the 100&deg; bend - so this is apparently not joint-determined. This all changes at Staircase 36... <br /><br />Staircase 36 is developed on an approx east-west fault with a downthrow of c 1.5m to the south. This is clearly visible in the wall to your right as you face the rock on the climb/abseil. The wall of S36 cuts through both the shelly bands noted above which show up very clearly as the rock is so clean. The same cannot be said of the YAPATE side of Gob on You, which is much muddier. There may well be one/more en echelon faults here, but its not very clear. Adam's write-up puts the main Gob fault/joint on 260&deg;. YAPATE appears to be formed on exactly the same horizon as CFN, but the shelly bands aren't visible because of the mud. I couldn't see them by peering down Flapjack, but this is hardly surprising. All the geology on the way back is harder, due to either collapse or mud or both ! <br /><br />Knossos nice to climb. Bad ascender slip on Poxy, Bungalow, Chunnel and some on S'not. Entrance pitch OK. There are some shell bands on entrance pitch too, but I didn't make careful notes. Very slow out. T/U 6&frac34; hours. All dry on surface ! <br /><br />A. <br /><br />PS. CFN is the nicest and most interesting place I've seen underground on expo.
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<div class="tripdate" id="1993_s26">1993-07-16</div>
<div class="trippeople">Julian Haines, Alistair Morris, <u>Pete Lord</u>, </div>
<div class="triptitle"> 161 - France </div>
THE END ! <br /><br />Too much caving led to the pushing front from last year - Titfield Thunderbolt. We soon found that my impressions from last time were right and that the new bit of cave I'd found was too wet, too tight &amp; too awful. Julian descended, ignored my shit spit, and found pitch &quot;Attempted Penetration&quot; - about 25m down to v. loose boulder slope &quot;Disintegration&quot;. Character of cave now changed from huge chambers, big pitches etc. to classic (ie. awful) rift/water development. After boulder slope, another short pitch - Fat Knot Fruity, due to epic(ish) large knot led to a short pitch to what we thought was a sump - rigged off robust threads, hence &quot;Natural Deception&quot;. Unfortunately this gave onto a short boulder slope into an absolutely typical Yorkshire streamway (in 161 ?) - cascades, pools, the works. This terminated in a ~20m pitch crapply rigged on 4 traverse bolts with much rubbing, into a small chamber which appeared to go underneath a fallen boulder. Thankfully the streamway quickly led to an awful tight sump at ~-450m. Much prussiking remained to exit; everyone was too fed up and had no gear to commence the survey.
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<div class="tripdate" id="1993_s29">1993-07-16</div>
<div class="trippeople"><u>Nick Proctor</u>, Hugh Adams, Mike Pigram, </div>
<div class="triptitle"> 161 - Ignore this bit </div>
Finished off Ignore this bit (off 2nd pitch). There was one more pitch before it stopped in a boulder choke. So we surveyed it and prussiked out and we were dead efficient (see TU). The pitch is called Ignorance is Bliss, and so it is. <br /><br /><a href="#id1993-161-12">Previous trip</a> / <a href="#id1993-161-15">Next 161a trip</a> (LHR)
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<div class="tripdate" id="1993_s25">1993-07-17</div>
<div class="trippeople">Hugh Adams, <u>Dave Galvin</u>, </div>
<div class="triptitle"> 161 - Arrow Chamber Nick </div>
We intended to descend one of the holes in Arrow Chamber (either Baker or Candlestickmaker, whichever proved more convenient.) The descent was done via an epic traverse, a spaghetti junction-like tangle of ropes at the pitch-head, and a wonderfully tight hanging rebelay, all of which were rerigged on the way out by Nick to make the pitch more caver-friendly. The holes in the chamber turned out not to be holes at all, but part of a deep elliptical chamber, thirty-ish metres across and about fifteen metres wide, of which much of Arrow Chamber seems to be a rather dubious false floor. We went down thirty metres of what we thought was the floor of the chamber, a large flat debris strewn area with two large holes at either end. A little bit of poking around soon showed up the &quot;floor&quot; to be a lot of rocks kept in place by a lot more rocks - a metre deep false floor precariously suspended thirty metres above what might be the real floor of the chamber. We had neither time nor rope to descend further, so we headed out, connecting the survey of Chunder trip pitch with Arrow Chamber on the way. <br /><br />It was dry when we got out of the cave ! Something is going horribly right with the weather !
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<div class="tripdate" id="1993_s27">1993-07-17</div>
<div class="trippeople"><u>Pete Lord</u>, Alistair Morris, Julian Haines, </div>
<div class="triptitle"> 161 - France - The same Likewise </div>
After a burst of sumping, we were all _too keen_ and went caving again to survey and de-rig up to Algeria. Donning of wet gear was followed by a quick descent to Algeria where Ali &amp; Petel started to survey &amp; Julian started bolting some of the other leads, promising to follow the surveyors shortly. After 3&frac12; hrs we'd surveyed to the streamway, where Julian joined us. Surveying eventually took 4+ hrs, after which I (Petel) pissed off to Titfield Thunderbolt whilst Ali &amp; Julian derigged all the pseudo-Yorkshire bits below. When they turned up I took a tacklesack &amp; went up Orient Express, now measured as a freehanging (well almost) 52.1 metres. I dumped this in Algeria &amp; carried on to the entrance, prussiking the top 200m one footed (.&#183;. slowly) due to blisters and leaving Ali &amp; Julian to derig T.T. &amp; O.E. <br /><br />After waiting 45 mins at entrance, I was a bit worried, and decided to start for rescue. Fortunately I heard a shout from below so stuck about. At +1hr Julian emerged &amp; I found that derigging O.E. had taken 1&frac12; hrs due to the epic boulder that Ali had dislodged 2 trips ago having landed over the rope; it was too big for 2 cavers to lift, so 50+m of rope had to be pulled underneath it - then remained the task of hauling 150m of rope up O.E. Rope was left at Algeria to be derigged and used in further pushing of leads. 8&frac12; hrs Julian H, Ali <br /><br />Rigging: [ sketch ]
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<div class="tripdate" id="1993_s28">1993-07-18</div>
<div class="trippeople"><u>Julian Todd</u>, Spencer Davey, </div>
<div class="triptitle"> Plateau - Prospecting above KH </div>
Intention was to sort out the '-' signs made by Wookey &amp; co. in the area above the KH system. The first needed 2 ladders + apalling rigging to get to a rocky pit going nowhere. The other entrance from that day (the day before) required an oversuit (essential gear for proper prospecting). A rather snug vertical slot led into a chamber full of rock and gravel avalanches. All the ways on seemed to connect together underneath. I double checked. Then tried to get out and had to send Spencer (who hadn't entered the chamber) up to get the bolting hammer to remove a bit of rock so that I could get out. One final lead was a hole on the ridge near the Hinter. Proper rigging this time with even a lifeline for this 40' hole. Nearly fell through a snowplug at the bottom. Nothing else was down there. &frac12; hr Spencer
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<div class="tripdate" id="1993_s31">1993-07-18</div>
