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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 2025-07-19 16:07 using either the control panel webpage or when editing a logbook entry online
+Exported on 2025-07-19 17:07 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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T/U: 0.0 hours
+2025-07-18
+James Hallihan, Hannah C, Hannah UG, Harry Kettle
+KH - Pushing shrinking prospects
+After waking up and going for a piss, I bumped into Mr Kettle who asked what my plans were. My reply of “no idea” was met with “well, if you’re ready in ten minutes, you can come to KH with the Hannahs and I” so I quickly rushed over and got ready. Ten minutes later I left with Hannah Hannah and Charlotte who had left Harry on the grike planning to meet me as they didn’t expect me to be ready so quickly. We departed and met with Russel and Lara on their return from an epic exploration in KH and left Charlotte with them as we continued on our own. Surprisingly quickly we were kitted up and descending the KH entrance pitches to find much less ice and the base than Harry and Hannah C remembered. We progressed towards Harry and Hannah’s “grotty lead with not much prospect” rather uneventfully (besides me wishing I had more tread on my wellies). We ascended Staircase 36 and re-descended in to The Runnel Stone, got dressed and pushed on to the pushing front. We climbed down and began surveying the pitch under Harry’s instruction while Hannah C bolted the pitch. At the base of the pitch we got the shelter out while Hannah bolted a traverse towards the pitch we found. After Harry requested a stone to be thrown we listened out for the crash. A first thought of “that’s pretty cool” after a three second drop was followed three seconds or so later with an “oh fuck” as the rock finally exploded at the bottom. Harry and Hannah C went to bolt the pitch leaving Muscy Hannah and I to try and stay warm in the shelter. We lost track of time but after half an hour or so Hannah and I finished surveying to the pitch head, looked down the shaft in awe, turned around and prussiked to our fluff in The Runnel Stone. Not too long later Harry and Hannah arrived to tell us how they used 80 metres of rope and couldn’t see the bottom. Recovering from the shock, we headed out to warm up. The return trip was punctuated with me annoying Muscy Hannah by removing more and more layers, eventually ending up with nothing on my top half besides the thin MTDE oversuit. Waiting to ascend the Nossus pitch, my stomach rumbling and Harry checking his watch reminded me that it had been 24hours since I’d had a meal so I quickly inhaled a flapjack and we continued uneventfully out eventually reaching surface to catch the sun setting over the Alps – a pleasant sight after many days of rain.
+T/U: 9.0 hours
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2025-07-19
Lara, Frank
Basecamp - Glorious Chippage Salvation