Expo 2025

Alice and Jonty then went for a mega shop whilst Hamish and I began unpacking the loft.

Charlotte, Harry, Hannah C, and Chris arrived, shortly followed by the return of Alice and Jonty, finally getting us up to the eight people apparently required to successfully set up the bier tent.

Alice and I (successfully) tested the Blue Box's number plate on the toll road, then returned to basecamp to admire the now completed bier tent, which shortly thereafter facilitated the frying of 2025's first batches of basecamp chips, shortly before Russell and Joel.

Evening came, accompanied by some splashing around in the river and much packing of top camp bags. Jonty got the tatty hut wifi working shortly before Dan and Dylan arrived by train. No Ella in sight, however, as she became separated from them during a particularly faffy train changeover, and is now due in an hour later. Lara and Hannah UG due by car past midnight.

Then we arrived at Linz, with dan and Dylan exiting the train. Ella however, was hit with the most egregious faff ever seen. And then suddenly, the beep of the train, the rising of the step, the closing of the doors…and the train rolled away with Ella onboard. RIP.

After, a slightly mad panic and laughs at the nightmare of a situation, it was worked out that Ella could get the LAST train to Bad Aussee. Thankfully, all worked out, with us arriving in two groups after 18hrs and 19hrs. This was followed by some unsuccessful putting up of tents in what felt like a car park, but a good night’s sleep despite the tent looking like an old man’s ball bag.

At the ungodly hour of about 7:15am, we set off from basecamp, yawning and tollroad-bound. The weather was absolutely sweltering, and we made sure to lather ourselves with suncream and stock up on water. Chris, Harry, and Hannah were first on the trail to the col, whilst the rest of us faffed a bit. And then up the hill we went! We soon reached Stoneybridge, having made sure to reflector the plateau monster on the way (red eyes to instil appropriate levels of deference).

Due to an incredibly efficient chain of hands, the storage cave was emptied within an hour of our arrival, and focus shifted to setup beneath the bridge. Chris oversaw rigging of the first water tarp, and the tarp support was set up during a lengthy process which consisted of many dismissed ideas and scrutinisation of several old topcamp photos, before the decision was made to just wing it and lattice stuff to death. This resulted in a lovely, 'novel' setup which we decided would be sufficient, partially because it looked super cool and partially because it was getting late and we were craving basecamp chips.

Novel tarp rigging

After setting up the second water tarp, we headed down the hill, partially reflectoring the route on the way. I say partially because it turns out the reflectors left at basecamp (which we'd assumed were the reflectors taken off the col-topcamp walk at the end of last expo, and had taken up with us) did not in fact exist in sufficient quantity to reflector the route, and also a fair chunk of them were white on both sides. It's likely these were spares, rather than ones taken off the plateau last year.

During the walk up to Homecoming, we found a few promising holes that we thought would be worth prospecting further in a few days. Once at Homecoming, we donned our caving gear, and Ella rigged the first 3 pitches. This then allowed us to haul the ~1.2 km of rope out of Homecoming, which was left in a nice pile under a tarp to be transported to top camp the following day.

A rather tiring walk from Homecoming to Top Camp with caving gear and some rope was then done - rather exhausting in the heat of the day. The cool offered from the top camp tarp was enjoyed by the party, and noodles and a yap to the other groups offered a nice break from the long day's walk.

Finally, a nice stroll down from top camp - 18 kilos lighter this time - allowed us to get back to the car park and bottom camp in good time to enjoy Becka's delicious risotto.

A very fun but tiring first experience of the plateau. It is hard to imagine what the plateau is like to someone who has never been before, but it is far sharper than I imagined. It felt a bit like what I imagine the surface of the moon would be like, just with more gravity and less spacesuits :( Same lack of aliens though, unless we find them down the promising holes we saw on our walk.

Given the option of either bimbling up the plataeu to help setup top camp or the gruelling task of pulling up hundreds of metres of old rope out of homecoming, I decided to choose the former option as a nice introduction to expo. Once we arrived at top camp, I dumped all my kit in my Bivi in a (hopefully) non drippy area and looked out for tasks to help out with.

Mike suggested preemptively scouting out the route to KH as a group would be returning the next day, so I happily agreed to help out. Heading south east we plodded along, missing the Grike (as we were instructed to follow), arriving at a bunda forest. With no obvious way around we plowed though, popping out and carrying on following a path along the right edge of the plateau. After a considerable amount of time we realised we had messed up and headed far too south east. To remedy we turned sharply and followed straight in the direction of KH, which caused us to wade though a sea of bunda, do a fair amount of scrambling and scale the side of a cliff like mountain goats. To our annoyance the GPS coordinates were about 10m off the actual location of the cave, which cost us a lot of time waking and climbing in all directions trying to find the damn entrance. I found a window into the main entrance which allowed me to clap like a mad person whilst Mark searched for the actual entrance.

Eventually it was found, and we headed back with more or less the same difficulties that we had on the way here.

After spending the morning walking up to top camp and tarp-fettling, we set off after lunch with the task of reflecting the route to Balcony within an inch of its life. We aimed to search for pastures new after completing this task. Due to our extreme diligence, however, the search manifested less chronologically favourably than planned. Unperturbed, the B-team of Bonty, Bulia and Boel set off from Balcony with expectations of great cave.

Much like Columbus, the B-team took to naming parts of the plateau that had already been discovered, such as Japanese Garden and New Stoney Bridge. They soon found themselves looking across a vast expanse of bunde, which according to the entrances map had not been explored. From the viewpoint we had, there were some promising looking holes in sight across the valley. Unfortunately, due the unrelenting march of time and the distance in question, we had not time to investigate further. Instead we agreed to loop back around towards Balcony in order to make our way back. During a routine pincer manoeuver through some bunde, Boel stumbled across a hole in the ground - much to the excitement of the group. Given the proximity of the hole, it was decided that the B-team would drop it immediately as it was probably the next big thing.

Having cunningly packed bolting gear, including the new-to-expo Petzl Pulses, the top of the entrance pitch was soon bolted (following some scrutiny of the bolts' documentation booklet). The entrance proceeded down a shallow rift encircled by bunde before plummeting into a 10m shaft which could be traversed to a flatter patch of plateau beyond. Rigging was initiated from the far side of the hole i.e. the bunde direction, before a y-hang allowed descent of the pitch. Both Boel and Bonty bravely bottomed the beast, discovering a further pitch scores of meters deep which resonated with every rock despatched into its depths. With excitement building but time running short, it was decided to draw things to a close and return another day with sufficient equipment and people power to properly survey the passage and install further rigging. The B-team wrapped up and headed back via Balcony to convey the good news to the others at top camp.

Will you go, Wookey, go?

The hope: to be done with this early enough to go and push Joel, Jonty, and Julia's newly discovered cave SE of Balkon: 'Reflectorists'.

We set off up the hill along with Harry, Hannah, Ella, and Hamish, with Becka and Chris a little ways ahead. At the col we parted, with the latter two walking to Topcamp and the rest of us heading straight towards Homecoming. On the way we passed many very enticing holes, most of which had been logged in 2023 but not dropped. The plateau along that walk is practically swiss cheese!

Upon arrival at Homecoming, we had a break and some flapjack before packing rope (and a few bolt hammers and through bolts) whilst Harry, Hannah, Ella, and Hamish headed up to Garlic Camp to collect useful gear. We managed to take the majority of it, but there was still a considerable amount left.

We then set out across the plateau towards Topcamp, the sun absolutely sweltering hot, but very fortunately obscured intermittently by clouds.

We had a break at Fishface, spending awhile enjoying the cold breeze in the entrance. After saying hi to Becka, who was on her way to Homecoming to pick up more rope, we started back on the path.

This section of the walk felt like it went much quicker, since most of it was taken up by Joel and Jonty trying to remember all the many sections of the path they'd named on previous expos.

It wasn't until we got to the top of Mount Densham that Joel realised he'd lost his phone. We feebly attempted to locate it on google maps, but all this told us was that he was as Basecamp 13 hours ago, and we determined it had no signal by attempting to send it whatsapp messages. After a little discussion, we determined it had most likely been lost around Fishface, since it was the last place we'd stopped. Joel and I dumped our bags and headed back to Fishface whilst the others continued on towards Topcamp.

Oh my god, walking across the plateau is SO much nicer without a bag. You can jump!!! It was a lovely walk back, and we found Joel's phone almost instantly in the entrance to Fishface, propped against a wall. I refilled my now emptied waterbottle with some snow from the meagre snowplug at the entrance, then we headed back to our bags and onwards to Topcamp. Once we got back, we dumped rope and had some food. The Garlic Camp group arrived, having also taken some rope back from Homecoming.

Given that it was already around 2, and Julia needed to be down the hill for her train at 8, and Jonty had injured his ankle, we decided to head down the hill early, unfortunately abandoning our hopes of pushing Reflectorists for another day. We substituted Joel for Ella, as Joel was planning on sleeping at Topcamp, and started on our way.

The walk down went smoothly, but was incredibly hot. We passed Becka on the way back, who had managed to take the last of the rope back from Homecoming, leaving only the drum of metalwork there. After sweating through the rest of the walk, we finally returned to the carpark, did a quick shop, then headed to the lake via Basecamp for a very lovely and refreshing evening.

We did some fettling of the entrance series to prevent rub. One deviation still needs adding - a spit is already there a third of the way down the big pitch on the true left. Hannah did what she called ‘back seat rigging’ shouting up suggestions of what to edit.

We set off with confidence at the bottom of the pitch and immediately got lost. Luckily Chris’ memory and Hannah’s vibes ensured we didn’t go down any wrong passage for too long. I had unhelpfully fuzzy memories of every passage. This pattern continued, taking up quite a lot of time until the rope washing station.

Here it was packing more packing and trying to avoid mud unsuccessfully. Armed with three disgustingly heavy bags on top of our own we continued, and Chris regaled us with tales of expos past until we eventually found Honeycomb. I did my best to fall down a big hole by going straight at the last tuning but thankfully failed.

We zoomed down some very slippy ropes and Hannah nearly died on her simple multiple times (her words). And got to the crawl before Mongol Rally around 6:30

Here my true motivations became apparent: I had stuffed my tackle sack with a crowbar , a few spoons and a mess tin with the goal to win a fight with the crawl. Unfortunately by this point psych was low and we were all worried about how long the way in had taken us. Deciding we’d still been helpful in carrying the bags, we left them at the top of Mongol Rally for others to rig. In order of closest to the pitch to furthest they were: blue (three small ropes), green (two big ropes, one thick) and blue (one spare very big rope). There’s also a drill, hangers and maillons.

Wanting to at least have a token dig I spent 5 minutes whacking the crawl to surprising progress! It’s wider and was easy to dig. For the good of the collective others are required to give at least three whacks with the crowbar as they pass by.

Annoyingly the way out took no time at all. Some lovely prussiking and good caving and we were at the bottom of the pitch series in a few hours. We left some cairns in the hope others won’t struggle with nav as much as we did. Hannah blasted some music on a very fucked (although new) cave speaker for motivation for the last prussik and we emerged around 10.

On the walk back an ominous voice shouted to us over the plateau and we managed to ask Joel to put the kettle on from 15 minutes walk away. A lovely day out.

Written with additions from Hannah.

We took the following kit from garlic camp: - 7 camp beds - All the curries - All the oatso

We managed to pack three sleeping bags, four mats and a tent between us. A comical tug of war between moving forward, and being dragged down by our massive bags proceeded on the way up to balcony. At the balcony, me and Alice reveled at the coolness of the draughty shade, after a very sweaty walk, and finally regained the energy to cave.

Following closely in the footsteps of Lara Hannah and Chris from the previous day, we made sure to get a tad lost on the way to Honeycomb pitch from the bottom of the entrance series. Alice's memory led us most of the way, apart from one sneeky left turn which missed, leading to a lot of fun snooping around incorrect passages and dumping bags in inconvenient places. After a very exited sighting of the promised three dead bats (which looked more like boney spiders), we were finally sure to be enroute. The bags where left at the end of the tight crawl before Mongal Rally, and a good riddance to the extra weight and seamless ascent followed.

Having the previous day decided he was definitely taking a rest day today, Jonty ascended the hill to explore Reflectorist with Buck, Joel and Becka. This was following a long day the previous day of Basecamp -> Homecoming -> Top Camp -> Basecamp, and a mildly sprained ankle. Jonty was then again personally victimised by the plateau, despite having consistently bowed to the plateau monster on passing. Sometimes the will of the plateau monster is indecipherable by lower minds. Fortunately, Doctor Alice Kirby was on hand to apply magic cream to the scrapes - a nice change for her as Jonty did not try to kick or spit on her (being neither a llama nor in danger of castration).

Soon the group reached Stone Bridge and gathered supplies - including some flapbuck and jelly snakes - which Becka insisted she would never stoop so low as to eat. The Reflectorist team set off with the Balcony supply team, who were somewhat overencumbered with Balcony supplies. They had taken differing approaches to bag carrying, Alice carrying one backpack stacked onto the other, and Ella with a second bag hanging off her waist in front of her. There were advantages and disadvantages to each strategy, but neither was optimal. Alice's method ultimately ruled superior when Ella's rucksack chest strap ceased to perform both its task of suspending her second bag from itself, and being a chest strap.

Having made it to Balcony with no other predictable events occurring, Buck, Becka and Joel lent a hand to Alice and Ella to get their bags onto the Balcony balcony. Jonty decided to scoot down the far side of the hole underneath to replenish water bottles from the snow plug, predicting continuation of the sweltering 30 degree midday sun. The group was soon underway again, attempting to follow the recorded return track from the previous prospecting trip to The Reflectorist. There were multiple route prospects so the group decided to execute a pincer movement to find the best route. Buck and Jonty's pincer involved some slightly tricky moves, but they still proudly reached the convergence before the other pair, who almost definitely had chosen the better route. The cave entrance was finally reached, despite Becka's worries that the original prospecting team had forgotten where it was.

