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<div class="tripdate" id="2025-07-07a">2025-07-07</div>
<div class="trippeople"><u>Lara</u>, Becka, Charlotte, Hannah Collings, Harry, Russell</div>
<div class="triptitle">KH - Topo diagrams</div>
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<div class="trippeople"><u>Becka</u>, Charlotte, Hannah Collings, Harry, Lara, Russell</div>
<div class="triptitle">KH - KH camp and Topo diagrams</div>
The dire weather forecast led us to an innovative solution: camping in KH and pushing whilst the deluges occurred. We shuttled some kit the previous day then on the day descended with two bags each. We hadn't got a camp site set but saw a flattish, muddy area right at the bottom of the two 161G entrance pitches at the start of the passage to 161H.
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This was draughty so we built two walls and put a tarp against one which blocked some. Water was easily collected from nearby drips (steady streams once the rain started). After setting up camp it was too late for a full pushing trip beyond Staircase 36 so we went on a tour of KH entrances. Having entered by G we exited briefly at D (still sunny) then F (checking out the leads marked on the survey ... several of which seemed to be fantasy or at least requiring downgrading but a few seemed worth pursuing - Tunnel survey has now been updated) and E (which only Charlotte managed to exit via ... she managed to squeeze over an unstable boulder which, if it moved, would block you in. Russell failed to wrestle it away and the rest of us decided the risk wasn't worth it. Finally we went out of H by which time it had started to rain so 4 entrances for us and 5 for Charlotte.
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<div class="tripdate" id="2025-07-09d">2025-07-09</div>
<div class="trippeople"><u>Alice</u>, Chris D, Ella, Jonty</div>
<div class="triptitle">Balkon - A Tale of Two Season Sleeping Bags</div>
After several days of unprecedented rain and unprecedented festering, it was decided that we must brave the biblical conditions and venture up the hill. With a predicted weather window that afternoon and another on Friday, it was decided that we’d probably only be flooded in to Balcony for 2 nights so an attempted camp was entirely reasonable and sufficiently unlikely to end up as a 4 day extravaganza. Chris was the driving force behind this plan, Ella enthusiastically volunteered, and Jonty and I agreed following a little persuasion.
<p>
Faff ensued. It was mid-afternoon by the time we departed top camp, but since this coincided with a lull in the rain, we deemed this ideal timing. We split into our two pairs almost immediately, with Chris and Ella heading in first to finish the bolting and rigging of Mongol Rally, with Jonty and I following behind to fettle the rigging and add an unreasonable amount of bolts. First up was the entrance pitch, which needed re-rigging onto a rope of a more appropriate length. Other tasks for the way down included tightening the traverse lines on Natural Highs, adding an extra rebelay and deviation to Honeycomb, and finishing off our major alterations to the traverse at the base of Hangman from our previous trip. As a result, it was after midnight by the time we arrived at the top of Mongol Rally.
<p>
Assuming Chris and Ella would have long since reached camp, we set off down Mongol Rally. However, at the big ledge halfway down, we found 5 tackle sacks, including the 2 enormous camping bags that had been left there on our previous bolting/rigging trip. We whooped, and much to our dismay Chris and Ella whooped back. So much for having a bed ready for us when we arrived. Chris shouted up to us to bring the bags down. Jonty and I exchanged a look. We were already somewhat over-encumbered with 2 bags each. Reluctantly, Jonty selected one of the enormous camping bags, and another smaller tackle sack. He rigged his descender, then asked me to clip a fifth bag to him. He was very hung. Possibly the most hung person on this expedition. His bags also almost certainly weighed more than he did. He set off down the pitch. I sighed. After Jonty’s valiant efforts, I had no choice really but to take the final 2 bags down the pitch.
<p>
If Becka had been there to watch what happened next, I would probably have been described as the second most strung up person she had ever seen (beaten only by Joel in Devious Hole a few days earlier). The bags descended below me on either side of the rebelay and twisted and tangled beneath me. The mess could only be resolved by prussiking up to the previous rebelay and abandoning half my bags in anger. This move would see me re-ascending Mongol Rally almost immediately upon reaching the bottom to go back and collect them.