<div class="trippeople"><u>Nick Proctor</u>, Hugh Adams, </div>
<div class="triptitle"> 161 - Arrow Chamber </div>
The return to the holes in Arrow Chamber - this time with more rope, fortitude in our hearts and the hastily acquired knowledge of how to tie two ropes together. With Hugh looking forward with great delight to his first knot pass, we went down the hole to the 'ledge' we had reached previously, pausing only whilst I tried to rerig the deviation and dropped it down the pitch. Sigh ! Much faffing then ensued. Once we were both safely established on the ledge we did some bolting to create a fine freehang over yawning nothingness. ('Gibber' to quote Hugh - and I was going first !) Down I went - just before the knot pass became inevitable there was a ledge - very convenient. The bottom of this pitch 'Pointless' was reached 8m below this ledge. Then we found a scrofulous little crawl leading to another chamber. 'Lets shift some boulders' said Hugh. So he did, opening the passage by, ooh, all of half a foot. &quot;We can get through now&quot;. Faff, faff, take off SRT gear, grunt, rant, faff, thrutch, swear, curse, apple strudel, and we're through. Shit - another pitch to rig. Tap, tap, tap for 25 minutes until bored, rig another bastard rebelay, go down to bottom, which indeed it was. Hoorah ! So we surveyed and derigged our way out, taking oodles of rope. Prussiking with two tacklesacks is awful. Almost as crap as caving itself (satisfied, Anthony ?) More faffing whilst I derigged the traverse - Hugh waiting patiently whilst I swore at every piece of caving gear in sight. Eventually finished, dumped the tacklesacks at Dewdrop (?) and came slowly out. A good trip. The two pitches have been finished, I didn't die and it wasn't epic. It was also my last caving trip. Hooray ! Oh Joy ! Oh Rapture ! Now I can go home and do something else other than caving. Unfortunately Hugh still has 1&frac12; weeks to go. Ha Ha.<br> Right, ranting over, please take the book away from me, before I get too pissed (see back). <br /><br />[Nick Pissed Illegible Ranting - from back of logbook. Ed.] <br /><br />Once upon a time there was a caver. He was fucking hard. Nobody liked him. The Author of this tale got pissed. The caver fell down a pitch and died. The narrator of this tale was pissed and didn't give a toss. This may be given as evidence against me and I dont care. Caving is _SHIT_ especially with hard bastard _adam_ he is so hard. I want him. . But I'll have to make do with weegies and pissed novices. I care not and know not as long as they have powerful zooms - Ooh the things we get up to. Too much beer. Caving? What a shit idea! There are sceptics who think caving is good and a nice idea. Fuck off and die. Caving is shite, especially if you follow Adam down to 480m deep and then try to prussik out again. I'm a weegie and he's a hard bastard. Fuck off. I'm pissed and dont give a fuck. <br /><br />For my sanity and yours, I shall stop now. If you are a caver, or have understood any of the above I would appreciate it if you would fuck off. <br /><br />PS I hate caving<br> PPS I am very pissed<br> PPS I am extremely pissed<br> PPPS FUCK OFF<br> PPPPS Goodnight<br> PPPPPS Sad Bastard <br /><br /> AAARGH ! ! ! <br /><br />PPPPPS _Julian fuck off and die extremely horribly_<br> <br /><br /><center>_ Nick the Alcoholic _</center> <br /><br />Hugh, <br /><br />What boulder, I only kicked it a bit, honestly, as for as the tackle sacks' mine threw me off the pitch, rant. Nick was very brave, he only ranted most of the way down, and anyway I gave him lots of immoral support and carried two tackle sacks out. As for the squeeze I may never be the same again, something of me was left for prosperity. It was awfull (sp.) <br /><br />* All relevant rant ends here [can't find the referent * on the photocopy, Ed., or in the book - other Ed.] <br /><br />End of rant. <br /><br />Or is it !! Lets hope so ! <br /><br /> spelling 5/10 <br /><br />Look I'm an Engineer, OK !<br> Whats gramar anyway ? So am I, ignorant git <br /><br />PS please make the cunning attempt to fill the logbook with complete bullshit ! (Sorry, this is what we should be doing anyway) <br /><br />Where's my W.P. it can't spell either, hah ! I got to the end of the page, I win, I win, and no you are not going to write here. <br /><br />Oh no you don't cos I can write small. <br /><br />so can I hah ! <br /><br />[You can tell this is CAMBRIDGE UNIVERSITY caving club, can't you ? Ed.]
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<div class="tripdate" id="1993_s32">1993-07-18</div>
<div class="trippeople">Wookey, Mike Pigram, Dave Milne, <u>Clive George</u>, </div>
<div class="triptitle"> 161 - KH far too fucking far </div>
Went to the end. Wadders seems to have got it mostly right, (Todd too ie. Strange Acrossfall is airy, SSR is MENTAL (Hooray for Aggy)). After leaving Wux at Beehive to play camping, we went and crawled up muddy hole which Wux found earlier (prev. trip) crawled out, met him, set off surveying it. Got bored, exit to Black Velvet for water, food, piss. Carry on scive. Oh, found vocal connection to bit W &amp; MTS were rigging. More survey. Others find us near end. Then all out. Together as far as Knossos. HGS still airy - Lummat preferred to go up &amp; down (he also didn't like the boulder step). (Oh, we did some rigging down a pitch too. It went down &amp; stopped in mud. A traverse may gain continuation of passage far side. Wux found rope later, descended, said 'Why did you leave it ?' as a 9m plumb !) Anyway, there we were watching people going up Knossos. Make it up eventually - q knackered, lots of resting. Then Shit Alley (Todd is right !) Climb following obvious path. Get to top but I carry on up mud path due to lack of eyesight (glassed fogged). Up, airy traverse (Wux did it with rope ! I on sandy cliff. Must be wrong - descend to bottom of mud path. Where am I ? (Completely disorientated, now a bit psyched, cliff) Go down somewhere, see 2 obvious bolts, Oh must be a pitch, go up again, wander a bit more. Where am I ! STOP. Next few hours sitting down hallucinating (heartbeat becomes footsteps, waterfall shifting rocks in distance becomes people on ropes sending loose shit down). Don't go to sleep or I will die. Sit shivering lots, occasionally moving (wait a few hours). Eventually recovered, awake sufficiently to sort myself out. So dam obvious pile of shit rocks. 2 obvious bolts are in fact carbide marks. Until see Knossos rope. Found myself ! Climb out (sigh, its hard work) go past overnight bits. Follow obvious path now, past cairn and see where I went wrong. Get to Poxy. &quot;Hooray I'm on my way again&quot;. Start prussiking to hear cavers &quot;Hooray the rescue&quot;. Lovely to see them. Talk a bit at top of Poxy, then set on out. Oh - overnight the lid came off my FX5, so I was caving with the battery in dangly bag. After some fudge, Ali held Bungalow rope so prussik faster than normal. Going out, find traverse (Wook's climb) to slit up - anyway, the wire on my FX eventually broke, so in dark. &quot;Julian can you light me&quot; Thank them - they brought a club Oldham. Quick lamp swap. Out some more. Cavers everywhere on S'not (like HGS. One on traverse, 2 on down/up, one at waiting - cavers dotted randomly round cave) Rebelays are good gear. Slowly up 2nd (probably climb up rocks wrong way coz a bit airy again) Stop at bottom of entrance to rest, eat fudge so I can get out. Out in waterfall (slow again) meet Hugh &quot;tea or coffee&quot; to which the answer is milk. Oh well, they tried jolly hard. Wux &amp; Nick also there being helpful. Wot nice people team surface are too. Rain. Rain. Rain. Rain. Rain. Rain. Rain. Rain. Rain it went. Soaked gear - at least my gear will change from &quot;short glob of mud, long glob of mud, mud with loop of mud on the end, glob of mud with red muddy handle, etc.&quot; Change. Walk down (Rain above can be interspersed randomly from here on) slowing down - oops tired then. Put pit in bin bag -&gt; car park. Very tired then - had to stop on the easy bit of the path ! Drive down slowly behind bus - still quite awake - in shreddies. There aren't any bus overtaking places on the way down. Campsite. Jump in river -&gt; clean. Eat ice lolly. Go to bed. Have supper there (Julian, Dave G sorted that out). SLEEP (@ 730 or so !) Wake up to rain. Exit heap at noon when can stand it no more. The expo carries on. My feet hurt. Jack out. <br /><br />Camping works with 2 furrys &amp; hat but have to shiver to keep warm. Ta for rescue (Julian S, Julian H, Ali) surface (Hugh, Nick, Wux)