Jonty and Joel descended the first pitch to start paving the way, while Buck and Becka stayed top-side to calibrate the Distox and SAP6 that had been brought. Jonty and Joel spent the next hour gardening the bottom of the first pitch and top of the second pitch until it reached a state they were brave enough to descend. This involved some quite intensive manhandling of numerous large and small rocks, and some enthusiastic hammer blows. They then called up to the surface team who called back that they had not yet started the survey but had heard some very large rumblings coming from the floor. Soon, however, they were shooting their first legs and Jonty was on the way down the second pitch of the cave. About 10 metres further down, he encountered another ledge that took an additional half hour to garden, and a skyhook to drill a well-placed deviation. He then continued down the rope onto a boulder choke that unfortunately spelt the end of the cave. Of course the whole group was saddened by this news, but Becka decided this was a good excuse to start bodging some survey data.

Joel, on his inspection of the bottom of the cave, found a skeleton that he claimed to be rodent-like and then professed to be a Gemse. Its true origins remain a mystery though, perhaps even being some kind of proto-human. Nevertheless, Jonty and Joel began an ascent from the killed-off pit, reaching the surface to again be greeted by the glaring sun, with Buck following close behind and Becka shortly after, having helpfully derigged the cave. She did however express her surprise about how easily the Petzl Pulse anchors could be removed.

While Becka tidied her things away, Buck led Jonty and Joel to a nearby hole that he and Becka had found while meddling with the survey devices. The hole - 2005-06 - had been tagged but never dropped, as far as the group could discern. Given the groups existing presence with cave-dropping gear, a crack team of Joel was sent to check the cave, with Becka's instructions to perform a 'quick and dirty' operation. He performed some impressive bolting maneouveres and after only an hour reached the floor, 15 meters below, having dropped Jonty's safety glasses down the cave twice. Unfortunately this cave proved, again, to not be the one that would cement these CRESH members' spots as big-cave-discoverers - "2005-06 description: 15m pitch to a too tight continuation". Serendipitously, there was another snow plug at the bottom of this cave, which the group sent water bottles down for Joel to fill with, despite their earlier chiding remarks of Jonty's superfluous snow plug excursion, and his soon-after vindication when they tasted the icy goodness of his drink on this 30 degree day.

Joel was soon prussiking up the pitch with the ice bottles, where he reached the super short deviation, made of 2 carabiners, that Jonty had helpfully suggested he use when the sling he had had been going to use was too long. Unfortunately, Jonty's suggestion had made the deviation too deviating and very difficult to pass, causing an ensuing kerfuffle. There were various suggestions and gear sent down to Joel over the next 10 minutes, but he eventually unstuck himself with a cordelette 3:1, a microtraxion and a knife. Becka commented that she had never seen anyone quite as strung up as he had been. 2 hours after initiation, this quick and dirty operation had certainly succeeded in achieving one of those criteria, but Becka who had previously been getting very impatient had been cheered up by watching Joel try to escape his fate. This also meant the walk home would now be less hot and sunny than it would have been before the extra project.

The group decided that they would take the 'brave and direct' route back, which they decided would probably exist. There was an early, failed pincer movement, which resulted in a somewhat one-sided pincer when Joel had to solo backtrack his route which the other 3 had decided didn't look as promising. The group then discovered some promising looking holes that, when passed in previous years, had been snow-plugged, and may warrant further investigation. The route finally appeared from above top camp, with a last bit of bunde bashing before they emerged and finally could rest.

Hamish had his first go at bolting with Harry showing him the ropes and it was the first time for all of us using pulses, which are excellent but slightly scary with how easy they are to put in. Having dropped the initial entrance shaft, we were surprised to find that the cave kept going, leading into a further pitch which landed on a snowy slope. Descending the snowy slope we hit horizontal passage with an impressive ice column and stal. The passage headed off in two directions, we started with the obvious passage which led to a scramble up boulders into a chamber which didn’t go. Harry and I started surveying from here back towards the entrance whilst Hamish had a look down the other passage. We had forgotten nail varnish so resorted to scratching crosses in the walls as survey points. The other direction ended in a draughting sharp squeeze which Harry and I were unconvinced by as we weren’t in oversuits but Hamishes youthful enthusiasm was excellent as he cracked on in just a short sleeve tshirt and found it kept going.

There was a pitch after the squeeze and the rest of our rope was still on the surface which made a good excuse for going out for lunch with a chance to warm up in the sunshine. After lunch we headed back in and hamish rigged the pitch after the squeeze which led to more horizontal passage with a couple of dead bats in. We came to a boulder floored chamber which choked at the top end of the slope and a pitch at the bottom end. Hamish started rigging this pitch whilst Harry and I surveyed back towards the entrance. Hamish dropped down to a ledge and having run out of bolts we decided to finish surveying out and come back another day with more kit. Our new find was named Hahaha Hohle due to us all having names starting in ‘Ha’. We walked back down the hill, somehow getting a free beer off the barman at the Loseralm on our way down which was a great end to the day.

My sleep deprived mind deciding it would be a good idea to get in the car wearing croccs, Hannah C very kindly lends me her trainers.

Within 10 minutes of leaving the col, we come across a not-too promising rift and decided to descend it.

Geared up in a Helmet, SRT Kit, t-shirt and trousers I get my first ever experience of bolting and expo caving at the same time.

Descending onto the small snow plug at the bottom of the rift there was a hole on my right that went further down, so we decided to continue. On a single hang pulse bolt on the ceiling we descend onto a further snow plug, noting the cave going further down to the left with some ice pillars and a rocky alcove on the right.

I wait in the rocky alcove for the others to descend then continue bolting.

In the chamber with the ice pillars there is a rift going down to the left and a bolder slope going up to the right. We decide to check out the bolder slope that leads to a large chamber, where the far end of the chamber chokes out and to the left is a 3-4m crawl into a small avon that gets too tight at the top.

At this point we decide to start surveying from the little chamber outwards while i go back to bolt the rift.

After further inspection, choosing to free climb down instead the rift seems to end. I stuck my head in and decided that there might be something on the other side and might be able to fit throught and therefore worth checking out.

Harry and Hannah make the point that this is austria and that there is much more cave to discover, but i stick my head in anyway.

After getting mostly through the squeeze there was a drop and what i would call an A Lead.

I would have needed to step out onto a sketchy looking ledge and so, we pop out to the surface to have lunch before tackling this problem since people are starting to get cold.

After lunch we start bolting the pitch after the squeeze by sticking a bolt and handline in on the other side of the squeeze so I can step out onto the ledge safely.

Using the handline as a zipline harry slides the d rill, rope and hammer to me followed up by me having to find the single bit of non-shit rock near my precarious step to stick a bolt in.

After Ha and Ha are through the squeeze, we check out the lead which heads directly down into a tall fossil passage chamber with a sandy floor.

After i get over my excitement of the cave still going we go down a sandy slope crawl to the left entering a passage with muddy floor then into a short crawl over bolders into an chamber with a bolder slope up with a dead bat in the center.

At the top of the slope is another bolder slope in a large rift heading up to the left, and down to a pitch on the right.

The top of the bolder slope choked out, however there may have been a QM in the roof/above one of the larger bolders but would require an simple-ish bolt climb.

The pitch to the right was scary to approach due to the sketchy bolder slope.

Ha and Ha started surveying while I went back to get some rope, which was inconveniently left on the other side of the squeeze.

Cutting the rope at the bottom of the squeeze pitch i grab the rest of the rope and go back to begin bolting the next pitch below the sketchy bolder slope.

After gardening and getting 2 bolts in, Ha and Ha come back to me humming and haring where to put my last bolt to descend the pitch.

Noting that its getting late, we decide to drop the pitch now so we can either get it finished surveying or come back tomorrow.

Harry picks a wall to put a bolt in, and i drop the pitch. At the bottom is a little tunnle that heads to a water swept avon that connects to the top of the pitch but doesnt go.

On the other side is a little stream going around to the right. At this point i shout that it still goes, and prosuc out, coiling that pitch rope so it isnt crushed by any bolders should any fall.

Squeezing back out, which is surprisingly scrapy in a tshirt we ascend the entrance pitch, Ha and Ha getting it surveyed while i swap out the pulses for thru bolts.

After placing the Col fixed node and poking around I realized the remote admin key I used was for a node at home. I fixed this in the Col node and it needs fixing in all the nodes up the hill :( Another observation is I am not seeing position reports. So a few mesh things to do around base camp.

Next I flew the drone. The shitty closed source DJI control program made me login before it would let me fly. This was a bit awkward finding a place on the plateau I had enough data to actually create an account and login. Once I completed these tedious sets I launched the drone. I flew around quite a bit trying to take overlapping photos to examine at the tatty hut over beer. It is hard to see details on the phone used to control the drone. Then I took some photos of the team that came down the hill with Harry to go caving.

After recovering the drone I went to say the cave Harry found, just off the track to Garlic Cave. Yep, I've looked down it also. After they started down, I flew the drone around and took some more downward looking photos. The wind was building and storm clouds were building, so I recovered the drone and headed down the hill.

During all this I ran across 1976, 1623/198 (Maybe t198 in QField). The position in QField seemed a bit off, but I haven't worked out distance measuring in QField yet. The cave description https://expo.survex.com/1623/198/198.html suggests they found rock choke, so no hope of melting snow leading to new discoveries.

At this point, I hurried off the plateau and just beat the rain back to the car park. When I neared the car park the cable car wasn't running, but it was running again by the time I made it down.

Finally, I can complete my tedious basecamp paperwork!

We headed down to the pitch we had got up to the day before, and Hannah took over the rigging with guidance from Harry. Hamish, Lara and I followed on behind surveying. The pitch came down to a small stream and another short section of horizontal. There was a scary boulder slope of hanging death which the survey showed was directly below the boulder floored chamber above that we had just come from, which felt slightly unnerving. The way on led to another pitch series, which after dropping down a couple of small drops ended in a larger 20m hang. Hannah did some impressive splits getting a deviation bolt in on this.

At the bottom of this pitch, hopes were quickly dashed as we hit a 10m pitch into a sump. We had now hit our turn around time to avoid the rain, but now we were here we wanted to drop the pitch to the sump to confirm there were no ways on… this was sadly confirmed. We quickly finished the survey and turned around, aware that we may have pushed our luck with the weather. We derigged the final pitch but left the rest of the ropes in as there was one last hope of a traverse above the final pitch that we wanted to return to.

It turns out we had indeed pushed our luck and the final three of us up the entrance pitch got a good soaking and came out to heavy rain which made for soggy changing. We headed back down the hill once again.

After some hard nerding, I packed up and headed to top camp with the drone for some more drone flights.

We headed on to a large shaft we had passed on previous walks (p2023-ash-03 [Ed. This can't be right: 2025-ash-03 was discovered on 22nd July and this entry is on the 4th]) and I chucked my oversuit on over my clothes before starting to rig [Ed., presumably rigging 2025-hh-01 not ash-03], very glad that I did as it ended up being a very drippy prospect.

The shaft dropped onto an ice plug with a hole at one end which we descended through, once below the ice the meltwater coming off it was rather unpleasant. We hit a very drippy ledge below and the cave was still descending; we were hoping it would crap out as it was so unpleasantly wet. I continued below the ledge as far as I could get on the rope we had and could see the passage continued heading down, this is technically a lead but very unappealing. We headed back out doing the hastiest survey possible and continued prospecting further along the path.

We saw a couple of snakes on the way which we identified as European black vipers after a later google. Harry dropped a 10m shaft which was choked at the bottom, the coordinates on this were 47.69079 N, 13.80601 E - named p2025-hh-01. We then came to a very promising and draughty hole which Harry got very excited about. Harry started rigging and I came following after, feeling rather bad crushing Harry’s hopes when I noticed some thru bolts on the opposite wall part way down. This turned out to be P323, we later checked the logbook and it is named Amphitheatre. We headed back out and decided to call it for the day and head back down the hill.

I returned to top camp and picked up the final surface node and the drone and headed toward Balkon. On the high points between Stone Bridge and Balkon, after some faffing around contemplating line of sight an things, the last node was placed by the path.

At this point I transitioned into drone pilot.

I tried descending to the prospecting party, but ended up cliffed out in bunda. I returned to top camp via the way I came.

A slightly ungraceful survey performed by Buck and Ella followed; including a minor mishap involving a rock, Ella above a loose climb, and Buck’s poor knee. The cave started off as a 5m walk, and then a 3 meter climb down into a crawl going back on itself for another 3 meters before it chokes.

Meanwhile, Lara and Joel began an abseil into a more exciting looking hole nearby [33T 411454 5283151] ‘Ghast Hohle’, another wide hole with a promising looking section after the obvious bottom. Great frustration followed after Joel sighted evidence of previous bolting, yet no evidence has yet been found referencing this online.

And so our journey continued. A ‘pincer’ approach was adopted for dropping into the next valley, where the team of Joel and Buck followed the left, and Ella, Lara, Hamish traversed towards the right. We met in a valley below, exchanging many tales of immensely draughty holes that lead nowhere found en route. Three came of note. A snow plugged shaft of about 2 by 2 meters, with an obvious natural above [HW-00, 33T 411166 5283242]. Another Joel found: a strongly outwards drafting shaft with an overhang above, at least 5m deep but snow plug obscures continuation, but does not block the whole shaft [JS-04, 33T 411160 5283056, later named Gruffalo]. ‘Ella’s draughty hole’ [EM-01, 33T 411159 5283234], a small almost human sized hole with a howling draught, with notable depth determined by dropping rocks.

Now reassembled, the prospecting prophets continued up sweltering hot terrain. Formidably, the plateau didn’t have much mercy on either Ella nor Joel’s shorts. After much-a Bunda bashing, Ella’s resembled something more of denim thongs. Joel’s had also developed a tear, which for-sighted a similar trajectory.