<p>
It was 4am by the time we reached camp, but fortunately the tent was now set up. Chris made an excellent housewife, preparing us a delicious dinner of curry and couscous as we snuggled down in our sleeping bags. Most people slept well, apart from Jonty who shivered violently all night. We initially put this down to his location at the edge of the tent, in contact with the rock wall. However, further investigation in the morning determined that his sleeping bag was unexpectedly thin and apparently both “two season” and “base camp only”. This was quite an unfortunate discovery, as there wasn’t much that could be done about it at this point.
<p>
We finally left camp at 3pm, having enjoyed a leisurely morning and lots of couscous for breakfast. Our plan was to rig Tartarus, but upon arrival discovered the pitch to be running water. We also took one look at the rope that had been de-rigged from it last year and determined that it was more mud than rope. In need of an alternative plan, we decided to take the rope back to the water source to wash, and on the way back see if any particular leads took our fancy.
A bouldery slope did. Jonty and I set about bolting it to protect the climb, making what is normally a one person job into a two person job by passing every single item of bolting kit between the two of us at each bolt (“’ammer!””Spanner!”). I put in the second bolt in, at an impressive/terrifying angle, depending on how you think about it. Jonty clearly didn’t think about it too much as he nearly immediately clipped into it with his cowstails and hung his full weight off it. He did however do the rest of the bolting from then onwards and I returned to my role as kit passer. At the top, we climbed around on a bouldery slope for the best part of an hour before concluding that it went nowhere and there was nothing worthy of surveying, and so derigged the climb and headed back to camp.
<p>
The second night, I offered to take a turn in the two season bag. Jonty informed me that he generated more heat than me, an entirely unsupported claim. However, he did suggest that he should go in the middle for extra warmth. That night I discovered that the left side of the tent had a hole as deep as Tartarus down the side of the tent. Over the course of the night, I would struggle out of the hole, cling onto Jonty for dear life for a few hours before Jonty would shove me back down the hole to repeat the whole process. I guess I must have slept, but it certainly wasn't for long.
<p>
Once again our housewife Chris prepared us breakfast in bed. Unfortunately Ella convinced me to try the ASDA vegetable soup in my couscous, despite knowing full well it contained "scary bits" (Jonty informs me these are also known as croutons, I am unconvinced). Chris went to see a man about a dog, and returned with a concerning request for his emergency underwear. Ella went to see a woman about a cat instead, while Jonty convinced Chris to lend his compass to take a bearing of the cavelink, a far more difficult task than it would at first appear.
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We headed out of Mongol Rallywith the assistance of a red bull or two and a pack of snakes. Jonty and I reaching the surface at 5.30pm, and Chris and Ella a few hours later. As we were leaving top camp for the chips and showers of base camp, we met Becka and Lara on the way up. I immediately launched into a description of the hole the size of Tartarus and how I came to find myself in it. Lara began to laugh, albeit somewhat sheepishly. It turns out she had taken our fourth 4 season sleeping bag to the KH camp as well as her own, living a life of luxury in her two sleeping bags. She told Jonty to have several Radlers on her.
<div class="timeug">T/U: 51.0 hours</div>
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<div class="tripdate" id="2025-07-10a">2025-07-10</div>
<div class="trippeople"><u>Dyl</u>, Dan g, Joel s</div>
<div class="triptitle">2025-DG-02 - Rainbow bargains hohle - Rainbow Bargains Hohle 2 electric boogaloo</div>
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<div class="tripdate" id="2025-07-21b">2025-07-21</div>
<div class="trippeople"><u>Luke</u>, Alice, Buck, Hannah UG, Lara</div>
<div class="triptitle">KH 161 - Pushing beyond Enniskillen Toad Series</div>
KH – Pushing beyond Enniskillen Toad Series
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*the trip was so long that I’ve forgotten the exact timings.
<p>
After much excitement surrounding the last trip into to the far end of KH, with talk of large walking A leads, lots of people were keen to go and explore the delights of KH. We settled on a team of 5 which would split in to 2 teams once we got to the pushing front. With warnings of a long journey in and out we packed our bags and had a briefing from Lara the night before, we would attempt to leave at 9am.
<p>
We left the top camp at respectable time and got into the cave around 10:30am. With varying degrees of knowledge of the route we stuck as one group. After lots of walking, some crawling and plenty of acrobatic. I was in awe of the tenacity of the previous explores who managed to stay consistently in the horizontal level by bolt climbing, traversing and jumping across massive gaps. Hearing the rain start at around 2pm while in the Natural ways.