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<div class="tripdate" id="1993_s33">1993-07-18</div>
<div class="trippeople"><u>Wookey</u>, </div>
<div class="triptitle"> Further - continuation of previous rant </div>
MTS &amp; Wook put in some hammock bolts - MTS failed to get into hammock at all - laugh - well nearly. Dropped a bolard down tiny hole - boo. <br /><br />Went to the end. Found Lummat's pitch rigged - went down to dead end - grrr. Measured &amp; derigged (9m). Didn't give expected ramp up to continuation on far side - it was a pitch. So went to 9m at the end. MTS &amp; then Wook power-drilled down 20m ramp to big chamber. Passage back led to previous 2 QMs. Passage to R draughted in &amp; led to small pitch. Huge passage forward went about 30m to dead end - grr. Tiny rift on L is t.t. Draught at end came out of roof - bugger. Did soil pitch 1st - easier - unsure of depth/difficulty so bolted it - proved pointless - abbed about 3 feet. More windy passages at bottom ------&gt; lots of draught. 1st rift too tight, lots of sandy passages beyond - goes to a tight, dodgy soily bit to big space - &amp; a 10m pitch. <br /><br />Went to climb: fairly hard, but had threads at all difficult points. Only went 10m to a big space &amp; more pitch. <br /><br /><a href="scrof0.png"><img src="/years/1993/scrof2.png" width=492 height=484 alt="Scrofulosity area sketch"></a>
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<div class="tripdate" id="1993_s30">1993-07-19</div>
<div class="trippeople">Julian Haines, Julian Shilton, <u>Alistair Morris</u>, </div>
<div class="triptitle"> 161 - KH Rescue Poss&eacute; </div>
Wookey woke up at 10 am, we asked &quot;where's Clive ?&quot; - &quot;Um, err, dunno&quot; was the reply. Last saw him at Knossos. He was out of the cave at 4.30 am and back to Top Camp at 5:30am assuming Clive was just prussiking slowly. But no sign. So Julian S disappeared off to the entrance. Me + Julian H followed once it was found that Clive wasn't at base camp. Clive's gear was at the entrance, so we headed off down. We eventually found Clive prussiking up Poxy. He was generally alright having slept for 1/2 hours, got horrendously lost at Boulder Alley. He may write his own bit later. Well I wanted to see KH, but not really this way. Love + hugs, ALI xx <br /><br />T.U. = 3&frac12; Clive = 27 hours (counted elsewhere)
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<div class="tripdate" id="1993_s35">1993-07-20</div>
<div class="trippeople">Wookey, <u>Pete Lord</u>, Mike Pigram, </div>
<div class="triptitle"> 161 - The Far End </div>
Took camping gear down to Beehive and then went caving to utterly the far end. The SRT (Silly Rope Tech) was fairly exciting. With mental rigging leading to some free climbs that shouldn't have been. The &quot;Three Wise Men&quot; rigging in particular was very ... special. We found that we'd managed to lose the Hilti driver, and so decided to rely on the bolting kit that had been left just between TWM. However, on getting there we decided that the bolt driver was missing, so we were completely without any means of putting spits in. Wux &amp; Petel surveyed some scrotty passages &amp; found a pitch (v. tight) with 3s+ drop, whilst MTS rigged another pitch off naturals. By this time we were all shagged, so returned to campsite at Beehive. Having consumed our vestas, we retired - Wux to his thermarest on the ground, MTS &amp; Petel to their hammocks strung off spits across the passage. Seven hours later we arose, with Wux having had 6 hrs of sleep &amp; MTS &amp; Petel having no sleep after being strapped into hammocks. Veggie meals led to another days caving with MTS &amp; Wux surveying whilst Petel descended new scrotty pitch series, left going due to lack of things to rig off. After that days caving we gave up as it was too awful - mud everywhere and no bolting gear (thats why we jacked, honest). So after a thoroughly awful trip out with too many tacklesacks we emerged into the rain. 38 hrs (Wux)
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<div class="tripdate" id="1993_s36">1993-07-22</div>
<div class="trippeople">Julian Haines, Spencer Davey, Alistair Morris, Anthony Day, <u>Julian Todd</u>, </div>
<div class="triptitle"> 161 - France </div>
The other four departed from Top Camp an hour before I did and were still faffing at the entrance. One hour later, Spencer was still not underground. I poked around in an unmarked hole, then thought about going down. Met Spencer before 2nd pitch (there are only two pitches) and waited a bit more. Apparently Anthony fucked up on the Algeria rebelay by clipping _around_ the loop of the rebelay (thus wedging krab over knot) instead of through the loop. He didn't die. Or even fall. The task was to explore the hole in the wall opposite the pitch rope (free climbed, but now had a prussiking rope). On the other side is &quot;Twin Tubs&quot;. Two pitches, one next to the other. The closer one (which you have to traverse over) is the &quot;Washer&quot;. The other one is the Drier. Julian H rigged Washer on Wook's BCRA prize rope while Anthony and Ali did work on the Drier (more bolts required 'cause of ledges). J.H. asked Spencer if he wanted to go down it or survey (with me). Spencer opted to go down. Julian H surveyed with me. We were fairly efficient. And got around to Washer (after part of Drier). Shouted down to Spencer. &quot;It doesn't go&quot;, he said. Ali went down. Came back after a poke around. Very silently. Due to the water. Then we waited for Spencer to come up. It definitely sounded like a Monkey House down there. Groans and cusses. Julian H identified problem as bollocks. This was confirmed. He must have attached the tackle sack to his scrotum instead of central MR. A &amp; A were &quot;cringing&quot; behind a boulder with each wail of pain. J.H. and me surveyed down. An appallingly rigged 5m pitch bolted to a boulder was below this 26m pitch. I went down. It was a standard boulder jam that makes you feel intimidated and unwilling to poke around too much. We got out. Horrible drippy pitch which makes water pool in your oversuit bum and fill your wellies. (Before this, Ali and Anthony discovered that their route merged with this route so J.H. handed them the survey equipment.) I cleared out of the cave early. Too cold. It was raining (it fucking rains all the fucking time. This country has a weather woman, not a weather man, thats why its so crap). I walked back in caving gear with 3m visibility, many backtracks necessary 'cause to lose the path would have been epic. It took over an hour. The others arrived at 3:15 am (I got to Top Camp at 1 am) after shoving in a few bolts in readiness for their next pushing front. 13 hrs (the others)