Thankfully, the materialisation of holes returned to being in rock, when we stumbled upon yet another possible cave, ‘Clockwork Orange’ [JS-02, 33T 410756 5282937]. This one had 4 different entrances, congregating in a 6 meter shaft which was dropped but choked.

With an ominous overlooking of dark cloud, the final prospect of the day was prompt. We arrived at a long and thin slice, 1m wide and 6 across. This had been found previously but not dropped, named Blitz Baum Schacht [33T 410634 5283186]. Ella descended to the bottom of a 20m rope, another 5m is yet to be dropped with promising draught and possible continuation at the bottom.

The delightful promise of gnocci with custard powder powered our plateau plod back to top camp. The end.

[Debut Cave, now renumbered as 2025-LB-01, was discovered on this trip. But it has coordinmates (from New Cave Sheet) of
47° 41' 47.80" N 13° 48' 58.80" E
i.e. 33T 411187.93 5283259.24 or 47.696611 N 13.816333 EPhilipS.]

[Photo showing hamish taking a photo of ellas arse through her ripped shorts while lara looks on in bemusement]

From the 2025 Mission page:

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These UTM coordinates can be converted to lat/long using https://expo.survex.com/expofiles/tools/index.html ]

We set off in the morning after a reasonable amount of faff. And Chris forgetting to put Jonty on the callout. Chris went ahead to "get his things ready", really it was probably to get some peace. When the other three arrived, Zen Chris quickly became Disturbed Chris. Unfortunately, his trusty peruvian rice bag had failed him, resulting in a quite damp oversuit. He used this reason to sit up above the balcony in the sun while the others went down to the balcony to get dressed. There was a reasonable amount of faffing that then ensued, including some cutting of chest harnesses, before Chris reappeared muttering about Peru and rice bags again.

The group began the journey into the cave, Musky Hannah in the lead with her Wonderboom blasting tunes. The trip to Mongol rally was reasonably uneventful other than a couple of notes made about single-bolt hangs and some excesses of rope. Some of these pitches will probably need a bolt or two adding in the future. Upon reaching the crawl to Mongol Rally, the group dutifuly each crowbarred some of the crawl out, as per Lara's request. There is now reasonable room to crawl through with a tacklebag in tow, although Lara will likely be happy with a bit more digging. The first three had a bit of a cuddle while waiting for Chris, who gracefully declined to join the puddle upon arriving. Some more faff then commenced before Musky Hannah and Chris, who it had been agreed would do the first bolting shift, were ready to go. After they were off, Alice and Jonty ate a rather large amount of flapbuck before looking for a nice comfortable corner to hunker down and wait. There were a few different attempts before they ended up fetching a couple of the sleeping mats that Alice and Ella had recently brought down to the top of Mongol Rally ready for a camp. They then managed to set up an excellent lying-down spot where they could spoon for warmth under the group shelter.

It was agreed by both Jonty and Alice that this was both the warmest and most comfortable Austrian cave wait they had ever done. There were a couple of trips through the crawl to take care of some important personal admin at the bottom of Hangman's pitch, and a visit to break into one of the bags of Suzie snakes, which was quickly consumed in its entirety. All in all though, they were camped out here for about 4 hours before Hannah and Chris returned, having run out of drill battery after placing 6 bolts. They offered to swap out, which Jonty and Alice were eager to do after the long wait. They then introduced the first bolting team to the spooning spot they had constructed, giving excellent reviews. After a bit of faff at the pitch head preparing the bolting gear they would need, Jonty realised he'd left his personal tackle bag at the mini-camp and returned to find the others already enjoying the spot.

Alice and Jonty were very soon at the bolting front and began taking things in and bouncing some ideas about. Alice was the first to bolt, with Jonty's advice. She put in an initial bolt to make the second half of an existing Y-hang, after meeting a lot of resistance installing a spit into the already-present hole. The rope was then to drop down a bit of rift, where there was an existing hilti on the right wall. Due to the narrowness of the rift though and the layout below, they elected to drill a thread into a nicely-located flake on the opposite wall and equalise the deviation between them, keeping the rope central in the rift. They dropped to the next ledge, where Jonty took a turn bolting and installed a lowkey magnificent Y-hang, which now leads into an almost immediate deviation on the opposite wall. It now sits flush on the fall after a fair amount of post-hole hammering. They were just reaching the next ledge when Hannah and Chris turned up, having spooned enough by this point and wanting to come have a look. Chris made a lot of hmming and haaing noises as he descended the pitch, with a couple of "interesting"s thrown in. In the end he admitted it was good after editing one piece of rigging on his way down.

The group had then reached the "big ledge", where a couple of hiltis existed, and had a bit of a think. The existing setup wasn't bad but was a single bolt hang and was woefully ungardened. Jonty took this as a personal challenge, and proceeded to chuck some rocks off the top of the pitch, while taking the time to save a few nice ones, which have now been left on the big ledge as a nice feature (which may get washed away in the coming rain). Jonty put in a final bolt to make a Y-hang for the top of this pitch, and rigged the rope into it, having to join the next rope on just below the belay (definitely not trimming off the last meter of the previous one in the process). Chris had already started on his way back up and the others followed behind. Upon reaching the bottom of Hangman, they briefly reconglomerated before Chris took the lead again. Jonty, now crossing the traverse for the 4th time and getting annoyed at how inefficiently it was rigged, made a few adjustments (with Alice's help) in order to avoid the unnecessary rising and falling of the traverse and loosely rigged line. This did involve a little bit of gardening of the lower part of the ledge, which he'd shouted up to Chris he'd be doing so as not to surprise him. Unfortunately, Hannah, who had still been there at the time, had not heard this and shouted down to see if everybody was ok after the loud banging began. The traverse is now in an easier, safer state but still needs an additional bolt to tension it into the optimal position. This wasn't possible at the time due to lack of drill battery and through bolts, but will be done on the next visit.

Alice and Jonty started their ascent, Chris and Hannah having both disappeared about 15 minutes previously. Alice kindly offered to carry the drill bag for the first stint, after which Jonty picked it up at a rebelay a few pitches up. Just after passing Honeycomb, Jonty's left contact lense began quite badly misbehaving. He managed to make it up another couple of small pitches with some discomfort, after which point it became untenable and he had to unglove a hand and remove it entirely - leaving him with a good right eye and a quite blurry left eye. The caused a bit of bother with seeing things. To great relief the pair soon reached the watering hole, where Jonty made the freeclimb traverse across, with Alice worriedly holding the back of his harness - some quite wacky depth perception making things quite tricky. Alice took the lead for the rest of the way up, pointing out every little and big hole to Jonty, who was stumbling around a bit like a fresher. They emerged from the cave at about midnight to find Chris and Hannah waiting on the balcony, having just finished getting changed. Chris started off ahead, eager to get his hands on a curry, while Jonty got changed and packed his kit for the walk back - which was a somewhat similar exercise of relying on Alice and Hannah to point out holes and footholds. They arrived back at top camp at 1am, where Chris had the curries ready, and tried to be very quiet as most everyone else had already gone to bed.

I have set the basecamp fixed node to connect to an mqtt server run by a friend in America. While on the plateau, I set my node to proxy mqtt via my phone and showed we could bridge meshes at top camp, base camp and America. More work is needed for a reliable plateau connection. Base camp uses a fixed node with wifi capability. Anthony Day has proposed a cellular internet solution for top camp, this should be investigated harder now. Bridging the plateau mesh to base camp would be brilliant!

Operationally, the text part of meshtastic works nicely, covering all parts of the plateau to date. (Or at least what people have tried) Position mapping seems a bit wonkey. More study is needed here. Is this phone related, app settings etc . Iphone app is crashing, apparently due to gps polling settings.

The final problem is working out why people say leaving their phones on kills their battery. I am hopeful using airplane mode with only bluetooth on resolves this issue.

Having woken up, eaten and checked the coming forecast at topcamp, Dan and I decided on an afternoon of prospecting.

Setting off at midday after a fair bit of faff, we headed along the path to KH towards a cave with a QM which I have been pestering people about. Along the way we passed a fat hole which Russel and I had dropped a rock down, taking 8 seconds to reach the bottom. Since we only had 60 odd meters of rope, we decided to sack off dropping the hole, opting to look around the same area for any other holes to drop, saving the other one for a different day.

Nearby, a (smaller) promising hole was found by Dan. I started rigging it, first, around a couple naturals to a bolt, then a Y hang. Looking for a place to pop the Y-hang proved difficult as anything suitable ended up with a significant amount of rope rub, so I decided to tackle it form a different angle. This time from 2 naturals, 2 rebelays down to a Y-hang which dropped straight into the shaft.

Descending the cave, I encountered a fair amount of rock-littered snow, which I had to kick through so as to have a drippy-free descent to the bottom. I ended up on a ledge, which I bolted with another rebelay as the shaft had transformed into a spiral shape, and to avoid a boulder which I had failed to jiggle out of place. After descending down snow slopes, I had reached the end, which had unfortunately bottomed out.

After I had ascended out, it was Dan’s turn to drop the cave whilst I fiddled with my SAP to calibrate it. Soon after he had descended the Y-hang, the tell-tale fog rolled over and it started chucking it down, to which I promptly packed away my belongings. I was content sitting at the top donned with my full waterproofs, until the sound of thunder and the crack of a (concerningly) nearby bolt of lightning knocked me off my feet. I scuttled into a nearby hole, as standing next to a pile of metalwork was probably not the smartest idea, waiting for the storm to pass.

Once Dan had emerged from the cave, it had cleared up significantly and we took a surface survey once my SAP was calibrated (I told you I would Becka ;)). Noticing the dark-coloured clouds overhead, I ushered Dan to start moving quickly as I did NOT want to endure another storm. Walking away from the newly-named

RainbowBargainsHöhle

, we could see the twilight fog starting to roll in, so we started bolting it back. Alas, we hadn’t escaped it fast enough as we were soon in the middle of the storm, which made us scamper back faster, in the process causing Dan to fall and injure his shin.

Eventually we made it to topcamp! Arriving to the sounds of clapping and cheering as the group dropping kit off at KH had already made the round trip and were eagerly awaiting our return (we hadn’t died yay!).

The site was draughty so we built two walls either end of the sleeping area and put a tarp against one which blocked some of the wind. 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 - the Tunnel survey has now been updated) and E (which only Charlotte managed to exit ... 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 for the full exit tick. Finally we went out of H by which time it had started to rain so 4 entrances for us and 5 for Charlotte. Time for curries and bed.

That morning was like molasses. Rain had killed off any chance of heading back up to the plateau, so the five of us had agreed we'd meet at 10 to prepare for a different adventure: via ferrata at Postalmklamm; an epic traverse along a limestone gorge, then upwards beside a roaring waterfall, and apparently culminating not far from a remote alpine 'cheese factory' (!!!). However, tired as we all were from our hard expo-ing, Alice's hopes of a speedy start to the day were dashed by unfortunate but characteristic levels of faff, especially from Jonty, who almost pulled out of the trip entirely, before declaring that if he was to go, we had to grant him an extra half an hour to get ready.

We finally set off just after 11, with a ~50min journey ahead of us. Highlights included:

-The toll road up to the via ferrata, which was enforced solely by an old man sat in a chair by the side of the road who, as far as we could tell, sat there all day everyday to personally collect tolls such as ours.

-Hannah playing 'Roxanne but it's just Rocks', which, despite the awful phone signal, somehow perfectly sinked every time with the appearance of large cliffs along the road.

Toll collector placated and rocks appreciated, we threw our climbing harnesses and via ferrata cowstails on and headed down the path towards the gorge and our voracious ferration. The via ferrata began with a long, rickety bridge, an iron wire suspended above it just low enough that you could clip your cowstails on it, but just high enough to make it awkward. This was followed by some walking/gentle scrambling along wooded slopes, which became steeper and steeper as the ferration began in earnest.

The first obstacle of note was a pair of tensioned wires which spanned the gorge, maybe some 8m across, complimented by several hanging hemp ropes along their length. You clip into the upper wire, then tightrope walk the lower one whilst using the hemp ropes for stability (you can just hold onto the upper wire instead, but that's much less fun).

Next came an interesting predicament. Perhaps a two metre gap between the canyon walls, which the via ferrata crossed by way of a single steel wire. Was it a jump? Are Austrian via ferratists just taller? Who can say. Regardless, Jonty was the first of us to tackle the gap, swinging his legs up onto the rope and pulling himself along it till he could swing his legs back down onto the ledge at the other side. The rest of us followed in a likewise fashion, and after another much more straightforward crossing back to the other side of the canyon, we found ourselves ascending the canyon wall beside a lovely waterfall. Partway up this waterfall we found a lovely pool, which obviously required a quick skinny dip before continuing up past several more enticing pools and into some woodland beside a large cliff.

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?

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.

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.

It was then that we noticed the impressively large pinecones scattered across the ground, and thoughts of joy became acts of violence as the pinecone wars began.

Eventually we decided perhaps we ought to figure out how the hell to get out of this forest, so back onto the path we went. This path eventually joined a more established forest track (which was almost certainly the one we were supposed to be on to begin with) and after only a little more walking we reached a proper road. And there, only a little ways up the road, was a sign for the cheese shop. We could almost taste it! Up the road we headed, attempting unsuccessfully to contact Alice and Jonty as we went. We soon reached the car park, greeted by a particularly talkative herd of cattle in the neighbouring field, and stood around awhile trying to ascertain from a distance whether the cheese shop was open or not. There were a couple cars in the car park, which was a god sign, but the whole place was just so quiet and remote-looking.

Whilst we considered our next course of action, we discovered a fascinating little ditch in the side of the car park, in which a little spring emerged from the rock before immediately passing into a drainage pipe that ran underneath the carpark. An auspiciously person-sized drainage pipe, too! Ella was in the ditch in seconds with my headtorch, and before we knew it, both Hannah and I followed her as we embarked upon an epic cheese factory car park through-trip. There was even a shorter, wider, second section of pipe immediately after it, so we actually caved twice! Back in the car park, only slightly muddier and damper than we'd already been, we decided we were finally ready to approach the cheese factory.