<p>
We got to the top of Enniskillen Toad around 3:30pm but got delayed bolting some rub (fluffy 11m) out of the top y-hang. After a slow descent owing to the 11mm we finally made it into the Meat Sofa chamber and could appreciate why the last group of explores got excited.
<p>
Alice bolted a traverse round into Hobsons Conduit while Luke watched.
<p>
Lara, Hannah UG and Buck went to kill off an A-lead.
<p>
Everyone reconvened just as Alice finished bolting the traverse.
<p>
Alice. Hannah UG and Buck went into to survey Hobsons Conduit.
<p>
Luke and Lara went off to bolt an exposed climb that the previous explores had free climbed too access the 1am shower. Quickly bolted a Y hang and then went off to explore noting additional leads that been missed in the previous early hours of morning surveying trip. Set off down the nearest A-Lead to the pitch which was surveyed to a boulder choke coming in under Meat Sofa. A B-Lead down a plug hole remains but appears to follow the rift below the floor.
<p>
Everyone reconvened in Hobsons Conduit where another traverse blocked the way. It was getting late but everyone agreed to continue for another hour. Luke bolted the traverse with 3 bolts and 3 bits off deviation tat forgetting how to tie a double fishermans half way across. While the others split into 2 teams too survey some loose ends. We finally started to head out at ~9:30pm*.
<p>
The trip out was slow. Staying as a group of 5 , to avoid anyone getting lost, we worked our way back through all the obstacles. Getting to the bottom of the drippy entrance pitch. Lara lead us out the tight (dry) crawling entrance which was not particularly enjoyable for the larger or bruised members of the team. Lara did a great job of navigating back up to the top entrance in the dark, having only done it once before in the early hours of morning after her previous epic trip. Back at the entrance just before 3am*, we found Big Tom having a nap in the entrance after an equally long trip in KH.
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Together we all walked steadily back, getting to top camp around 4am* for a quick curry and noodles and in bed for 4:30am.
<div class="timeug">T/U: 18.0 hours</div>
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<div class="tripdate" id="2025-07-22a">2025-07-22</div>
<div class="trippeople"><u>James W</u>, Frank, Ned H, Tom b, Janis</div>
<div class="trippeople"><u>James W</u>, Frank, Janis, Ned H, Tom b</div>
<div class="triptitle">Kaninchen jaeger - Pushing in shorts</div>
Prospected a new cave and tried to hunt the rabbit. Dropped a big entrance pitch and then via some creative rigging and damp pitches got to about 100m deep. Cave keeps going and is in a nice place. Shorts make bolting and surveying fun and then we left the cabe
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<div class="tripdate" id="2025-07-23b">2025-07-23</div>
<div class="trippeople"><u>Frank Tully</u>, James Waite, Ned Hopes, Thomas Beech, Janis Huns</div>
<div class="trippeople"><u>Frank Tully</u>, James Waite, Janis Huns, Ned Hopes, Thomas Beech</div>
<div class="triptitle">2025-ft-01 - 2025-ft-01 2025-ft-02 - Prospecting 2025-ft-01 2025-ft-02</div>
Sunny day with every weather forecast predicting biblical rain in the evening.
Walked over to the area below popper hohle, (likely to be called beginners luck).
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<div class="tripdate" id="2025-07-24a">2025-07-24</div>
<div class="trippeople"><u>philip s</u>, alice, ash, buck, frank, hamish, musky, james h, james w., lara, luke, ned, bigtom, wookey, janis</div>
<div class="trippeople"><u>philip s</u>, alice, ash, buck, frank, hamish, musky, james h, james w., janis, lara, luke, ned, bigtom, wookey</div>
<div class="triptitle">basecamp - rainy day</div>
lots of people down and a rainy day, very fine chili. A bit hot for wookey.
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<div class="tripdate" id="2025-07-24c">2025-07-21</div>
<div class="trippeople"><u>Luke</u>, Alice, Buck, Hannah UG, Lara</div>
<div class="triptitle">KH 161 - Pushing beyond Enniskillen Toad Series</div>
KH – Pushing beyond Enniskillen Toad Series
<p>
*the trip was so long that I’ve forgotten the exact timings.
