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 <div class="triptitle">plateau, Gruffalo - No such thing as bad weather (just idiots who go out in it)</div>
 The first day of the 2°C prospecting hellfest! Having decided to set off Wednesday morning to enable a night of drinking and roistering in the tatty hut loft on Tuesday night, an intrepid gang of cavers set off for top camp with various missions in mind. Keeping to my self-designated role of Prospecting Princess, I corralled a crack team of Hamish and Dylan to revisit one of the promising entrances which Buck and I had discovered on the plateau-bashing bonanza the previous Saturday. Following the inevitable pre-departure faff we set off on the Balcony route at about 11am, turning off at the Tunnocks Col (around 47.694787,13.821477) to head west roughly following the route previously taken. It was cold and overcast, with low cloud constantly threatening rain. The entrance proved far more difficult to find than we’d anticipated, requiring several spates of bunde assault and downclimbing vertical cliffs. However, Dylan eventually managed to track the entrance down and we began assessing our options.
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 <img width="40%" alt="Entrance to Gruffalo" src="https://expo.survex.com/expofiles/photos/2025/JoelStobbart/pigs_in_there_with_utm.jpg">
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 <i>the entrance to the cave now known as Gruffalo, previously called Pigs... In There?</i>