Slowly, we approached the door. There was no window, so we couldn't tell if any lights were on. There was no signage of note. Eventually, I reached the door, and, reaching out, my trembling hand gently resting against the rough wood, I pushed. And the door swung open.

Inside, the stone floors and wooden furnishings of the small vestibule were gently lit with a warm, yellow light spilling in from the next room inside, bathing a table and counter stacked with great wheels of cheese and jars of clear, glistening honey. From the next room entered a woman, who quickly worked out we were English and helped us choose our cheese. We settled on 200g each, which she cut for us, plus a jar of honey, before reality finally came crashing down on our heads as she spoke those dreaded words: "we don't take card". Shit. Ella? Hannah? No cash? Ok, maybe Alice or Jonty have cash? Oh look! They've just arrived outside. Hello! No time to chat, cut the niceties, just give us your cash.

Of course, they had none, and we had to apologetically admit to the woman that she'd cut that cheese for nought. Morose, we headed back to the car whilst a bemused Alice and Jonty recounted how they'd driven up and down the road several times before they finally spotting the huge käse sign by the drive up to the cheese factory. And back to base camp we went, to stuff full of chips the cheeseless voids within us.

We returned the next day with more rope and bolts and continued descending the pitch above the big chamber. Eventually reaching the floor it was obvious it had already been explored. We wandered around with the survey and soon worked out we’d dropped into the Runnel Stone. A shame to kill the lead so quickly but it was a nicer way in than the unpleasant traverse we’d seen at the end of the previous day. We had a wander around Runnel Stone, which is a lovely chamber with fantastic shaped rock. Eventually we found a lead that looked interesting, a drafting 6m climb. Narrow rift below the climb led to a ~20m pitch. The bottom continued to another pitch but without more bolts we called it a day and headed out.

33T 411160 5283056 is 47.694779 N 13.816002 E

the entrance to the cave now known as Gruffalo, previously called Pigs... In There?

The draught had decreased compared to Saturday, possibly due to the far lower air temperature outside, and the snow outcrop around 8 metres in was smaller. Undeterred, we began bolting a Y-hang over the entrance to allow access down the vertical shaft. Once this was complete I went down for a poke while Dylan faffed with surveying equipment and Hamish fell asleep in a bothy. The weather was truly horrific now and I felt mildly bad for abandoning them at the entrance – there wasn’t really anywhere inside the shaft to provide better accommodation, however, so I pressed on down to ascertain if this lead went anywhere.

A couple of deviations later and following a good bash at the menacing snow outcrop with a crowbar, slightly reducing its potential to squash anyone entering the continuing shaft below, I could see that the vertical passage carried on into the hillside. I began descending down a mildly terrifying frozen waterfall, complete with twigs, rocks and potentially small animals held in suspended animation within its depths, for another 10 metres. At the base of this was a lot of mud and choss, and a small hole continuing at floor level on the right-hand side. Lacking faith in the floor’s stability but with no other option due to having reached the end of the rope, I unclipped and wedged myself into the hole, which comprised a small chamber with an annoyingly-placed pointy boulder which had to be straddled to enable access below. After traversing this, I was faced with a further horizontal crack in the right-hand wall, roughly 2m by 0.5m, surrounded by choss and hard to see through from a safe position, but seemingly with a long drop beneath. I managed to clear the majority of the offending rocks but one irritating boulder stubbornly remained, which will require dislodging to make this pitch safe. There was an absolutely stonking outwards draught at this point, and some of the boulders I cleared down through this hole went a fair distance down, though contact with various walls made it hard to ascertain the depth. The echo of their falling also made this sound like a much larger chamber.

Having run out of rope and feeling slightly underqualified to continue pushing this unsettling cave, I decided to return to the surface to reassure the others that I hadn’t died. Once I had reached the surface, Dylan decided to take a look. Wearing only a grey wizard poncho and a pair of shorts he went down as far as the snow outcrop, before declaring it was “drippy as fuck” and popping back out again. We began surveying from the entrance, with me brandishing the SAP at various points on the way down and relaying data to Dylan who was poised over the entrance like a large and threatening bird. We got as far as the deviation above the ice wall before deciding we had had enough, and, firing some splays down to the hole at the bottom, we made our cold and soggy retreat (this will need rebolting as a rebelay to allow people to better survey from this point on). As the cave hadn’t yet dealt us any serious injury we settled on Gruffalo as a provisional name, to reflect its large and scary but ultimately benign nature. After having packed up our gear and retrieved Hamish from his bag, we set a course for the Fishface path, which makes a far better approach to this end of the Tunnocks valley than cutting down from the Balcony path. On the ridge behind the Gruffalo entrance (i.e. south in the Fishface path direction), Hamish and his lucky crowbar discovered an unprospected area of several promising holes which may drop into the same passage as is reached through Gruffalo. Lacking time to explore, we gathered GPS data and entrance photos before lurching towards the Fishface path, and then slowly and painfully back up to Top Camp. Upon later reflection, I decided that Gruffalo was probably not as scary as I’d initially thought, and therefore demands further viewing (perhaps with a spare pair of pants handy).

Now, don't get me wrong, I'm incredibly grateful to the KH entrance for the shelter it provides from the rain. It would be far, far worse getting changed without it. And in the sun I'm sure it's an incredibly refreshing respite.

However. It drips. The icy chill of a water droplet hitting your bare skin as you change into your thermals is truly one of the worst things I've experienced this expo.

Complaints aside, we headed down the entrance series (about 70m descent of a lovely but rather drippy shaft) before entering the horizontal sections. After the first tyrolean, Hannah pointed out our blatant disregard of cave safety, so the two of us clipped into each other for the next few sections of cave to improve stability (the following short climbs thus required a little more communication than usual).

Once at Gotham City Junction, Ash informed us that he was taking us to Where the Women Blow, so onwards we went with haste, turning right to Catwoman's Claws (where we unclipped to avoid any accidents involving the pretties, which are really quite impressive for the SMK!). After appreciating the pretties a little, we continued on to Where the Wind Blows, where Hannah belayed Ash as he began his bolt climb, the Wonderboom blasting tunes as usual. Given that it was up the wall of an inclined rift passage, Ash didn't bother bolting anything until he was several meters up, so for the first few minutes the belay was really just there for moral support.

The next three or so hours consisted of the distant sounds of drilling, the Wonderboom, and non-stop group shelter yap. Eventually, Ash reappeared to report that the lead had unfortunately crapped out. Seeing as it was around 6 by now, we decided to leave surveying it for another day, so out the cave we headed.

The walk back to topcamp was unfortunately even wetter than the morning's walk, its only redeeming feature being my incredibly light bag (we'd all left our kit behind at KH). It was a quiet night at top camp that night, and after a quick meal and a hot chocolate, everyone headed to bed. With Alice camping in Balcony, I had the double sleeping bag to myself, which in the cold of the night was now looking rather thin to me. I put on as many layers as I had to hand (clothes, jacket, down jacket, sleeping bag liner, and a bivy bag over the sleeping bag) and was only just warm enough to be comfortable if I pulled the sleeping bag fully over my face. It also didn't help that around 1:30am, I got a faceful of cold water from the edge of the tarp, which prompted me to swiftly relocate myself to another, better-sheltered camp bed.

Ella and Chris formed the re bolting duo for second half of Mongol Rally; in which Ella held the vital task of sitting in the emergency shelter for 5 hours... and Chris later revelled in retelling his tale of encountering a figure of 8 knot half way down the 100m rope while rigging.

Finally, our work was done, seamlessly timed with Alice and Jointy’s appearance from their escapade too. Deliriously, camp was established. Chris provided the impeccable culinary experience of curry and couscous as head camp chef.

Up at 1pm, Our plan for the day was to push leads below Tartarus. At the pitch head, the deterring sound of unpleasant water echoed. The executive decision by captain Jornty to turn back was sealed at the sight of the rigging rope - that seemed to be more mud than rope.

Instead, these good citizens carried the rope shaped mud back for a good wash at camp. Alice and Jononoty bolt climbed a potential lead, a nice chamber was found but no other ways on. Chris also poked around interesting holes below, one of which even connected with the bolt climb! Ella was also there.

Returned from the frontier, the cave link set-up was attempted back at the trenches (camp). Despite mud being everywhere from in the tent to in our curry somehow, there was none where we needed it to be for the cave link antenna. A scene reminiscent of playing in a sand pit, as mud was put into piles and poked and poured with water over the antenna, ensued. Thankfully, Alice and Jorn did some serious fettling, and an hour or two later, the antenna resistance went from “very bad” to “poor”. Though, contact with top camp was still out of reach.

Despite Alice falling into “a hole the size of Tatarus” in the corner of the tent relentlessly the whole night, and Junty experiencing a second night in a sleeping bag “ideal for warm summer nights”, the team awoke early (ish) for a day of prussiking. Though the biggest challenge of the day for Ella and Alice, was finishing their breakfast-couscous-soup .

Fumbling with the challenge of differentiating Pantins from Spathas in their mud clogged state, the ascent began. Manually opening and closing at least one jammer with each prussik is an interesting sport. Ella and Chris chose the leisurely option, and arrived at top camp 3 hours after Malice and Jonny. Mmmmm couscous.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

Much criminal faff had ensued before Dan, Joel and I were finally ready by midday, which at this point the rain had mostly settled. An uneventful walk along the GPX route between top camp and KH lead us back to Rainbow Bargains Höhle (33T 411668 5282235), which was still pre-rigged from the time Dan and I had to scuttle back from a storm.

Joel volunteered as the Dog so he was first to face my abhorrent rigging. He popped down to the Y hang and marked the wall, to which Dan used the SAP to mark the next station, whilst I jotted down the plan sketch. This cycle repeated until we were down to the bottom, in the process causing all of our hands to turn into ice blocks due to the snow and drips of water from the ceiling.

When I initially descended into the cave I commented how nice the weather was as the sun was shining for once (had been a rarity in the last few days). Prussiking out, I was expecting the same, but alas I could feel the raindrops on my face and was greeted with dark clouds when nearing the top of the pitch. Once everyone was out, we recuperated in the emergency shelter, helped by gummy worms and flapjacks. Once the rain had subsided, Joel made the descent again, this time to investigate the QM in the back corner mid-way down the cave. 1 failed skyhook placement and 2 bolts later, Joel confirmed the QM was a dud.

Joel reappeared, removed the last of the Petzl Pulses and derigged the rope. We all strolled back just as the rain had started again.

Today began much as yesterday ended: chucking it down. With the weather bad and hype a little low, the faff that morning was impressive. Joel and I spent probably almost an hour singing and playing the flute together, which to be honest might be the best thing I did during that entire top camp stint. Eventually, Russell and Charlotte arrived and we sort of started getting it together, much to Ash's relief.

I hopped on Ash's trip again, this time with Hamish, the plan being to survey Technical Underwear, the bolt climb Ash had done the previous day, then ferry ropes and metalwork towards Repton. We headed towards KH through the drizzle, and after a little faff at the entrance we were on our way down and towards Technical Underwear. Once there, Ash cracked out the surveying gear. I was on book, Ash on instruments, and Hamish with the nail polish. We identified what we were relatively sure was a survey station on an overhanging wall pendant, which was marked with carbide stains.

Once we started surveying up the climb, I quickly realised that this was a little more complicated than the small holes I'd surveyed whilst prospecting earlier this expo, and with Ash churning out splays, I had to admit that I might need to slow down and take advantage of his surveying wisdom a bit. He graciously obliged and talked me through each of his splays, making sure I knew what was what as the data arrived on my phone. Once the last station was marked, Hamish passed us and headed down as we finished up surveying. Feeling quite chilly now, I also headed down, regretting not putting on my extra layers before surveying, and was very glad to join Hamish in the group shelter whilst Ash de-rigged. I think the combination of the cold and also the general wetness that had pervaded the past couple days had gotten to me a bit by this point, because I found myself utterly incapable of yap. So instead, there I sat, shivering in silence, and dreaming longingly of warm basecamp showers and tasty basecamp chips.

Once Ash was done, I finally admitted to myself I was really quite cold and miserable and should probably actually do something about it, so I summoned the will to strip the top of my oversuit down and put on a down vest. Once we got moving again, I began returning to a more reasonable temperature.

After de-rigging the pitch bypassing No Utility Belt Required (which took much longer than you might expect due to a very seized-up fig 8) we continued on to Triassic Park, and eventually reached the pitch down into the impenetrably black void of Knossos. Once down, we took a little while to appreciate the scale of what we were in. My fenix on full beam couldn't touch the far walls. Boulders the size of small houses littered the path down onwards. I couldn't help thinking what it would be like to be stood within that chamber when one of them fell.

We passed through Knossos, but the cave still felt huge, soaring canyons and plunging shafts all around us as we scrambled over boulders, gratefully following the reflectors the camping group had put in place.

Eventually the passages began to shrink back to a normal size, and after a few short climbs and traverses, we reached the bottom of Staircase 36. Here we had a short snack before depositing our load of tackle (Ash taking a quick inventory of what we were leaving there). Then we turned around and headed out.

The return journey was relatively uneventful, the main difference being our blessedly lighter load, which I especially appreciated on the way up the entrance pitches. Having had quite a cold and wet few days already, I decided I wasn't confident enough about my desire to return tomorrow to leave my kit behind at the entrance, so it was a slow and steady walk back up and over the plateau for me that night. By the time we reached topcamp, my bag was soaked through despite its rain cover. I did however add my caving down vest (which was still miraculously dry!) to the many layers I wore to bed that night, meaning I had a marginally warmer sleep than the one before.