<p>
After much excitement surrounding the last trip into to the far end of KH, with talk of large walking A leads, lots of people were keen to go and explore the delights of KH. We settled on a team of 5 which would split in to 2 teams once we got to the pushing front. With warnings of a long journey in and out we packed our bags and had a briefing from Lara the night before, we would attempt to leave at 9am.
<p>
We left the top camp at respectable time and got into the cave around 10:30am. With varying degrees of knowledge of the route we stuck as one group. After lots of walking, some crawling and plenty of acrobatic. I was in awe of the tenacity of the previous explores who managed to stay consistently in the horizontal level by bolt climbing, traversing and jumping across massive gaps. Hearing the rain start at around 2pm while in the Natural ways.
<p>
We got to the top of Enniskillen Toad around 3:30pm but got delayed bolting some rub (fluffy 11m) out of the top y-hang. After a slow descent owing to the 11mm we finally made it into the Meat Sofa chamber and could appreciate why the last group of explores got excited.
<p>
Alice bolted a traverse round into Hobsons Conduit while Luke watched.
<p>
Lara, Hannah UG and Buck went to kill off an A-lead.
<p>
Everyone reconvened just as Alice finished bolting the traverse.
<p>
Alice. Hannah UG and Buck went into to survey Hobsons Conduit.
<p>
Luke and Lara went off to bolt an exposed climb that the previous explores had free climbed too access the 1am shower. Quickly bolted a Y hang and then went off to explore noting additional leads that been missed in the previous early hours of morning surveying trip. Set off down the nearest A-Lead to the pitch which was surveyed to a boulder choke coming in under Meat Sofa. A B-Lead down a plug hole remains but appears to follow the rift below the floor.
<p>
Everyone reconvened in Hobsons Conduit where another traverse blocked the way. It was getting late but everyone agreed to continue for another hour. Luke bolted the traverse with 3 bolts and 3 bits off deviation tat forgetting how to tie a double fishermans half way across. While the others split into 2 teams too survey some loose ends. We finally started to head out at ~9:30pm*.
<p>
The trip out was slow. Staying as a group of 5 , to avoid anyone getting lost, we worked our way back through all the obstacles. Getting to the bottom of the drippy entrance pitch. Lara lead us out the tight (dry) crawling entrance which was not particularly enjoyable for the larger or bruised members of the team. Lara did a great job of navigating back up to the top entrance in the dark, having only done it once before in the early hours of morning after her previous epic trip. Back at the entrance just before 3am*, we found Big Tom having a nap in the entrance after an equally long trip in KH.
<p>
Together we all walked steadily back, getting to top camp around 4am* for a quick curry and noodles and in bed for 4:30am.
<div class="timeug">T/U: 18.0 hours</div>
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<div class="tripdate" id="2025-07-24d">2025-07-09</div>
<div class="trippeople"><u>Alice</u>, Chris D, Ella, Jonty</div>
<div class="triptitle">Balkon - A Tale of Two Season Sleeping Bags</div>
After several days of unprecedented rain and unprecedented festering, it was decided that we must brave the biblical conditions and venture up the hill. With a predicted weather window that afternoon and another on Friday, it was decided that we’d probably only be flooded in to Balcony for 2 nights so an attempted camp was entirely reasonable and sufficiently unlikely to end up as a 4 day extravaganza. Chris was the driving force behind this plan, Ella enthusiastically volunteered, and Jonty and I agreed following a little persuasion.
<p>
Faff ensued. It was mid-afternoon by the time we departed top camp, but since this coincided with a lull in the rain, we deemed this ideal timing. We split into our two pairs almost immediately, with Chris and Ella heading in first to finish the bolting and rigging of Mongol Rally, with Jonty and I following behind to fettle the rigging and add an unreasonable amount of bolts. First up was the entrance pitch, which needed re-rigging onto a rope of a more appropriate length. Other tasks for the way down included tightening the traverse lines on Natural Highs, adding an extra rebelay and deviation to Honeycomb, and finishing off our major alterations to the traverse at the base of Hangman from our previous trip. As a result, it was after midnight by the time we arrived at the top of Mongol Rally.