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<div class="tripdate" id="1993_s34">1993-07-23</div>
<div class="trippeople"><u>Dave Galvin</u>, Julian Shilton, Hugh Adams, </div>
<div class="triptitle"> 161 - entrance </div>
Felt enthusiastic. Went to cave mouth. Lost Enthusiasm. Went home. I was underground, honest)<br> Julian S \ (looking into a nice (ie. doesn't go anywhere) hole<br> DCG } 2 min at first snow plug on way to cave)<br> Hugh / <br /><br />YOU IDLE BASTARDS
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<div class="tripdate" id="1993_s37">1993-07-25</div>
<div class="trippeople">Julian Haines, <u>Alistair Morris</u>, Pete Lord, Hugh Adams, </div>
<div class="triptitle"> 161 - France </div>
&quot;Shitty when wet&quot; <br /><br />A bright sunny day dawned over base camp so the intrepid explorers raced up to top camp, then sat, festered, ate a vesta, took some photos and eventually trogged over to the cave. Soon ish people began to drift into the entrance. Soon Julian and I were in Algeria. I placed a spit at the top of question mark at the east side of Algeria. Julian went down one of the holes in the floor, unfortunately found more QMs looking a bit like this: <br /><br />[sketch plan &quot;Drawn by Julian H Aged 3&frac34;&quot;] <br /><br />This is a highly accurate grade 6C survey of course. He wasn't drunk though. <br /><br />As I came around the corner to find Julian with the spits there was a sudden change in the noise and water level. Algeria went wet. [There was 2&frac12; inches in 15min at base camp] Once Seb, Hugh and Petel had got to Algeria it was too wet and windy to push so we went back out. Seb was slowish on the way out. I got out &frac12; hour before Julian H. I was cold so Hugh and I headed back. Julian H waited for 1 hour, made voice contact with Pete, everything was OK so also headed back. The weather was shite. Pete and Seb got lost slightly [an arrow points to this word from the caption &quot;fucking loads&quot;] on the way back and eventually got back to top camp 3 hours after Hugh and I. Hugh + Julian H - 4&frac12; hours<br> Pete + Seb - 6 hours <br /><br /><a href="#id1993-161c-6">Previous trip</a> / <a href="#id1993-161c-8">Next trip</a> (derigging)
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<div class="tripdate" id="1993_s38">1993-07-27</div>
<div class="trippeople">Julian Haines, Pete Lord, Hugh Adams, <u>Dave Galvin</u>, </div>
<div class="triptitle"> 161 - France - Derigging </div>
Derigging France <br /><br />Because Ali had to get an early lift to Bad Ischl to catch his train, we decided to be ultra efficient and had left base camp by 6.30 am. Stopped for breakfast at top camp and woke them up there. We were underground by 10, and headed straight down to Algeria. Derigging was fun - but not as much fun as hauling the rope out ! Hugh volunteered to bring a full Goldflash out from Algeria - after the first few prussiks he rapidly regretted it ! Meanwhile, we made a slight error on the tacklesack front, and so Julian H and David G ended up taking out overflowing tacklesacks, Julian hauling about one hundred metres of rope out the 1st pitch hand over hand. There was much ranting from all four of us at the cave mouth, but we were appeased by a brilliant blue sky and the arrival of Spencer + Anthony to cart away gear. David G 6 hrs<br> Julian H 6&frac12; hrs <br /><br /><a href="#id1993-161c-7">Previous trip</a> / <a href="../1994/logbook.html#id1994-161c-1">Next trip</a> (in 1994)
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<div class="tripdate" id="1993_s39">1993-07-27</div>
<div class="trippeople">Clive George, <u>Julian Todd</u>, </div>
<div class="triptitle"> Base camp - Hang gliding </div>
Hang-gliding in a west wind (crap direction) <br /><br />I tried 2 flights. First was rubbish - no lift at all. Passing German laughed &quot;ten minutes&quot;. Fuck off. Tried again after buying Clive and Seb an ice cream. This time managed to soar below take off on west face close enough to the rock to see my shadow. Most of the time I shared airspace with a helicopter which flipped here and there and once passed by dangling a dead cow by its neck. I reckon this is a good symbol for this expo. <br /><br />T/above ground 40 mins
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<div class="tripdate" id="1993_s40">1993-07-27</div>
<div class="trippeople">Wookey, Mike Pigram, <u>Julian Shilton</u>, </div>
<div class="triptitle"> 161 - Far too far </div>
Went to Far Too Far to pick up two tacklesacks and drill. God it was awful. Wooks &amp; MTS looked at nasty hole in Tblocks. Didn't go. That drill battery is a little fat bastard ! The two hard bastards each pulled dozens of tacklesacks out through S'not (6 bags between 2 for Gods sake). Wookey drops large rock (it was fuckin huge) about 20 ft onto Julian S (who is a complete wimp and was making fucking heavy going with Geraldine and LFB). It hurt. A lot. I shouted. A lot. Bastard. Wux + MTS prove superhero status by taking the baggies all the way out. I was knackered. <br /><br /><a href="#id1993-161-19">Previous trip</a> / <a href="#id1993-161-21">Next trip</a> (final derig)
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<div class="tripdate" id="1993_s41">1993-07-28</div>
<div class="trippeople"><u>Wookey</u>, Mike Pigram, </div>
<div class="triptitle"> 161 - derigging </div>
The last derigging trip ! <br /><br />Waited till torrential rain turned to sensible rain (11 am) Fixed 3 ! broken poles on my crap expensive Wild Country tent. Trogged up to cave, went caving - down to Knossos in 25 mins (1 hr 15 from Top Camp !) <br /><br />Efficient derigging - out after 4 hrs - still bloody raining. <br /><br /><a href="#id1993-161-20">Previous trip</a> / <a href="../1994/logbook.html#id1994-161-1">Next trip</a> (rigging in 1994)
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<h1>1994 EXPO - SUNSHINE BOOK</h1>
<p>4/7/94 | Plateau | Sean
<p>Walked up to top-camp, walked down and got blisters. <u>But</u> it's still
sunny.
<p>F.S.K.
<p> &lt;--- What a lot of toss.
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<div class="tripdate" id="1994_s01">1994-07-05</div>
<div class="trippeople"><u>Alistair Morris</u>, Pete Lord, </div>
<div class="triptitle"> 161 - Rigging entrance a </div>
First written up trip of Expo. - Rig - basically rigged to Poxy, went to Boulder Alley and came out, all the ropes were _too_ short, so some conservative rigging required. got very slack, came out. _TU = 5&frac34; hrs_
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<div class="tripdate" id="1994_s02">1994-07-05</div>
<div class="trippeople"><u>Mike Pigram</u>, Sean Houlihane, Andrew Davidson, </div>
<div class="triptitle"> 161 - Rigging Knossus </div>
Followed Ali and Petel down to the top of Boulder Alley where they went home. I rigged Knossus and went home too. <br /><br /><a href="#id1994-161-1">Previous trip</a> / Next trips:
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<div class="tripdate" id="1994_s03">1994-07-05</div>
<div class="trippeople"><u>Anthony Day</u>, Mike Richardson, </div>
<div class="triptitle">161 - rigging France </div>
Mike rigged in France as far as Algeria, I watched. Pottered around in Algeria for a bit, then prussiked out at lightning speed.