We soon discovered that both of our navigational facilities were leaving much to be required on this particular day – as Hamish gleefully reminded me about 15 times, “there’s no such thing as a shortcut to 204g”. After two hours of bunde bashing, climbing up and down limestone escarpments and generally suffering, we had not managed to get any closer than 100 metres to 204g despite attacking it from several directions. After a final valiant effort which was met with yet another sheer cliff of rock and bunde, we decided to cut our losses and try something else. The weather was predictably miserable – the wind had dropped a bit, but we were frequently assailed by heavy downpours of rain, sleet and hail and the temperature can’t have risen much above 4 degrees. After a sizeable cloud decided to snuggle onto the plateau, presumably for warmth, visibility dropped to around 20 metres and remained there until late afternoon. After extensive sampling, I can confirm that being repeatedly slapped in the face and balls by large truncheons of recalcitrant bunde does little to endear one to the joys of prospecting!

During our navigational circumlocutions, we stumbled across another entrance which didn’t appear to have a GPS blob directly associated with it. Our initial explorations were very exciting, an excitement which was swiftly extinguished when we discovered a fat survey station pasted onto the wall. It turned out that we had rediscovered p245, a short cave first explored in 2003. The website entry suggested that there may be leads left to explore, so after abandoning 204g we suited up and went for a poke. Sadly no further passage was found, though the ice seemed to have receded considerably since the first entry was written. After a comprehensive sweep we retreated to decide on our next move.

With time ticking on we thought it best to begin our return journey, especially given the lengthy duration of our outwards voyage. However, before too long Hamish had discovered another promising entrance, this time definitively lacking any associated GPS blob. We whacked some bolts in and Hamish started off down the 45 degree snow slope which formed the passage floor. By the time he had confirmed its termination a short 10 metres later he was approaching hypothermia, so once he was out I fired some splays down for a rough survey and then we made our escape. (Frosty Bear was consequently born). After a remarkably short bunde bash we popped out onto the Fishface path just above Nadia’s Demise, reconfirming that this is the superior route for exploring the southern flank of the Valley of Death. Following some swift noodlage at top camp we scampered back to the car park, as the weather pulled an uno reverse and switched to 20 degrees blinding heat. A frustrating day which offered far fewer returns than we would have liked, but more achieved than had we not set out at all (just).

Unlike the previous two days, we set off rather efficiently, and were underground by 11:30. Even just heading down the pitch, I already felt so much better than I had during the past two trips. This was no doubt partially because I was getting so used to the entrance pitches that I didn't have to think, but even considering that, I just for whatever reason felt so much more energised and ready to cave.

In no time at all, we were down and heading through Triassic Park and Knossos, pausing briefly to snack on kaninchengummies as we went. We stopped briefly at Staircase 36 to pick up tackle before heading up and onwards, eventually reaching Strange Downfall/Upfall. Downfall was a lovely pitch, but Upfall is possibly my least favourite part of KH. It has several rebels, but the rock is quite loose towards the top so you have to wait for anyone ahead to fully clear the pitch before starting up, and it's also an absolute pain to get off of at the top, especially with two bags.

After struggling up, I soon found myself passing through Repton, through some lovely wiggly passages, and finally crossing a tyrolean to reach Satan's Sitting Room. After appreciating the in-situ traverse (the rope was from 2003!) Ash and I left Russell and Charlotte to rebolt it, heading back to Repton. Once there, Ash went up the old in-situ hanging from the ceiling and rigged a new one, adding a few bolts in the process. I then headed up and derigged the old rope (which involved some spannering of particularly rusty maillions), and we continued on, soon reaching Country for Old Men. This is a large and lovely passage with a fascinatingly black stream running through it. After following this stream for a couple minutes, we found ourselves at the top of a short climb downtown the left, leading to a mud slope pitch. Ash hopped down before realising it looked rather annoying to get back up again, so we decided to 'quickly' bolt a handline. Since I was at the top, Ash passed the drill up to me and I got to work. My first hurdle: all the rock was absolute shit. Everything was covered in a layer of mush, sometimes as much as a centimetre or two thick. After hammering the place to Razordance and back, I eventually found some rock around a corner that, while not ideally placed, was at least solid. I hesitantly got the drill out (this being my second time putting bolts in, and the first using through-bolts rather than pulses) and set about drilling.

And drilling.

And drilling.

Huh. This drill really isn't moving very much. That's weird. I called down to Ash, and he suggested blowing the dust out. Still not drilling. Ash suggested maybe the rock I'd chosen was too hard. Maybe there was a chert nodule there or something. So, after a bit more hammering around, I tried another spot. Same result. The drillbit painstakingly made its way about halfway into the rock, and refused to go any further no matter how much I pushed it. Eventually, I faffed around long enough that Ash made his way back up the climb to come help, and, to my dismay, immediately identified the issue: I had the drill spinning the wrong way. Well. That would do it. Sorry Ash! Sorry drill.

With that finally sorted, we bolted and rigged a handline down. Miraculously, Ash still trusted me with the drill enough to let me go on down and start bolting the pitch below, but unfortunately my earlier drilling issues still managed to catch up with me. I drilled half a hole, decided it was too close to an edge, started drilling another, and then the drill battery died. Alas, we'll have to save reaching the pushing front for another trip. We packed up and began heading out.

Passing through Repton on the way back, we noticed that the pitch down from Country for Old Men into Repton could benefit from a sling/loop of rope. We left a sling there, then once at the bottom we cut and tied a loop of rope from the old in situ we'd derigged earlier (the rest of this rope came out and back to topcamp with us).

After a bit of faff from me on the way down Strange Upfall (I really hate that pitch), we quickly found ourselves back in Knossos, where we had a quick drink from a pool near the base of the pitch (no one brought a water bottle on this trip due to some minor miscommunications that morning). I also desperately tried to wash the mud off my pantin here whilst Ash headed up (I was only partially successful).

The rest of the return journey went pretty quickly, and soon we were heading back to Topcamp to enjoy some warm food and hot chocolate.. And the ground was dry! More than anything else, this one thing rejuvenated my expo hype that day.

Key links:

https://ancient.land/

https://flylitchi.com/

Studying the weather for July 11, it looked like there would be a short weather window to fly the drone in the morning. I made it up to the col and setup the drone and took off. Then realized I didn't know how to turn on the automated flight plan. I landed the drone quickly and went back toward the car park to get enough cell phone signal to read the documentation. A short rain shower led to a weather delay, I restarted the flight and let the drone go to work collecting imagery. I ran two flight, one collecting images looking straight down and another collecting photos looking down 45 degrees. Allegedly these help with 3d terrain models. During one of the flights, there was a brief period of sleet.

After recovering the drone I scurried back down the hill and returned to the potato hut to process the images.

Russell and I packed rope, a drill and 25 hangers, bolts and maillons (no plans to run out again!) After a cold but relatively efficient morning we all got underground about 11:30, starting off with Ash and Buck to show them the way through the cave to our furthest point. The journey through the cave was uneventful, and it was fun to show Ash beyond Staircase 36 after he’d done so much of the research beforehand. My rebolting of Strange Upfall was enjoyed by no one, but also lacked in any suggestions for how to actually improve the awkward pitch head (which is best done by using the Y hang like a ladder to get onto the traverse). We eventually returned to our previous point at the start of the Three Wise Men traverse and said goodbye to Ash and Buck as they headed off to look at leads in No Country for Old Men.

This was my first look at the traverse Russell had described from the previous trip - trending upwards across a sheer wall with a 5 second drop. To make crossing easier/possible, footloops had been added to the traverse bolts, and it was clear this was going to be the best approach rather than adding in a ‘tightrope’ to get across the traverse that we had been considering. Russell was super keen to rebolt this scary traverse and cracked on efficiently, getting the job done in just over an hour. I followed after, derigging the old traverse rope (2003) but leaving the old footloops as they were. The last move up out of the traverse is the most awkward, but doable once you find the right footholds to swing up onto the ledge. I then leapfrogged Russell to continue with bolting, which we expected to be another tyrolean based on the description but had actually been left as a J hang. Deciding we agreed that this was a better option anyway, I added a bolt to make the top a Y hang then went across to do the same on the other side. When Russell followed across this it had some rub, so he added an extra bolt lower down which had the added advantage of making it passable on the way up without needing a descender. Finally, it was the last couple of bolts on the traverse and we reached the end of the fiddly SRT.

Next up was the climbs up towards Tinkle Rift, where I initially missed the second climb and ended up overlooking a very large rift which looked nothing like the p5 described. Backtracking slightly, we found the muddy climb up the wall and drafting passage leading into Tinkle Rift. With the high level Welsh style traverse sounding very unappealing, Russell quickly bolted a back up and Y hang here, and we dropped down into the rift. Slightly awkward crawling and climbing followed until the rift opened up and we could see ascending passage ahead and above us (Black Velvet). This was reached via an awkward climb and slightly scary step back over the route up which needs bolting next time but excitement to reach the end was too high for such things on this trip after so much faff.

We continued up the very pleasant Black Velvet passage, then turned into Far too Far and eventually reached the climb up into East Anglia at a lovely echoing aven. East Anglia turned out to be much more pleasant than the ‘flat and boring’ description had led us to believe, and includes one apparent dead end where the way on is to climb up to the right. At the end of this we reached another pitch not marked on the survey or description, at the start of the Natural Way section on the survey.

With it already being 11pm and feeling a long way from home, we decided to call it a day and turn around, leaving bolts and rope ready for our return. The way out was uneventful, although the walk back up through Knossos and Triassic Park does eventually start feeling quite old. We’d also both forgotten to double check the other had a water bottle so ended up rather dehydrated by the time we were at the bottom of the entrance pitch. Prussiking while tired and thirsty seemed very unappealing so we chose to crawl out of 161h instead and meandered our way back up the cliff, feeling very happy when we finally caught sight of the reflectors leading us to the entrance. After a slow walk back, we got back to top camp around 02:45.

A walk up the Hunters path toward Homecoming revealed many interesting holes, but there was no time to take notes. This area deserves a better look with gear and rope.

We made it off the plateau too late for dinner across the street, but the basecamp food was excellent!

I did find a draughting hole in the gully just before we found the Hunters path. A short climb down led to a 5m pitch. Here are a couple of photos of 2025-pb-02. The location is N 47.6924787 E 13.8011285.

A quick tramp across the beautiful alpine-esque meadows, being ogled by the local ovine livestock, past a large shakehole, until finally the entrance rift was reached. Changing in the blazing sun was a real torture, and the sweet relief of the cool cave air couldn't come quickly enough. The pre-rigged ropes seemed to be mostly in good nick, and the anchor placements excellent. The Canyon pitch was soon reached and passed, and the next pitch with the tensioned abseil to avoid the water also descended. The rope coiled at the base of this pitch was a bit worse for wear thanks to the water flow dragging it against the rock, but not in a dangerous place for abseil.

Finally the bottom was reached, and the streamway followed to the first hit of the day, a promising B lead up a climb in the side of the streamway. This was surveyed going in, with a bedding plane connection seen to the previous streamway. It continued as crawling with some mud and formations, until reaching a cobble choke which the short one thought may be passable with effort. The tall one thought it was a D lead at best.

Back in the main passage, the streamway was followed until the water went to the right, and we continued into a dry oxbow to push a possible lead at the end. A small sump was crawled past along a cobbled crawl to another pool. The tall one floundered around in it, regretting his choices of survey project, before coming back through the short duck after confirming it was in fact a sump pool.

The final hit for the day was to follow the water, but the tall one quickly got to the point where it got too low and decided that it was time to go and enjoy a beverage in the sun.

Upon return to the base of the pitches, it turned out that the Dour one had followed us down from topcamp for a jolly trip. We sat and ate some cheese, banana chips and dried mango, before heading back up the pitches slowly following the queue of "Tourist Cavers". A dash back to the vehicles, and soon we were enjoying an alcoholic beverage outside the establishment named for the local transportation feature, relishing the views of the mountains around us. A good day out, and definitely in Austria!

After a good night's sleep at base camp and a near-entire rest day, I received a call from Harry at 19:55. This was a bit strange as their group (Hannah C, Harry K, Russell W and another expo-goer) had left top camp for an underground camp at around midday. He told me that their 4th member had sustained a lower leg injury, potentially a break, in Balkon. They'd heroically extracted themself from the cave all the way from Hangman's pitch, the group presumably not having arrived to camp yet. Harry asked for us to try and get in contact with someone at TC, to come and lend a hand in returning the injured caver there.

Alice, Hamish, Buck and I all attempted to ring various people at TC to pass on the message, along with trying the signal and mesh (Meshtastic) chats. This went on for about 5 minutes without any success. Eventually, Hamish got hold of Joel, who was at the col on his way up the hill. The connection was a bit choppy but I passed on the information to him, and asked him to pass it on if he made it to camp before we could contact them. A few minutes later though, he messaged back to say he'd managed to hail them on the mesh and was passing the information to Charlotte. It was later explained to me by Phil Balister why this had occurred. The mesh node at the col was working, but wouldn't transmit as far as basecamp. The reason it had achieved this previously is that when Phil was on the plateau with his phone and his personal node, his phone would re-transmit mesh comms over the mobile network. Without him there, there is no connnection between the mesh and basecamp, or anywhere else out of range (around 1-3km).

One of the TC group was in contact to tell us that an initial party of Charlotte, Lara and Dan were leaving at 20:20 to assist, taking 2 splints and a first aid grab back from top camp supplies. A rear party of Dylan and Becka followed at 20:45. Joel arrived at TC soon after at 21:05, where a note had been left for him with the up-to-date information. He waited there for the time being, until Harry dropped in at 21:35 to collect a stretcher, which he didn't think they'd need but made sense to have available. At 21:45 Joel sighted the group's lights from camp, them having just come over the nearest hill. By 22:15, they had all returned to camp.

