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Sorry about all the crap that surrounds the image tags which has been imported along with the content
when UK Caving blogs have been parsed.
Exported on 2025-07-20 15:07 using either the control panel webpage or when editing a logbook entry online
Exported on 2025-07-20 18:07 using either the control panel webpage or when editing a logbook entry online
See troggle/code/views/other.py and core.models/logbooks.py writelogbook(year, filename)
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After signing the logbook at the base of the cliff, we started up the last and hardest ferration of the day: a very upwards and very vertical section demanding a lot more involvement of the arms than previously was required. Being the hard cavers we are, the only real issue we encountered here was our inability to read German, which resulted in a few minutes of confusion as to whether the sign along the route was indicating we required a belay or not (turns out it was referring to a route we weren't doing). Once this hurdle was overcome (google translate coming in clutch) and the via ferrata had been ferrated voraciously, we were faced with an important decision. The sky was clouding over, and some of the group had forgone proper precautions and not brought full waterproofs. So, to the car, or to the cheese?
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After careful consideration, evaluation of our resources (four coats between five, and several dead or almost-dead phone batteries) we decided that the wisest course of action was to just wing it and do both. We split up, Alice and Jonty heading to the car (Jonty with no waterproofs and Alice actively refusing to take the waterproofs she'd packed in my bag) and Hannah, Ella, and I continuing on in search of cheese, with only Ella's barely-functioning cave phone with a photo of the via ferrata info board for navigation.
After careful consideration, evaluation of our resources (several dead or almost-dead phone batteries) we decided that the wisest course of action was to just wing it and do both. We split up, Alice and Jonty heading to the car (Alice actively refusing to take the waterproofs she'd packed in my bag) and Hannah, Ella, and I continuing on in search of cheese, with only Ella's barely-functioning cave phone with a photo of the via ferrata info board for navigation.
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As the three of us continued on, it became increasingly apparent that the map on the via ferrata info board had been rather heavily simplified, and it slowly dawned on us that we really didn't know where we were, and all we could do was continue on and hope the forest track we were following would eventually intersect the road. Fortunately, morale was high despite the weather and navigational issues, mainly thanks to Hannah's Wonderboom blasting Cosmo Sheldrake from Ella's phone as we began to truly embrace being lost in the woods. As I trudged along that forest track, rain beading my forehead as Cosmo sang to the song of an ancient cedar tree, I became increasingly convinced that I'd found my way out of the realm of humanity, and into some other world, in which the forests never end. There, lost amongst the trees, we were overcome by whimsy, and veered off the path to throw ourselves upon a luxurious bed of moss. There we lay, the rain gently spattering our faces as we gazed up through the canopy and towards an infinite expanse of grey, laughing to ourselves and to each other as we revelled in the freedom of being lost.
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