<p>
Assuming Chris and Ella would have long since reached camp, we set off down Mongol Rally. However, at the big ledge halfway down, we found 5 tackle sacks, including the 2 enormous camping bags that had been left there on our previous bolting/rigging trip. We whooped, and much to our dismay Chris and Ella whooped back. So much for having a bed ready for us when we arrived. Chris shouted up to us to bring the bags down. Jonty and I exchanged a look. We were already somewhat over-encumbered with 2 bags each. Reluctantly, Jonty selected one of the enormous camping bags, and another smaller tackle sack. He rigged his descender, then asked me to clip a fifth bag to him. He was very hung. Possibly the most hung person on this expedition. His bags also almost certainly weighed more than he did. He set off down the pitch. I sighed. After Jonty’s valiant efforts, I had no choice really but to take the final 2 bags down the pitch.
<p>
If Becka had been there to watch what happened next, I would probably have been described as the second most strung up person she had ever seen (beaten only by Joel in Devious Hole a few days earlier). The bags descended below me on either side of the rebelay and twisted and tangled beneath me. The mess could only be resolved by prussiking up to the previous rebelay and abandoning half my bags in anger. This move would see me re-ascending Mongol Rally almost immediately upon reaching the bottom to go back and collect them.
<p>
It was 4am by the time we reached camp, but fortunately the tent was now set up. Chris made an excellent housewife, preparing us a delicious dinner of curry and couscous as we snuggled down in our sleeping bags. Most people slept well, apart from Jonty who shivered violently all night. We initially put this down to his location at the edge of the tent, in contact with the rock wall. However, further investigation in the morning determined that his sleeping bag was unexpectedly thin and apparently both “two season” and “base camp only”. This was quite an unfortunate discovery, as there wasn’t much that could be done about it at this point.
<p>
We finally left camp at 3pm, having enjoyed a leisurely morning and lots of couscous for breakfast. Our plan was to rig Tartarus, but upon arrival discovered the pitch to be running water. We also took one look at the rope that had been de-rigged from it last year and determined that it was more mud than rope. In need of an alternative plan, we decided to take the rope back to the water source to wash, and on the way back see if any particular leads took our fancy.
A bouldery slope did. Jonty and I set about bolting it to protect the climb, making what is normally a one person job into a two person job by passing every single item of bolting kit between the two of us at each bolt (“’ammer!””Spanner!”). I put in the second bolt in, at an impressive/terrifying angle, depending on how you think about it. Jonty clearly didn’t think about it too much as he nearly immediately clipped into it with his cowstails and hung his full weight off it. He did however do the rest of the bolting from then onwards and I returned to my role as kit passer. At the top, we climbed around on a bouldery slope for the best part of an hour before concluding that it went nowhere and there was nothing worthy of surveying, and so derigged the climb and headed back to camp.
<p>
The second night, I offered to take a turn in the two season bag. Jonty informed me that he generated more heat than me, an entirely unsupported claim. However, he did suggest that he should go in the middle for extra warmth. That night I discovered that the left side of the tent had a hole as deep as Tartarus down the side of the tent. Over the course of the night, I would struggle out of the hole, cling onto Jonty for dear life for a few hours before Jonty would shove me back down the hole to repeat the whole process. I guess I must have slept, but it certainly wasn't for long.
<p>
Once again our housewife Chris prepared us breakfast in bed. Unfortunately Ella convinced me to try the ASDA vegetable soup in my couscous, despite knowing full well it contained "scary bits" (Jonty informs me these are also known as croutons, I am unconvinced). Chris went to see a man about a dog, and returned with a concerning request for his emergency underwear. Ella went to see a woman about a cat instead, while Jonty convinced Chris to lend his compass to take a bearing of the cavelink, a far more difficult task than it would at first appear.
<p>
We headed out of Mongol Rallywith the assistance of a red bull or two and a pack of snakes. Jonty and I reaching the surface at 5.30pm, and Chris and Ella a few hours later. As we were leaving top camp for the chips and showers of base camp, we met Becka and Lara on the way up. I immediately launched into a description of the hole the size of Tartarus and how I came to find myself in it. Lara began to laugh, albeit somewhat sheepishly. It turns out she had taken our fourth 4 season sleeping bag to the KH camp as well as her own, living a life of luxury in her two sleeping bags. She told Jonty to have several Radlers on her.
<div class="timeug">T/U: 51.0 hours</div>
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