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<div class="tripdate" id="1994_s04">1994-07-06</div>
<div class="trippeople"><u>Anthony Day</u>, </div>
<div class="triptitle"> Base camp - Started raining </div>
<pre> V----- WHAT IS ALL THIS CRAP 6/7/94 Started Raining .... [small cloud graphic] - THIS IS A CAVING BOOK No, it's a log book, and ..and Helen wound everybody up about expo hardly anyone mentions logs money for a whole day :-) at all. (miserable bitch AJD) Ha Ha Ha (H.12 ^)<br> </pre>
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<div class="tripdate" id="1994_s05">1994-07-07</div>
<div class="trippeople">Helen Twelftree, Sean Houlihane, Mike Richardson, Ralph Harwood, <u>Andrew Davidson</u>, Andrew Atkinson, </div>
<div class="triptitle"> 161 </div>
Pushing trip through tight squeeze off Gnome passage (off Dreamtime). Only person to have got through previously was Wookey. Andrew and Sean were supposed to go down France with Anthony, but he jacked due to so-called &quot;bad weather&quot;. Andy A went through first and started putting in a bolt at the top of small pitch at end of squeeze - divested of all SRT gear and with rope tied to foot. Sounds of hammering transmitted through rock and curses through air. Andrew D followed with Andy A's gear - almost broke left knee trying to get round sharp bend but after consultation with Sean turned onto back and got through somehow. Sean tried to get through, got stuck, reversed, tried again, got through. Ralph decided he couldn't make it, so he and Mike returned to surface, and Helen joined us. Andrew D put in first ever spit at top of next pitch - 25m, with much help from Andy A. It was a pretty shit spit, but nevertheless decided to trust it. Andrew D's SRT gear at far end of squeeze since no-one had brought it through, so abseiled down to ledge on Andy A's descender, and was stranded there as Andy A came down and rigged a deviation to the bottom. The two Andys came back up and Sean and Helen went for a stomp at the bottom - found another pitch with 4 second or 2 x 3 second drop time - to be pushed on Saturday, then we all came out - squeeze was even worse coming back. Got out about 11.30. Sean and Andrew D got lost on way back to top camp. First new bit of cave of Expo ! <br /><br />[Helen continues] <br /><br />Well he's missed a few interesting bits: Sean originally got stuck in the squeeze. Because he was pushing his helmet and light, these got left in the squeeze... He did eventually make it after working out that his back wouldn't go round a 90&deg; bend (in squeeze) on the inside. I followed, managing to light my carbide tube (rescued by Sean) on the way, followed by lighting my hair.... <br /><br />The pitch and stuff is all as Andy D2 says, well, except for the comedy rigging.... I'm not commenting on the bolting, just the knot pass 2 metres from the top of the 25m pitch, then a deviation that takes a bit of swinging to get to. The know pass would have been ok, except my foot loop was too long and I had to re-tie them hanging from the rope... The squeeze on the way back was .... interesting. I got a tad stuck but not for too long, lit my hair again (getting stuck with your hands trapped and your head in your carbide light isn't too clever !). Anyway, much faffing later we got out. walking back in the dark was ok (Andy A didn't get lost), we saw some lights up above us.... Sean and Andy D2 lost on the plateau. Anyway, we all got back ok by about 1 am. Sean at this point decided to go back to base camp... Ho Hum. (H. 12 ^) <br /><br />[Ralph adds] <br /><br />Having heard Sean getting stuck, and judging our comparitive height and sizes, I decided it would have been a bit tight for me, so with a large dose of common sense, Mike TA and I decided to leave those already through to push on, whilst we went out. We got out of the cave at 21.15 and were cooking a vesta by 22.15 at top camp. A nice first expo trip, but a pity it wasn't a bit bigger. <br /><br />T.U. 9 hrs <br><center>save MTA &amp; Ralph TU 7 hrs</center>
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<div class="tripdate" id="1994_s06">1994-07-08</div>
<div class="trippeople">Mike Pigram, Alistair Morris, <u>Pete Lord</u>, </div>
<div class="triptitle"> 161 - Far north </div>
Trolled down to Knossus (tun te tum) with 4 tacklesacks then got another one so we had 5 + a rocket tube then we went to the tyrolean and I rigged it pretty slowly and then I climbed up the other side it was shit the rigging is crap so did Mike then Ali came across and ranted and then we went to the campsite and had some soup and found the Vestas we left there last year were OK and then we went to 3 Wise men and I got &frac12;-way across and then Ali said his arm hurt and could we stop caving now please and although me and Mike really wanted to go and push the end we had to come back because we weren't tired really but had to come back and then we came down to Base camp because we wanted to get drunk. The End Love Pete. <br><center>Ali, _Petel_ 9&frac12; hrs</center>
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<div class="tripdate" id="1994_s07">1994-07-08</div>
<div class="trippeople">Anthony Day, <u>Dave Collins</u>, </div>
<div class="triptitle"> 161 </div>
Failed to find bolt driver at main entrance and so it became impossible to do anything to keen. Since I am very novice at S.R.T. the trip took a lot longer than it should have. Anthony took me down France, as far as the bottom of Toothless. On the rebelay just before the bottom of Toothless I got nicely strung up by accidentally abseiling too low. My chest jammer got twisted and so I was unable to get the rope into it to prussik back up. Eventually I got past the rebelay by Anthony prussiking up to it and hauling me across. A bit of a cock up really ! At the bottom of Toothless Anthony went off to the right to examine a new lead. Sadly !? he was unable to pursue it because of lack of a bolt driver. We then both prussiked slowly out of the cave. <br /><br />T.U. 7 hours
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<div class="tripdate" id="1994_s09">1994-07-10</div>
<div class="trippeople"><u>Mike Richardson</u>, Andrew Atkinson, </div>
<div class="triptitle"> 161 - Driller Killer </div>
In a fit of enthusiasm following a plateau washout returned in the morning from base camp &amp; got underground at 2.30 pm. Very fast (1 hr or so) down to Gnome II with 140m of rope and geraldine. Then spent 50 mins moving same &amp; some SRT gear &amp; other garbage to get the next 10m or so. Wot a bar-steward. Rerigged the knot pass and thence down to where Sean &amp; co. got to. Scrotted about in the rift to get to the pitch only to find that Geraldine didn't want to play, hence &quot;Driller Killer&quot;. Andy put in a bolt by hand while I drilled 5mm, then I put in two bolts while Andy did 5mm - so abandoned her. Down 35-40m pitch (actually 27m !! :-) and broke into bedding plane with loadsa passages. Most promising lead led eventually to 3 sec. drop into mega rift. Survey out doing 50 legs - what heroes. and dragged Geraldine, now less the power cable, out. Wot a bar-steward II. Out at 0400 am. Walked back in gathering dawn, really nice, makes the plateau all worthwhile.
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<div class="tripdate" id="1994_s08">1994-07-11</div>
<div class="trippeople"><u>Pete Lord</u>, Sean Houlihane, </div>
<div class="triptitle"> 161 </div>
MTS &amp; Ali were going to come too but they didn't so we jacked so we went prospecting &amp; we found a big hole but fuck knows where it is &amp; then me &amp; Sean went caving to the far end so we zoomed down to the campsite 1 hr 45 mins. then my electric broke then we had a cup of soup then we zoomed out 2 hrs so that was it then we came home. Sean doesn't drive slowly. The End Love Pete TU 4 hrs
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<div class="tripdate" id="1994_s10">1994-07-11</div>
<div class="trippeople">Mike Pigram, <u>Alistair Morris</u>, </div>
<div class="triptitle"> 161 - France </div>
We first both went down to re-rig the top of France, then went down a hole 25m dead end, then another icy, I farted and needed to get out very rapidly. That's it really. <br> MTS TU 10 mins
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<div class="tripdate" id="1994_s11">1994-07-11</div>
<div class="trippeople"><u>Anthony Day</u>, Ralph Harwood, Helen Twelftree, Andrew Davidson, </div>
<div class="triptitle"> 161 - FRANCE </div>
_TEAM FAST, EFFICIENT &amp; DESPERATELY HARD GO CAVING_ (somewhere else) <br /><br />The plan was to rig/survey/derig the big pitch found last year at the bottom of Toothless, which was thought to probably link into Twin Tubs, which sounded like a suitably Noddy trip, then move onto some of the leads off Algeria on the following days. Laugh. Scout jacked at the cave entrance because of his ankle, but that still left four people and one bolting kit, so a lot of sitting around followed whilst we put in five bolts just getting to the head of the big pitch which we failed to descend at all, though we did rig a fine deviation of which Ralph and I were rather proud. I then went down to Algeria to rescue some hangers and rigged the &quot;Y-hang deviation&quot; off two shit spits down Frogs Legs. Emerged to find that Ali &amp; MTS (slack jacking bastards) had put in a traverse line down the cave entrance, which was jolly helpful - I always go wrong there.