After some consideration, the group decided to stay the night up the hill as it was nearly dark, with the plan of walking down in the morning. Alice, Buck, Hamish, Alice and I drove up the hill at 07:30 (having not heard anything yet), in order to be available should the up-the-hill party want any help. Note, this is the first year of a new toll road policy of not being allowed to drive up the mountain between the hours of 8am and 4pm. This is excepted in an emergency, but would require some communication with the German-speaking toll-road people, and in this case we decided it would be easier to just wake up early. We were up at the Loser Alm by 8am, where we waited around hour, texting with Charlotte. Around the time 9am came around, the top group confirmed they were happy without our help and would be setting off soon (Harry, Hannah C, Russell, Charlotte and the injured caver) so we stood down and drove back to base camp.

While I was in the process of typing up the previous paragraph, a further development occurred. A group of 5 or so basecampers had just gone off for a "river race" as the water levels were high from the recent rain. I was sitting in the Tatty Hut when I got a call from Harry (11:46). The casualty relocation party had left top camp 2 hours ago and had only made it 20 minutes worth across the plateau using a method of supported walking. Therefore, they'd decided to fetch the stretcher from top camp and would like some help carrying. While I tried to collect some more information, I asked David, who was sitting across from me, to try and fetch the river group back before they got in. Unfortunately they'd just gone and had rapidly disappeared down-river. After re-tasking David (the only present German speaker), to call up the toll road and ask for emergency access, Big Tom and I hopped in his car and drove down to intercept the river group and give them the news. This resulted in a bit of frantic riverbank scrambling and several cavers trying to haphazardly remove their wetsuits as they ran back along the road. After some kit gathering we left basecamp at 12:20.

Reaching the toll barrier in second, we saw James Waite reach his hand out of the car in front and the barrier come open after he jabbed the button a few times, after which it remained open for all 3 of our cars to pass through. Come 12:50, 11 of us were at the top car park, finalising bags and sun-creaming ourselves. Mark Shinwell had offered me the option of requesting Austrian help and a helicopter before leaving basecamp, which I'd passed on to Charlotte on the drive up. Obviously none of us were keen to do that, especially unnecessarily, but clearly calling them in the middle of the night after a failed stretcher carry would be much worse. Soon after, Charlotte reported back that progress was good in their small party, having started with the stretcher, and we agreed to make the decision after we'd arrived to render help.

We made a quick pace up the mountain and intercepted the stretcher party - who had made excellent progress since last contact - quite soon after reaching the plateau. The injured caver was currently out of the stretcher for a more exposed scramble around a hole but soon popped out from behind a bush, where James handed them an alcohol-free Radler that he'd acquired from the beer fridge before leaving basecamp. We put them back in the stretcher and started again across the plateau, this time returning towards the car park, while the initial carry party had a bit of rest. Again we made good time and so declined the second message prompt from Mark for a call for the helicopter. The usual rule of thumb for a cave stretcher carry is 10 hours carry for every 1 of caving. Fortunately this rule did not apply here for 2 apparent reasons: more open and mostly walkable terrain, and the very helpful ability of the stretcher occupant to get out and do some of the more scrambly or difficult terrain themself. They couldn't bear weight on their right leg, but could hop exceptionally well on the left, and performed better in scrambly areas because it allowed more use of hands.

We made it back to the walking trail at the col at 14:40, by which time 3 more expoers (Phil Balister, Frank Tully, and James Hallihan - who'd just arrived in Austria) had joined. The group became more efficient moving the stretcher as the carry progressed. After initially starting with 4 people carrying at once, we creeped up to 6, until Charlotte pointed out the we were moving more slowly and we firmly reduced to a configuration of 4 at one time (excepting some of the more difficult terrain). Notably on the walk, Chris Densham heroically slapped a highland cow with horns the size of my arms when it was in our way: a move that startled most of us, but our resident vets later assured us wasn't completely out of the ordinary. The injured caver was also informed that if they were a horse they'd be put on box rest until ready to be walked in hand for a short duration every day. James managed to get two renditions of "Thinking out Loud" by Ed Sheeran ("when your legs don't work like they used to before"), off over his speaker, among some other themed songs such as "Jump Around". We made it back down to the car park at 16:40, much more quickly than hoped and with no helicopter necessary. All in all the stretcher carry took around 6 hours, from when the initial party started until we arrived at the car park all together. This is with a 'walking wounded' casualty and would take significantly longer if the stretcher were occupied for all the difficult terrain. The other thing that came to light from this is that the lack of top camp phone made contacting someone there much more difficult and it is my opinion that we should reinstate it. Otherwise, the whole thing took place in good spirits and became a great team-building exercise.

After dropping both pitches in Kindergartenhöhle (both of which crapped out) and digging through a bit of rubble up the slope to the right of the end of the phreatic tube at the entrance (which just continued upwards until we decided the boulders were of too dubious stability to continue), we pronounced the cave killed.

The draughting pitch marked on the survey turned out to only be windy because it was between 2 entrances, the pitch itself had no draught and was shallow.

We then basked in the sun for a little while before wandering in the vague direction of top camp, poking at various holes on the way. We found very little, other than a small cave Lara and Charlotte surveyed (Sisyphus Cave).

Becka walked to 2005-02 and found that it should be deleted from the database - it's a short pitch that can be entered from the bottom and is blind.

We also found a small, horizontal cave that Lara and Charlotte surveyed (Sisyphus Cave) for approximately 15m located at 33T 411933 5282517.

Finally Buck found a 5m pitch into a sizeable chamber with, sadly, no way on. Becka descended it using the Petzl pulses. This was at 33T 411873 5282624.

As I was heading down the hill that evening, I parted ways with the group around this point, making my way back to top camp with only some minor bunde bashing.

[Ed.: two variant versions of this entry combined.]

Lucky Crowbar was at 33T 411074 5282956. Joel free-climbed down 5m to a snow plug with no way off horizontally. No Draught.

2025-js-06 at 33T 411092 5282971 had a weak draught out. Joel descended 5m on Petzl Pulses to a boulder blockage over a p15. The boulders would need a crowbar or capping to pass.

We then reached Gruffalo where I was *most* impressed by the absolutely arctic draught blasting out of it. Joel and Hamish had already had a trip to the top of the second pitch but Joel wanted to do some rerigging so I basked in the sun until that was done and I could start the survey. I'd failed to bring any nail varnish so Joel obligingly partly drilled holes to mark stations. He rigged our first 2 ropes and I went out to fetch the third and thaw out my hands. He rigged the second pitch beyond two unpleasant thrutches over wedged boulders then threw rocks at a massive icicle until it was felled to make the pitch a bit safer. He continued down, next to a huge ice floe. We finished our rope and hangers and the survey at the start of a catchy rift, 1m high x 0.5m wide with an absolute gale howling out. I headed out but, oh no, it was now raining. We waited until it stopped then I insisted on a different route back, following the easy, obvious, steadily ascending bunde-free cleft NNE for ~250m until it intersected the usual path SE up to the Tunnocks col (again, easy, bunde-free and steadily ascending) then back to Top Camp on the usual Balkon path.

Rigging topo for first 3 pitches in Gruffalo (as far as the rift below Turbine Hall)

As for the leaking water system, the connector for the new large green water butt (gifted to expo by a few old lags) appeared to have been loosened by someone or something unknown. The absent top camp team appeared to have valved this off, but not before all the water was gone. This was retightened before the next shower, and the water butts were half full before a return to base was called for. NB: Please don't unscrew/undo any of the water barrel fittings. NB2: When all 4 barrels are reasonably full, valve off all but the furthest barrel (which is filled by the colleaction tarp) at the 4-way manifold. That way, if some rodent has worked out how to loosen one of the butt fittings only one barrel of water will be lost at a time. NB3: Please get into the habit of checking the water system for leaks/ unexpected drops in water level before heading down the hill

After meeting a tired, smoked out Joel we had noodles and packed. The team was now: Joel, me, Big Tom and Frank and the objective of the day was pushing Gruffalo. Gruffalo had been the word on everyone’s tongue the night before: a new cave with a stonking draft and a pitch at the bottom from which rocks had been chucked a very long way.

I was particularly excited because this cave had been found on our prospecting trip to ‘The Valley of Death’ a week previously. We had split into two teams for a pincer movement and both teams had found numerous holes with insane icy drafts. I went right, across the valley, and sadly all of ours had been choked, but the left side of the pincer (Joel and Buck) had faired better. Gruffalo was the Goldilocks hole – big enough to be human sized but small enough to not be choked, with a draft to match them all. Now, the entrance series was complete with no sign of the draft diminishing and I had been invited with a crack team to replace the pulses with bolts and drop wherever the rocks were going to

The day didn’t exactly continue smoothly – we took an overly direct route and accidentality entered a part of the plateau I can only describe as impassible. It treated us to endless seas of bunde which hid cliffs. I headed down one terrible route with enthusiasm and Joel tried another. Frank and Big Tom were fresh on the plateau so Joel did the gentlemanly thing and retreated to find them a more civilised way down (this took some time). I chose to continue, guided to the cave by Joel pointing in vaguely the right direction, planning to meet them at the bottom of the valley. My way was pretty quick if perilous: it involved several cliffs, bunde surfing and hanging onto bunde to avoid said cliffs. I got to the bottom, found a high rock and waited.

45 minutes and a lot of whooping later Joel and co. turned – looking tired and a little like they wanted to kill Joel. Ah well, we were at the cave soon, and just in time. An ominous dark cloud had rolled in and we speed changed in the drizzle.

The draft was indeed insane: icy and strong. I descended quickly – leaving Big Tom and Frank in a group shelter and Joel hot on my heels. The plan was we would decent to the bottom and they would replace the pulses. The entrance series was distinctly unfriendly, it had multiple tight pitch heads and a giant wall of black ice to descend beside. Half way down we heard the sound of a chunk of ice falling below us: comforting. At the bottom was a small chamber on snow slope with a scrotty rift continuing from it – the wind practically whistled, showing us that this was the way on. Joel chucked some rocks down it and when he got the right angle they did indeed make some very impressive booming noises. I’d have to get used to this because this rift needed an awful lot of gardening.

I sat in a tiny alcove with all my layers on while Joel crept along the rift pushing rocks (with the help of the crowbar which I’d been sent to retrieve from a few pitches up as a warming up mission). Eventually he got to the pitch head and we both saw an almighty shaft: 10m across and perfectly straight down. We called it the Jabberwocky, and, when a rock was dropped down it, it was a perfect 4 second wait then an almighty boom. Exciting. The draft even carried the smell of crushed rock back up to us. We could hear the far off sound of water however there was nothing obviously coming down the shaft. The entrance series also only became mildly drippy as the day went on. This was encouraging, as apparently it rained pretty constantly on the surface.

Our day was spent doing an awful lot of gardening, bolting a traverse through the rift (awkward as it was pretty tight) and surveying to the pitch head. This all took an annoyingly long time and by 6pm I was begging Joel to leave as I had become a human ice block. The sound of the drip increasing also unnerved me and Joel very kindly agreed that callout was close (8pm) and the pitch could wait for another day. We turned round after he had taken some videos of the shaft and daylight was very welcome even if it came with drizzle.

There was no sign of Frank and Big Tom on the surface and also no sign of change in the bolting. We found out later that they realised they didn’t have a spanner and, after the trials of the walk, they had decided to call it a day. Joel and I ate some solid gummy rabbits and headed back on a more sensible bearing to the Fishface path, intending to intercept it and take it to top camp.

We had a wonderful long and rambly walk: talking of many things and in no rush to get anywhere fast. We ended up on a random pinnacle of rock with an excellent view and surveyed our domain: working out where all the major plateau landmarks were. The salamanders were also out in extreme numbers – we saw at least 7 to our excitement, including two getting frisky. Amusing messages were sent on the chat. Doing the Fishface walk with Joel is always an experience as every part of it has a name to him. We joined at the bottom of ‘Nadia’s Demise’ and went through ‘Buck’ and ‘Spiderman 2’to name a few. In danger of missing our 2 hour plateau callout for a supposedly 45 minute walk we had to stop aimlessly wandering towards the end and actually make progress.

We arrived at Top camp to the Popper Hohle group leaving (apparently it goes horizontal!) and we congratulated each other on our promising caves. The two other groups were still underground so once they’d left we had a sing and a curry and went to bed. An excellent day.

A song wrote at top camp and on the walk down the hill the next day (to the tune of The Misty Mountains, of course):

Far over the Totes Gebirge cold
To A-Leads deep, and flapjack old,
We must away, ere break of day,
To find our long forgotten bolts.

The beds were roaring on the hights
The tarp was glowing in the night
The fire was red, its flaming spread
Tea-lights like torches, blazed with light

Far over the Totes Gebirge deep
Four cavers smoked out of their sleep
Water was poured! The flames still roared (or: While Dan still snored?)
On Plateau they were forced to sleep

! Just a bit of a warning. There is a microwave sized boulder loose on the platform next to the traverse line (white on the left). Please try and avoid using the platform, and this section should be ideally rerigged as to avoid people standing here. Plus some more gardening needs to be done !

Turns out doing the job of Instrument, notes and dog whilst on large free hanging pitches is quite the task. However, after many mid-rope changeovers and swearing later, I had surveyed the popper pitch series, ending at station number 12 on a large boulder at the base of the shaft. By this time Dan had finished undoing all my mistakes and had bolted the next series. We dropped down the newly bolted section and was greeted by another huge chamber, which included a gently sloping horizontal section. We walked over to this section, clambered over a boulder and we were placed in a huge aven, with a hole straight down, horizontal passage to the left and another passage up a chossy slope to the right.

Suddenly, we heard voices which we thought were from the group in KH. Alas, it was part of the CUCCC lot (Ned, Tom B) coming down to siege us. Shortly after, Ned noticed the boulder that Dan and I had previously clambered over was in fact wobbly, so he promptly kicked it down, followed by Ned shouting ‘Oh fuck’. Turns out he had kicked the boulder on his trad gear and the 60m rope Dan had brought down.

I left the 3 of them to dig out their stuff, whilst I headed out to grab a charged battery, a spare light and some food. Festering at topcamp I was greeted by Dan, then Chris not long after. I ate some noodles, whilst watching Chris rummage through his burnt belongings after Harry tried to burn down top camp. Later, we headed back and I began surveying again, this time with Dan as the dog. We reached the bottom of the final pitch, where I was left by myself to survey to the large aven (station 23) as the ropes and gear had been freed so Dan went off, then I surveyed into the beginning of the crawly horizontal passage.

Headed off with Lara, Joel and Big Tom to Gruffalo hole. Followed Joel on a shortcut sown the fault valley below Tunnocks, degenerated into a fight through bunder and over cliffs. In fine Scooby Doo style we split up and Lara found the cave 45 minutes before we did.

Arrived at the cave with the intention of re-rigging the first two pitches, only to find neither of us has a spanner. Headed back by walking 200m up the valley and turning right and continuing up the slabs to meet the Balcony path just after the Tunnock's col. No bunder bashing at all, there are some acquard climb downs but a much easier route. Returned to the Stone bridge then headed down the hill.

On to the next drone launch. I used qfield to navigate to a point close to the square I had a flight plan for. Qfield assisted navigation through the bunde was great. Along the way I found 2025-pb-04 (N 47.6869550 E 13.8076613)

And 2025-pb-05 (N47.6873988 E 13.8092042)

Finally I headed back done the hill, without my trusty pole. Only got rained on a little at the end. After a strudel and a cappuccino at the Loser Alm I headed back to the potato hut.

Not so fast!

Becka rigged the short pitch down but by then we'd spotted the rope for an up pitch on the far side of the chamber. Charlotte rigged this, muttering about rope rub and dodgy naturals on her ascent whilst we shivered in the group shelter. Surely we were there now?

Nope. Next came the Natural Way traverse, left rigged on a rambly route around various fins of rock and ledges. Ash rigged most of this then Russell took over to finish it using the last of the many ropes that we had brought along. We derigged the old rope as we went along and took out any that we didn't reuse for handlines.

At last we were into the horizontal passages at the end of Natural Way. We had already decided it was well past time to go home but since we were here it would be mad not to have a look around (though our 2 sets of survey gear would clearly not be needed). We scampered around but failed to find the walking A lead that we expected at the far end. Instead there was a so-so narrow, muddy pitch down and nothing horizontal on the far side. And the B leads looked suspiciously like C leads or nothing at all. Slightly deflated we girded our loins for the long trog back, taking all the rope and rigging gear that wasn't in the rig back to Staircase 36.

We eventually emerged at 1am to a clear evening after a long and splendidly varied trip but it would have been still better to have been rewarded with an exciting lead at the end of it (six trips and counting for Charlotte and Russell).

Rigging topo for ropework required from the end of the Three Wise Men traverse to the end of Natural Way

Strange big yellow thing in sky seen as tehy were leaving. Peculiar absence of vertical wetness. Most strange.

We walked to Gruffalo via the Fishface route, turning off into Three Larch Valley and across a few Bunde heavy climbs until we reached the bottom of the Valley of Death and scrambled up to the entrance. The plan was for Joel and Jonty to go ahead and start bolting the big pitch Jaberwocky while Russell and I followed - swapping out the Pulses for through bolts and replacing slings with deviation tat. We also brought survey gear ready to survey the pitch and whatever lay beyond.

It was my first time to Gruffalo and the draught was as strong (and cold) as had been promised, looking very good for finding a new entrance with more accessible leads. I swapped out the first few pulses, then changed with Russell for him to do the rest and we worked our way down to meet the others, listening to the increasingly loud thunder of gardening as we got nearer. When we reached the others, Jonty was just starting to place bolts at the top of the pitch. Thorough, enthusiastic gardening had lowered the floor level by about a metre so the traverse line was now above head height but things were looking better for dropping the pitch.

I was very cold by this point so insisted on getting the shelter out and huddling inside, listening to Jonty get further away as he continued to make his way down the pitch, avoiding the obvious hang which also looked very likely to get wet. After a brief nap I woke up to see that the time was 6:30pm and with heavy storms forecast from 8pm, and a call-out at 9pm I felt that all of us dropping and surveying the pitch that evening was sadly getting out of reach. Russell and I turned around regretfully from the inviting draughty pitch at 7pm to head out. Our initial frustration at finding blue sky from the entrance was quickly corrected by rain starting before we’d managed to finish getting changed. This rain rapidly set in to a downpour within 10 minutes and I thoroughly regretted not paying more attention to the route as we navigated it in reverse through sheeting rain. The rain finally abated just as we approached top camp to find the masses had descended and beds had come into high demand.

Jonty and Joel continued to the bottom of Jaberwocky to find two horizontal leads heading off from the large chamber, to be returned to soon with survey equipment! They managed to dodge the rain entirely and hadn’t even realised that we got a drenching on our walk back, the entrance pitches had only been slightly drippy for their exit and they got out after the rain had stopped.

Headed up the hill the evening after the dinner with the remains of a hangover rattling around in my head. Early nights sleep and a quick get-up in the morning, the intention was to head down Balcony visit the camp then go for an afternoon push into the witching hours.

Balcony has a lot of string and some bold climbs/traverses on the way down, hats of to whoever put these in.

Arrived at the camp just after lunch and had lunch, life is exciting. Met Becca and James W as we were leaving for caverns measureless.

The trip to our pushing front was uneventful if you exclude climbing up the rope into Northern Powerhouse with a heavy tackle bag on my back as uneventful, it wasn't.

The lead was indicated by a station 12 in red nail varnish on the LHS Wall. The lead is the pitch down, and identified later an inclined aven up... Chris rigged the pitch and Frank started surveying it. The pitch edge is a nice wall of pebbly fill, which makes the edge less than stable. Two re-belays and a deviation off an upside down spike. Arrived at the bottom to find the rope 3m too short and a long length of deviation tat double fisherman'd on. Swung off to a ledge and started surveying the chamber, after a few legs out of the chamber we found a bolt with a red survey dot, bugger, An A lead killed.

On exit the critical deviation pinged off and had to be replaced. Interestingly the draught at station 12 was not present either on the pitch or at the bottom of the pitch. The general thought was that the draught is going up the pitch. Had a look at climbing up the incoming aven but it was getting late. The aven is relatively clean washed and water from it has incises through the brown and ancient looking pebbles in the pheratic rift. Realistically it is a qmb

Returned to camp really late and ate dinner quietly because Becca and James had gone to bed early. Crawled into my pit and got the end space which was particularly lumpy for a side sleeper and had lots of unconscious slide and cuddle potential. Got up late and headed out, this took ages because I'm particularly slow for some reasons, potentially related to age and unfitness.

I found 201 and 156 with tags, and probably 199 (but failed to find tag). Also two more big holes which should be katastered even though they probably don't go anywhere. One is walk/clamber in and about 3x3m and more than 10m into the hill.

Saw a young gemse near 156: so young it was still fluffy and with spots. No sign of mother though.

Back in the hut I find that 156 was always previously choked with snow but there is none visible anywhere today. So perhaps these big holes were previously just snow-plugs ? And maybe 156 needs revisiting.

Lift back down with exiting KH team.

We set off after a bit of faff, which wasn’t helped by the large number of people staying at top camp (everyone from basecamp bar a couple!). We suited up at the entrance, raced to the bottom of the two entrance pitches and headed to the horizontal passage leading on from Vertigo View. The plan of action was to split into 2 groups, Me, Tom B and Ella would survey the horizontal section whilst Ned bolted a traverse line to investigate a window in the far wall of the pitch which lead off the same horizontal section. We sprang into action, and like clockwork steady progress was made, shouting commands at each other like some sort of military drill,

“Ready to move?”
“LRUDS and splays please!”
“Next station please”

and so on. The passage continued, sloping up, sloping down and even featuring some fine popcorn wall formations and stals. Eventually we clambered into a small bouldery chamber with a passage leading left and a climb down into a wider chamber on the right. We followed right, and to our horror the wider chamber was in fact the same chamber we had dumped our bags before setting off surveying. Ah well, at least we could see how inaccurate our surveying had been by doing a loop closure, which unexpectedly was only about 0.4m, not bad for such a large loop!

We ate some chokolade, flapjacks, and we were soon off surveying again. This time we followed the left passage in the previous chamber. More horizontal crawling passage, which unfortunately choked out with little QMs, apart from a squeeze at some point on the way in located on the right hand side which ended in a grim and tight looking pitch.

Rejoining Ned, he had practically finished the traverse line around the pitch and was in the middle of trying to garden the entrance to the window. One huge deliberate boulder fall and a couple more bolts later and he was in, soon after proclaiming “There is a stonking draught! It’s practically bowing my hair”. In the surveying group’s excitement, we hastily popped a station on the traverse line, one at the bottom of the pitch and at the window, continuing from there. We were immediately greeted by another popcorn stalactite, which we carefully avoided and continued to shoot legs down the passage. Ned at this point had buggered off to find more passage, leaving us to survey, which we did until the ceiling lowered to a belly crawl, so we decided to give up (cave phone dying was also a factor) so we could explore ourselves. Preceding the crawl the passage opened up, leading into wider stoopinf passage with funky black dots on the ground, which lead to the fitting name of “a bug’s life”. At the end of this passage we were faced with a calcited climb on the left and a rocky crawl straight on. Taking the straight path, it ended in a rather large pitch, taking a rock 6s to reach the bottom (pinging off the sides), bingo! We needed to slash some height to have any chance of connecting to KH, so this was extremely promising!

Shortly after we swiftly headed out, leaving Ned to replace the pulses with through bolts on the popper pitch series, and soon enough we were all back at topcamp in time for a curry.

Eventually we rallied ourselves to get moving, and headed out in dry weather which predictably turned to pouring rain about halfway there. We met Ash looking soggy and unimpressed on his way back, hunting for a welly lost by Hamish en route to KH for their trip. Disappointed that we hadn’t spotted it, he continued to retrace their steps back to top camp while we carried on to the cave. Soon after, we bumped into Hamish also heading back in search of the welly which coincidentally was right next to where we met. Hamish carried on back to try and catch Ash after we failed to get his attention by whistling and we continued to the entrance feeling rather damp already.

We got changed at the entrance and donned our macs to descend the drippy entrance pitch, with Lara wearing her surface waterproof after forgetting her gimp mac. We gathered here at about 14:00 and started heading towards the pushing front, ready for some surveying at last! The trip to Natural Ways was uneventful, we stopped for a quick photoshoot with the Kordas rope and Lara ‘enjoyed’ the Three Wise Men traverse.

At the top of the Natural Ways traverse we stopped to layer up and have a snack, it was already about 18:00 but the plan was mostly killing leads so we weren’t too concerned. We split up into two teams – myself and Lara planning to work on the B and C leads in that section whilst Russell started bolting the A lead pitch. Lara was feeling a bit ill so we took a few minutes to sit in a shelter then started scrambling about in the rift above Russell, trying to see if there were any other options for the way on. This proved to be unsuccessful, and we were just starting to think about heading back to look at some other B and C leads when Russell called me to check on how he was doing.

He had realised that the pitch was actually a short vertical drop followed by a steeply descending continuation of muddy rifty slope, rather than a big vertical drop which we definitely wouldn’t have enough rope for. Russell started heading down the pitch while I followed behind to check everything was okay, and he continued bolting until reaching the end of the pitch (later named the Drinks Shelf – it’s a slippery slope). There was an obvious continuing passage going on from here, and our hopes were beginning to rise! We waited excitedly for Lara to follow down behind us, surveying the pitch as she went. Once Lara reached the bottom of the pitch, Russell was assigned to shooting the SAP (which he was immediately unnervingly good at) and I started on nail polish. A few metres along, we found a short crumbly climb down at a T junction, with the way straight on looking unlikely and a short pitch to the left. I regretted my enthusiasm to come down the pitch earlier which meant I forgot the final short rope left in my tackle sack at the top of the pitch, and headed back up to fetch this while Russell and Lara continued to survey and started putting bolts in for the pitch.

I returned as quickly as possible with the rope, which was then rigged for Russell to drop down the pitch first. He reached a hole in the floor which he initially traversed over and started poking around the exciting looking chamber (Floordrobe), which was covered in a coating of the same black layer we had seen in other parts of KH. Directly opposite we could see a ramp up to a window heading off into black space, and Russell shouted excitedly that there was a big continuing passage to the left as well! I followed down the pitch, and then Lara came last. While Russell continued checking out the chamber, Lara and I surveyed the pitch and she dropped straight through the hole in the floor to see if it led anywhere else. This turned out to be better than the sloping ramp into the chamber, as it looped around into the main, large passage leading off.

By this point our excitement at the discoveries was exceptionally high, and all thoughts of the planned 10pm turn around time abandoned. We surveyed along the large passage, trying our best to stick to one set of footprints across the untouched floor. This led us into a large chamber (MEAT SOFA), and it felt like all the hard work had paid off at last! Lara very patiently put up with mine and Russell’s overexcitement and continued surveying the chamber. There was a particularly inviting train tunnel sized phreatic tube coming into the wall of the chamber, teasing us as access looked like just a 3 or 4 bolt traverse but we had run out of rope. There was also another A lead from the far end of the chamber, and a perfect aven on the right hand side. This aven could be accessed via a loose scramble down, and the name of cutlery drawer seemed very appropriate given the noise as Russell climbed out from it. Once surveying the chamber and recording the various A and B leads was complete, we headed back to look at another lead off the side of the major chamber. Just round the corner, this turned out to be yet more walking passage and excitement built again. Lara kindly continued surveying, complaining reasonably about ending up with three overlapping levels. The passage turned right and continued heading off into blank space, with a very inviting draught. We decided we really were going to turn around at 1am and followed this until reaching an apparent dead end.