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<div class="tripdate" id="1994_s12">1994-07-12</div>
<div class="trippeople"><u>Helen Twelftree</u>, Andrew Davidson, Anthony Day, </div>
<div class="triptitle"> 161 - France </div>
Went back to finish rigging/surveying/derigging, Ralph jacked due to a knackered leg. Rigged the new pitch (&quot;Top Loader&quot;) with a Y-hang from the bottom of the rift pitch (&quot;Standard deviation&quot;), then a deviation off the right hand wall for a free hang down the pitch (which is jolly fast on 9mm). &quot;Top Loader&quot; comes out into &quot;Washer&quot; as expected. Rope rubs a bit so we all went out via the usual route to Algeria, some surveying got done, as did the derigging.
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<div class="tripdate" id="1994_s13">1994-07-12</div>
<div class="trippeople"><u>Andrew Atkinson</u>, Olly Betts, </div>
<div class="triptitle"> 161 - Gnome </div>
Found another idiot to go down Gnome on a quick trip just to put a bolt on. Trundled off to the bottom, Olly only unripping a bit on the corner but swearing never again. Another one lost. Got to pitch, put bolt half in lots of cracks so gave up. Climb onto boulder suspended in the middle of the pitch got too scared must be time to go home. In Driller Killer, saw the drill lead so went down to get it. Decided it was a little dangerous so called Olly to stop just as I reached a little too far and found myself stuck upside down in a rift. PUSH - oh shit - PUSH - oh fuck - OLLY - Spent the next 20 minutes upside down edging slowly out. Balls leg stuck back to the start. Wonder when the rescue comes. Another 20 mins dying of carbide - eventually the right way up. Quick push thro a too small hole and a slow prussick to home, saying not to go again. Well not till the next day.
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<div class="tripdate" id="1994_s14">1994-07-13</div>
<div class="trippeople"><u>Andrew Davidson</u>, Ralph Harwood, </div>
<div class="triptitle"> 161 - France </div>
&quot;We'll rig, survey and derig today, then look at Sultans of Swing tomorrow&quot; : thus quoth Anthony, so on the third day Ralph &amp; I went down to finish the surveying and derigging ! Zoomed down to Standard Deviation and surveyed up the rift to &quot;CM on wall&quot; (take your pick from three plausible looking carbide marks at the bottom of Toothless). What an easy trip ! Short trips are the biz. <br /><br />T.U. 4&frac14; hours
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<div class="tripdate" id="1994_s15">1994-07-13</div>
<div class="trippeople"><u>Mike Pigram</u>, </div>
<div class="triptitle"> 161 - Gnome </div>
Went to look at a ? which is on the way to Gnome. It involved going the other way from usual at the bottom of a pitch (probably Eyehole). After a bit of bedding plane there was a pitch with a rebelay all on naturals. After traversing through some rift, there was a horribly tight pitch (~12m). At the bottom, dribbled out of a tiny hole so I happily got out of the cave having crossed off a ? <br /><br /> T U 2 hrs
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<div class="tripdate" id="1994_s16">1994-07-14</div>
<div class="trippeople">Andrew Atkinson, Robert Bloodworth, <u>Mike Richardson</u>, </div>
<div class="triptitle"> 161 </div>
Thought we'd introduce Bob to K-hohle's massive chambers &amp; stomping passageways so went on another trip to Gnome ! Got to where Andy &amp; Olly had tried to bolt, carried on, split rock, decided rock was total shit, so rigged from lower down via hole in floor on naturals. Anthony put in a typical ABD (Anthony Bastard Deviation) later converted to a still pretty awful rebelay. Down at the bottom of the rift ... footprints - someone has been here before*. Some scrotting about later, Andy popped out above Over the Rainbow. Hurray ! Out via the Chunnel, Snot etc. &amp; no Gnome passage squeeze !! Back to base camp for river &amp; expo dinner. <br /><br />* Later discovered from survey to be Vestabule. <br /><br /> T/U 5 hours
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<div class="tripdate" id="1994_s17">1994-07-15</div>
<div class="trippeople">Julian Haines, Robert Bloodworth, Steve Bellhouse, <u>Kate Janossy</u>, </div>
<div class="triptitle">161 - France </div>
Went to look at the big muddy shelf off Sultans of Swing. It leads to a huge dried up river (Mississippi). This leads to a pitch into a chamber with a rift going off. Probably doesn't go anywhere but worth another look (and proper rigging). The first passage (Mississippi Mud Pie) on the left leads to a big pitch. Noone went down - left it for next time. The second passage on the left is also big. We gave up at a short climb up to a smaller bit near the ceiling &amp; came back to do some surveying. This might go but will probably end up near Mississippi Mud Pie. Kate found a small scrotty bit of wiggly stuff leading into a big chamber. Surveying it will be really grim (Called Mohr im Hemd &amp; Regurgitation after Kate's efforts at the dinner). <br /><br />Surveyed Mississippi and Mississippi Mud Pie. 250m of cave ! There's lots more to be done too. Suddenly everyone has got all keen to go caving. <br /><br />FRANCE TU 13 h
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<div class="tripdate" id="1994_s20">1994-07-16</div>
<div class="trippeople">Andrew Atkinson, Robert Bloodworth, <u>Mike Richardson</u>, </div>
<div class="triptitle"> 161 - Driller Killer </div>
Bob must be on keen-ness pills. A mere 9 hours or so after his France trip, back down to Driller Killer. In via Snot &amp; the chunnel with a fettled geraldine. On arriving at Vestabule, Andy &amp; Mike TA scrotted about a bit, and the latter popped out into Stomping without doing the pitch ! Yeh !! So now we can get to the bottom of Driller Killer without ever going via Gnome II. <br /><br />Set off down Stomping, part way along, Andy remembers that hangers are at pitch in Vestabule, sigh. Andy &amp; Bob carry on with Geraldine to derig KnotWhat &amp; Driller Killer by pulling rope through. Yours truly goes back to get hangers, then rigs traverse line at the bottom of Driller Killer to get to opposite passage; then mostly excavates alternative crawl to stop boredom. Andy &amp; Bob return with Geraldine to rig pitch into chamber .... Geraldine (working at top of KnotWhat) now packs up - battery buggered. SIGH&nbsp;! Bolt by hand in awkward place, descend .... various pitches off&nbsp;!!! Climb up opposite side of chamber to .... various passages off (so, what's new ?). Follow one until Andy says &quot;Mike, have you been here, there's footprints&quot; - &quot;No, don't think so&quot; ... carry on a bit ... &quot;Mike - you have been here before&quot; ... pop out at the bottom of Driller Killer _again_. Survey back round loop (traverse line not strictly needed anymore as only turn off surveyed to conclusion) and also Stomping/Vestabule connection. <br /><br />Stagger around with Bob's Bastard Big Bag full of recovered rope &amp; hangers &amp; dump the contents just above OTR as now knackered. Prussik slowly out to a fine morning. Lug Geraldine back (again ....) <br /><br /> T/U 13&frac12; hrs ? ^--- 14&frac12; hrs ---^ <br /><br /><a href="#id1994-161-8">Previous trip</a> / <a href="#id1994-161-10">Next trip</a> (final derig)
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<div class="tripdate" id="1994_s21">1994-07-16</div>
<div class="trippeople"><u>Olly Betts</u>, Ralph Harwood, Anthony Day, </div>
<div class="triptitle"> Plateau - Surface survey P147 to cairn on summit of Vord </div>
1623/136 is linked to the summit cairn of the Vord. Schwarzmooskogel, but this isn't linked anywhere, so to link it to the net around 161, we surveyed from P147 (fixed station at 1623/147 entrance). From 147, we headed east initially and zig-zagged up the slope, then along the top to the summit. We signed the book in the green box, and looked at CUCC visits in past years, and then hacked down vaguely south towards the path from the Loser Hut to top camp. It was not too hard, but cairns are scarce. Near the end we discovered a cave marked +185, which is odd 'cos 1623/185 is 2 year's gestation, which is by 161. The red paint was fairly faded, but it was definitely 185. The entrance is slightly constricted and then opens out to a 2m or so diameter shaft. Stones drop for a second or 2 and then rattle. We didn't see any bolts. Bearings 284.5&deg; to Zinken, 235&deg; to Loser. Here's a map of how to reach it from the top camp path: <br /><br /><a href="185map.png"><img src="/years/1994/185-2.png" width=563 height=124 align=left hspace=10></a>Webeditor's note: Approx north on this pic is very approx. In fact it is roughly due east.<br clear=all> <br /><br />You shouldn't be able to miss it, but if you reach a sandy depression, you've gone too far. It is _definitely_ not 158, BTW, as I've been there since. <br /><br />I also checked out a couple of shafts (one off the KH path and one on the Vord. ridge). Neither went and they now sport red + signs. <br /><br />No T/U.
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<div class="tripdate" id="1994_s18">1994-07-17</div>
<div class="trippeople">Julian Haines, Alistair Morris, Anthony Day, <u>Kate Janossy</u>, </div>
<div class="triptitle"> 161 - France </div>
Back down Mississippi. Julian + Ali found loads of stomping cave while Anthony and Kate had a lovely time surveying bloody Mohr im Hemd. We went and looked at Regurgitation first. It has a boulder floor with lots of holes (surprise, surprise), and one possible lead in a rift with stream running at the bottom. Probably all go down to the same level about 10-15m below the floor. Surveying Mohr im Hemd was a bit like eating 10 of them - starts off OK but with a sense of worse to come, then gets appallingly tedious, then bloody grim. Average survey length 1.8m. I didn't quite realise the consequences of being all keen and crawling down small things on my first Expo caving trip. Error ! Anyway, enough ranting. Anthony may add to this. He was not very happy by the end. <br /><br />Julian + Ali returned with tales of loads of big cave, which I don't know much about. <br /><br />_Ali_ We found lots of big cave. Two naturals produced an excellent Y-hang, leading to a large chamber with more passageway, coming off, about 100m down this passage, another pitch into chamber with no footprints. Left led to a pitch with a spit, soon stopped. Right up an interesting climb with bits breaking off led to stomping phreatic passageway (300m) to a large pitch 45m deep - is this STELLERWEG, the connection so dream for by all the compsci nargs. <br /><br />Is it fuck ! Not likely mate. <br /><br />France TU 9 hr
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<div class="tripdate" id="1994_s19">1994-07-18</div>
<div class="trippeople"><u>Alistair Morris</u>, Heather McAdam, </div>
<div class="triptitle"> 161 - France </div>
Kate reliably informed us that she had cleverly left the compass + clino at Missisipi, so as Heather needed some string practice we went off caving. Went firstly down the hole near 161c that me and Mike rigged on a previous trip of epic proportions, for SRT practice. Then France itself. I went down entrance rift with Heather then as she was quite happy fucked off down to Missisipi where the number of survey kits was ZERO !! So came back out. Had a poke at a tube going off &frac12; way down Deja Vu, it's rift similar to top of Toothless but doesn't appear to go but the French haven't been there - untouched mud. Then bits started collapsing so I came out. The survey kit was in Kate's kit at the ENTRANCE !!!
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<div class="tripdate" id="1994_s22">1994-07-19</div>
<div class="trippeople">Julian Haines, Pete Lord, <u>Steve Bellhouse</u>, </div>
<div class="triptitle"> 161 - Mississippi </div>
Back down to Mississippi to survey the fat wads of cave already found. I was _too keen_ and legged it off down the cave forgetting to put my clothes away. (It rained) (rant). <br /><br />Anyway, by the time I'd got the rope out of Kate's crap, scrotty passage (can't remember what its called )(Mohr im Hemd) Pete and Julian had already found wads more cave. What a surprise. <br /><br />Rigged and stomped down to the wet shaft where spits had been found previously. Then guess what ? Caving is shit and it all went wrong. Due to the tape being shagged, Julian had put it in _MY_ dangly bag when I had thought he had put it in _HIS_ and I left mine behind as I didn't need it. So I had to go back and get it. <br /><br />Anyway, after all that messing about we surveyed lots of cave, met up with another surveying trip (Andy A, Anthony, Kate) then decided what to do next. <br /><br />We sent them to survey somewhere else, then we went to survey a side passage and scrotty pitch. <br /><br />Due to 'Scientific accuracy' (said Pete) and nothing to do with Pete and Julian collaborating to send the fuckwit down the slimy pitch, I went down a pointless dead end hole with a tape measure while Fatty and Petel stood at the top. <br /><br />After that we pissed off. <br /><br />P.S. My clothes were all piss wet so I got lost on the plateau in my caving gear.
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<div class="tripdate" id="1994_s23">1994-07-19</div>
<div class="trippeople">Andrew Atkinson, Kate Janossy, <u>Anthony Day</u>, </div>
<div class="triptitle"> 161 - Ginger Crunch </div>
meanwhile surveyed &quot;Ginger Crunch&quot;, &quot;Rich Tea&quot;, &quot;Hobnob&quot; passage, &quot;Digestive&quot; pitch and &quot;Biscuit Factory&quot;, eventually linking up with the other surveying team at the entrance to &quot;Heart of Gold&quot;. It was so exciting. Andy's survey station at the head of Ginger Crunch (chosen so as to give a good hang to the floor) was quite entertaining to reach, _especially_ when one of the hand holds detaches itself from the wall (I ignored the fact that the pitch was rigged off two flakes of similar dimensions). The backup (&quot;It was a traverse line&quot;, Julian H) at the top of Digestive also proved to be irrelevant after Andy breathed on it from the wrong angle and it fell off. <br /><br />As if that wasn't enough fun for one day, we then went and surveyed a bit off the side of Mississippi (called &quot;Fudge Brownie&quot;) as far as a climb up an overhanging bank of choss, where the compass (mercifully) misted up terminally and we ran away. <pre> TU Julian }<br> Andy A } 9 hrs<br> Petel } - Due to variable<br> Steve ] 10 hrs prussikking speed<br> Anthony ]<br> Kate 10&frac12; hrs </pre>
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<div class="tripdate" id="1994_s26">1994-07-20</div>
<div class="trippeople"><u>Andrew Atkinson</u>, </div>
<div class="triptitle"> 161 - Quest for the holy generator thingy </div>
Once upon a time not long enough ago a frustrated caver (with a very short memory) went up a dangerous path (the toll road) to face unknown dangers and the glory of a working carbide light by recovering the missing piece. The journey was tretrous (it was raining and Olly was driving) but he battled on and eventually reached the dragons (rabbits) hole. He donded his armour undeterbed by the onslaught from the gods (it was pissing down) and eventually descended into the icy depths. Battling his way on thro' touchous lands (Snot, chunnel, vestible, stomping) he eventually found the hidden land (Dreaming of limo) to recover the trophy mounted on a rock (read lying in a puddle). Returning along the same route with only a diversion to Dreamtime to collect x metres of rope so no fool could be misled again he strode towards daylight only to have one of his bags of treasures snatched from his grasp by the automatic doors. He emerged into the sunset (well, it was an hour to sunset and it was still pissing down) purged of his need to cave for another day. <br /><br /> TU 3&frac12; hrs <br /><br /><a href="#id1994-161-9">Previous trip</a> / <a href="../1995/log.htm#id1995-161-1">Next RHR side leads trip</a> (1995) / <a href="#id1994-161-11">Next 161 trip this year</a> (Siberia)
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<div class="tripdate" id="1994_s24">1994-07-21</div>
<div class="trippeople">Mike Pigram, Steve Bellhouse, <u>Pete Lord</u>, </div>
<div class="triptitle"> 161 - FRANCE 161c </div>
(note ordinary order of date, compscis) <br /><br />Intention was to take Robert TWC caving (or let him take us after we'd pointed him at the entrance). But he didn't turn up, so we foolishly went anyway. Pissed off. Nearly jacked at many points. Then went. Down to Algeria in 30 mins. Went to look at mudslope which lies to left at right turn in big rift / collapse chamber (&quot;Ginger Crunch&quot; I think, but fuck knows about all these biscuit names). MTS climbed up using a bolting hammer to pile loads of choss down on his unwitting belayer &amp; eventually got to the top after much fear. Ends in a pitch straight down again too dangerous to bolt &amp; that is hopefully the end of that - this bit is dangerous. Steve threw some boulders at us &amp; then we went to continue survey of lead off Mississipi (Fudge Brownie as I believe it has amusingly been dubbed). Surveyed to rift whilst MTS bolted to descend rift, also surveyed small side passage which bypasses crawl. Rift rock too rubbish so bashed spit, but found climb down which leads to 2 points at which rift could be descended (2 + sec drop + [?]ing): <br /><br />[graphic] <br /><br />Then we were pissed off so we went out. Emerged to rain. <br>(Not slackers, just efficient).
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<div class="tripdate" id="1994_s25">1994-07-21</div>
<div class="trippeople"><u>Olly Betts</u>, </div>
<div class="triptitle"> Plateau - Surface wandering </div>
Andy A went down to Vestabule to find a dropped bit from his carbide so I went for a wander on the plateau, with the intention of looking for some of the laser rangefound points, 0/1 to 0/6. I ended up finding 84, then headed east and a bit north to 107 and 83. which are meant to be by 0/5. Mike Martin's sketch in the 1987 logbook looks something like this: <br /><br />[graphic] <br /><br />Now, 83 is actually on the other side of the gully (assuming north is approx. up page, and it doesn't work at all otherwise*). The whole area to the south of the gully has lots of bunde on it, and there's a fair bit to the north too. I checked all the rock I could get to near the gully and didn't find it. After about 45 minutes I gave up &amp; returned to camp. Maybe a GPS would help, but you could be pretty close and still not spot it. (it's an 8mm spit, possibly with a blue nylon tag or blue paint triangle round it). <br /><br />* I've since noticed that Wolfh&ouml;hle is actually approx SSE of 0/5, so MM has shown the gully's upper end as wider than the lower end. I did poke around where this should mean 0/5 would be, but didn't spot it. I'll try to pop back for another look before the end of Expo.
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<div class="tripdate" id="1994_s28">1994-07-21</div>
<div class="trippeople">Andrew Atkinson, <u>Olly Betts</u>, </div>
<div class="triptitle"> 161 - Push Exhaustion Pitch (Burble area) &amp; survey </div>
Andy's too lazy to write this up so I'll just mention the &quot;high&quot; lights. We found a few hundred metres of passage, ending in a 3&frac12; seconds drop pitch (rift in the floor stuff, rather like Shell pitch in Puffball). Should be riggable as a Y-hang then straight down. Rocks land with a wet noise, so expect water and/or mud. We surveyed from the junction with the new passage back to a known point, which took ages due to widdly passage, the mud and my eyesight. It's all jolly cold and draughty, and has thus been named &quot;Siberia&quot;. I got jolly tired on the way out (I had told Andy I'd be slow) - I'm beginning to see how Julian S feels. <br /><br /><a href="#id1994-161-4">Previous trip</a> / <a href="#id1994-161-12">Next trip beyond Knossos</a> / <a href="../1997/log.htm#id1997-161-11">Next Siberia trip</a> (in 1997)
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<div class="tripdate" id="1994_s27">1994-07-22</div>
<div class="trippeople">Julian Haines, Anthony Day, Alistair Morris, <u>Heather McAdam</u>, Martin Sabry, </div>
<div class="triptitle"> 161 - France </div>
France - Pushed a ridge (rift ?) at the end of 'Fudge Brownie'. Found it linked to previous shaft surveyed by Steve. Rock _very_ unstable but what's new ? [Julian, Martin + Heather] <br /><br />Mean while, Anthony + Ali went - to Skeleton in the Cupboard (pitch at end of Infinite Improbability Drive) to connect the survey with Fat Not Fruity at Julian's suggestion. Julian is a fat bastard. The pitch (rigged off two shit French bolts, one barely adequate French bolt and a dubious natural) was a little drippy at the top and a _miserable pissing waterfall_ at the bottom. Five damp survey legs later we ran away and met up with the others, including Julian, who was nice and dry. AJD. <br /><br />On the way up - Heather nearly killed everyone by knocking off a ginormous rock - and both her lights died - but she got there in the end (eventually). TU 7&frac12; hr <br /><br /><a href="#id1994-161c-12">Previous trip</a> / <a href="#id1994-161c-14">Next trip</a> (derig)
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<div class="tripdate" id="1994_s31">1994-07-23</div>
<div class="trippeople">Andrew Atkinson, Kate Janossy, Steve Bellhouse, <u>Martin Sabry</u>, </div>
<div class="triptitle"> 161 - Photo trip </div>
Photo trip K H messing, and the campsite is fucking cold. Photos of Strange Across Fall, Poxy, Chunnel, Knossus. All sponsorship photos shit apart from [illegible] as Andy did not adjust focus, sigh ! Good trip.
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<div class="tripdate" id="1994_s29">1994-07-24</div>
<div class="trippeople">Alistair Morris, <u>Pete Lord</u>, </div>
<div class="triptitle"> 161 - Derig Far End </div>
It was fucking hard. We were fucking shagged. <br> TU 7 hrs <br /><br />PS - 1993 Tyrolean rope is somewhere at the bottom of Strange Upfall. If anybody wants they can go and get it because I'm fucking not. It was crap. Luv Pete. <br /><br />P.P.S. The inner of the tent, some carbide is at the campsite at Pipeless. Also if you want to get it, you're fucking welcome too. Love &amp; hugs, Ali <br /><br /><a href="#id1994-161-12">Previous trip</a> / <a href="#id1994-161-14">Next trip</a> (final derig)
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<div class="tripdate" id="1994_s32">1994-07-24</div>
<div class="trippeople">Anthony Day, Julian Haines, <u>Martin Sabry</u>, </div>
<div class="triptitle"> 161 - Fudge Brownie </div>
Push, survey, derig France beyond Fudge Brownie. Finished rigging at rift beyond Fudge Brownie [two words illegible]. Rocky Horror Surveyed to bottom of rift connecting to Steve's passage. Found another rift 20-28m down, fucking scary because loose as Ali's ass after a bean feast. 2 leads either end, but requires real caving. Very good trip. <br /><br />P.S. Tackle sacs full of rope and bolting kits is _shit_ gear. <br /><br />- Tackle hauling is also shit gear. Took 5 hrs to derig from Algeria, with a couple of diversions whilst I went &amp; measured the length of a survey leg nr top of Frogs Legs that I had failed to record, and failed to derig entrance pitch deviation so had to go back down &amp; get it. Performing a changeover whilst attached to a sod off tacklebag is _really_ shit gear. AJD.
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<div class="tripdate" id="1994_s30">1994-07-25</div>
<div class="trippeople">Andrew Atkinson, Mike Pigram, Olly Betts, <u>Steve Bellhouse</u>, </div>
<div class="triptitle"> 161 - Derigged from Knossus </div>
Derigged from Knossus, really tedious, nothing interesting happened except Olly throwing a tackle sack off the top of Bungalow, which Mike went to rescue.
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<p>So, that was a very frustrating day. We can move this cave to the 'mostly lost' pile.</p> <p>So, that was a very frustrating day. We can move this cave to the 'mostly lost' pile.</p>
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