Sticking our heads up over a climb on the left wall, the walking passage obviously continued even further. We fashioned a footloop using slings from a natural to get up into this passage and carried on, following the draught past more walking A leads and some very pleasant formations. At the end of this passage, at survey station 51 we finally reached our end point for the day at a huge, echoing and very draughty wet aven. The survey phone was down to only 8% battery, and finally daring to look at the time showed that it was almost 2am, definitely past our home time.

This was definitely the hardest trip I’ve ever had to turn around from but the 8am callout was beginning to loom and the walking A leads have hopefully set up some promising future trips. We headed back to the top of the Natural Ways traverse together to delayer and discuss the plan for our exit. It was 3am by the time we gathered here, and none of us feeling especially energetic for a speedy exit, particularly when we realised that the dry bag with food had been forgotten somewhere along the surveyed passage.

To avoid causing concern by cutting things too fine with our callout, I decided to head out in front and extend the callout for the other two to midday. I turned on some music to distract from the strange water noises and kept heading out, for my last time through KH for the year. After a very slow prussik up the entrance pitches, I reached the surface at 5:45am, just in time for sunrise as I walked back. Returning to top camp at 6:30am, I overlapped with Harry, Hannah and Luke all getting up to prepare for their trips for the day. Unsure quite what to do with myself but not feeling particularly sleepy, I had breakfast then started wandering back to the entrance with the other group to meet Russell and Lara on their return at about 8:30.

Overall, getting the final pay off for all the effort that went into rebolting was excellent, almost made even better by the low expectations we had had after our first look at the lead. We got a total of 450m surveyed, for which lots of credit should definitely go to Lara for her excellent surveying skills, we would have been very lost without her!

With copious amounts of people going to Popper hole and Gruffalo, and James W abandoning me to go camping so I cant go to Bread Recipe Hole. So i decide to tag along with Ash to go to his drafty A lead in KH - Country for Old Men.

After arriving at KH, walking half way back to top camp in the rain to find my dropped wellies, then back to KH, we descend the entrance series around 2pm.

We followed closely behind the other KH group (Lara, Charlot and Russell) to rapton, where our paths diverge.

Continuing further on into Country for Old Men, Ash finishies bolting a muddy slope/pitch while I be useless waiting at the top. After faffing with rope lengths so we are able to return, we eventually move on.

Just before the lead and the Rift of Doom we discover a climb that a hand line is needed to get back up, commence more faffing, we get it rigged.

Immediately after is our drafty hands and knees crawl on the right, which is our A lead.

A few meters in is a pitch that ash gets to rigging, while I have a nosey down the passage towards the rift of doom only noting that there may be a bolt climb a 10-20m further on from our lead, behind you on the left.

Down our lead's 10-15 pitch we get to a muddy slope, where I de-SRT kit and we start surveying.

Down another muddy slope, we find a C-Lead squeeze (killed), a B lead drafting crouching passage (killed -> Drafting (out) Dig (<1/2m, other side visable, probably doable with hands)) and continued along our drafting out A lead up another muddy slope, turn right, then down another muddy slope. A short flat out crawl into lots of upwards crouching passage.

Near the end of our trip we get to a 6 way junction (2 ways connect to 2 other ways so 4 way junction) leaving us with 3 promising ways on (1. Up slope, walking passage, getting bigger, drafting out. 2. Down slope, walking passage, drafting in. And 3. Crawl into a chamber, drafting in.)

So we tidy up a little and head back for the day, eager to head back tomorrow.

Arrival back at top camp at 2am.

The four of us set off, taking the track towards Fishface as far as Nadia's Demise, then turning right and down three larch valley, over a few rises and valleys, and finally into the Valley of Death, and up the short slope to the entrance to Gruffalo. It was a cold day for the plateau, with intermittently spitting rain, so the drafting was less strong than it had been last I was there, but it was still noticeable. We kitted up outside the entrance, doing our best to shelter our bags in some bunde bushes, then headed down. Joel was first to enter, on nail polish duty, followed by Alice with the disto. I was on book, so headed down just behind her, with Jonty taking up the rear, ready to begin rebolting once the rest of us descended Jabberwocky.

Surveying Jabberwocky was chilly business, given the combination of draft and drips (it really is quite a cold pitch in wet weather). This was NOT helped by the fact that my stylus was definitely not suited to cave surveying (the button on the end was getting clogged and causing me to draw stuff without even touching the screen). Nor the fact that the disto appeared to be struggling to take long legs (vapour in the air maybe? Really not sure was it was quite so fussy today). Nor the fact that, partway down the pitch, I realised I hadn't saved SexyTopo frequently enough, and station 4 had been entirely deleted, so I had to prussik back up and redo it >:(((((. Sorry to everyone else in my group for how cold you all got waiting for me!

Eventually we reached the bottom, where I sat in the group shelter with a very cold Alice and drew up notes whilst Joel began taking legs down a draftees, popcorn-covered side passage at the base of the pitch (Purple Prickle Passage). Once Jonty finished rebolting and reached us at the bottom, I joined Joel in surveying the rest of Purple Prickle Passage. The first leg of this passage was walking height, and had a small trickling stream at its base (which came in from the left wall shortly after the passage entrance). There was a muddy tube leading off to the right, which looked a little too tight to be passable (QM1 D in the gruffalo-purplepricklepassage survex file), before the passage turned sharply right, continuing as a dry crawl. About halfway down was another muddy tube leading off to the right, which may be passable (QM2 C). The passage then met a perpendicular rift leading off to the right. Traversing over some wedged boulders and along this rift, it eventually becomes too tight to continue. A small chimney can be seen in the roof (QM3 C). Whilst I was finishing off surveying this part, I heard the crashing sound of falling rocks. After heading back to the base of Jabberwocky, I learned that Joel had gone back to the main chamber and poked his head around the corner of QM2 A to the east at the base of Jabberwocky (from the gruffalo-jabberwocky survex file) and knocked some boulders down a hole, inadvertently finding a voice connection. Good to know I suppose.

Joel also poked his head around the corner of the lead to the South of Jabberwocky (QM3 B gruffalo-jabberwocky.svx), finding an up climb.

Seeing as by this point Alice and Jonty had already headed back up the pitch, we likewise made our way out the cave. As we made our way up Jabberwocky, Joel noticed a large window about 20m above the pitch's base, potentially leading into a parallel shaft (QM4 B on gruffly-jabberwocky.svx). This would require either a bolt climb or a traverse across from partway down the pitch to push, but looks quite promising once you get to it.

I swear there are more pitches on the way out than on the way in! Eventually we made it out back past all the frozen waterfalls to rejoin the others. We got changed, Joel sustained a minor injury, and we all headed back to topcamp through the light but ever-persistent drizzle.

Headed up the hill the evening after the dinner with the remains of a hangover rattling around in my head. Early nights sleep at the stone bridge and a quick get-up in the morning, the intention was to head down Balcony visit the camp then go for an afternoon push into the witching hours, which realistically is what happened.

Balcony has a lot more string than I imagined and some bold climbs/traverses on the way down, hats of to whoever put these in.

Arrived at the camp just after lunch and had lunch, life is that exciting sometimes. Met Becca and James W as we were leaving for caverns so far measureless to man.

The trip to our pushing front was uneventful, if you exclude climbing up the rope into Northern Powerhouse with a heavy tackle bag on my back as uneventful, it wasn't, rookie mistake.

Arrived in the Gorgons Lair chamber and the lead was indicated by a station 12 in red nail varnish on the LHS Wall. The lead is the pitch down, however we noticed an inclined aven up...

Chris rigged the pitch and Frank started surveying it. The pitch edge is a nice wall of pebbly fill, which makes the edge less than solid. Two re-belays and a deviation off an upside down spike preceded arrival at the bottom - Only to find the rope 3m too short and a long length of deviation tat tied onto the bottom. Swung off onto a ledge and started surveying the chamber. After a few legs out of the chamber we found a bolt with a red survey dot next to it. bugger, A lead killed off. The tie-in appears to be 2manpower.9

On exit the critical deviation pinged off and had to be replaced, which took a while.

Interestingly the draught at station 12 was not present either on the pitch or at the bottom of the pitch, or at the constriction at the top of the continuation pitch down. The general thought was that the draught is going up the inclined aven above the pitch.

Had a look at climbing up the inclined aven but it was getting late. The aven is relatively clean washed and water from it has incised through the brown and ancient looking pebbles in the pheratic rift.

Returned to camp really late and ate dinner quietly because Becca and James had gone to bed early, which was in the plan because they were getting up early. Crawled into my pit and chose the end space against the wall. Which was particularly lumpy for a side sleeper and had lots of unconscious slide, cuddle and spoon potential.

Got up late and headed out, this took ages because I'm particularly slow for some reason, potentially related to age and unfitness, but I’m blaming the sore throat and sneeze.

2025#30 2025-PS-01a,b,c

Walked onto the plateau and visited 83 and 2006-70. Attempted to find 107 (Gämsehohle) but completely failed: near to N-facing cliff, thick scrub, poor sight lines. GPS inadequate without clear sketches of location: text is insufficient.

We departed and met with Russell 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.

After this we set off looking for my hiking pole and found out near something I may have marked as 2025-pb-03 (check). We ended up sneding Jonty done one I hadn't marked that ended at about 25 m. Jonty did an amazing job rigging with random ropes, puleses, and some threads.

Afterwards we investigated 2025-pb-04. At this point, out main concern was a farewell dinner at the gasthof, so we flew the drone in and tried to confirm it was dead. Sadly, the photos suggested it didn't go, but we really need a torch on the drone.

On the way back down the hill, I investigated another hole buy climbing into it. Apparently Big Tom averted his eyes, but I didn't think it was that bad. Popped through a small hall of the bottom into a passage that popped through a crawl into a chamber with a shaft above from the surface and the ay on was a snow and ice floored passage.

at the bottom of this pitch we had a conflab and agreed that we were the only people stupid enough to come back here to derig. the end was a tight scrotty thing but the leads contiued partway down the pitch. so we derigged the lead and grendals mother. (I HATE 8MM ITS SO SHIT) the muddy slopes were very "interesting" with big bags . it's rigged as far as the 10m pitch at the end of the muddy slopes where the good "B" leads are. eventully we reached Tartarus (torturous)and then began some interesting srt. srt with no working jammers is fun. pantins were so useless that becka didn't even put hers on. and eventually i got to the top with no working velco (this made me sad as my cuffs kept opening). the mud was extensive and made any action painful especially removing ones foot from ones footloop. (I HATE MUD). (i hate tartarus).

we got back to the horizontal stuff and spent a slightly entertaining hour getting back to camp. dinner was GOOD. leaving camp the next day was interesting. i spent 4 hours leaving the cave and once on honeycomb my croll decided to wear through the top of the front plate . the sharp edge was shaving some rope so careful srt was required. the rerigging on mongol rally was interesting and the additional deviations seemed a tad excessive. as i was caving on my own the only words that exited my mouth were swearwords on many pitches. eventually i hit sunlight and got back to topcamp and met becka who was very keen to get down the hill. luke had not appeared and i had a large fear i had managed to leave him stranded somewhere. fortunately he had spent 40 mins cleaning his jammers at the bottom of mongol rally.

Incidentally, this trip was a true changing of the guard, as the original explorers had now left expo and it was over to me, Ned and Ella to make the fabled connection to KH. I had never surveyed in a cave before, and everything was going very well until the second leg, at which point the SAP announced "MAGNETIC ANOMALY - IRON NEAR". After various discussions about how magnetic Austrian caves were, we decided to solve the problem by turning off the warning altogether, and blissfully surveyed away. Hopefully next time we are back I can resurvey this section with a recalibrated SAP.

Next, we proceeded to bolt the continuing pitch, and as Ella hadn't bolted in a cave yet she was deemed the prefect candidate, being taught by Ned who by then had a solid two days of underground bolting to his name. The first pitch was tight, but eventually widened out to a large chamber with huge boulders on the floor acting as a landing pad. Going down the slope, great excitement was felt when a further huge pitch was discovered. We decided the cut the previous rope so we'd have just enough to rig this pitch. Finally, at the bottom we were treated to some magnificent fossilized remains in the avens walls, and Ned even spotted a completely whole ammonite shell. At the bottom of this aven, there was a meandering streamway which went upstream a shortway, however the way on was clearly down the vadose section beneath the phreatic passage. With no rope and limited time, we headed out confident that at this point this cave had to somehow connect to KH, which was later found to be only 24m away horizontally!

After a short walk we reach the start of Young Men at roughly 2:30pm, and decide to begin by killing leads,

C - Lead, side squeeze -> craps out after 5/8m.

B - Lead, out drafting stooping/crawling passage -> 30/50m to a drafty dig (probably only need hands, i want to try this when we de-rig).

Then moved on to our junction with 3 A/B leads (after some tidying up)

We started with the B - Lead, drafting crawl into a chamber

The chamber had 3 passages off and a rifty aven that may go. Two of these passages converged after a few meters and had the sound of running water coming from them, and the last was sloped downwards to a muddy crawling passage. We went in the direction of water first.

This passage reached a wet down climb (C - Lead?), a wet up climb (C - Lead?) and a muddy squeeze (C - Lead (Ash may have put it as a dig but that is wrong as i have already dug it enough to get through)) after a few 10s of meters.

Going back to the chamber we head in the other direction, after a while of muddy crawling and a dead end or two we reach a wet pitch with not great rock, (A-Lead?). I believe Ash wants to go back to drop this one.

Finally, we go back to the original junction. Ash is getting a bit cold and so he decides to rush back down CfYM to warm up and get a bite of flapjack, while I scoop a bit of the less promising A - Lead (downwards walking passage, drafting in)

Its 20-30m and ends in a wet washed 8m down pitch and a traverse around to the side (both killed on our next trip).

Ash then gets back, we survey it and head out.

On our walk to top camp from KH, we seem to spot one of those orange tents ⛺️ lit up on the hill over on the plateau and think its strange.

5 minutes later i realise how stupid we are and that it is the moon.

Arriving back at top camp at 1am

Useful information on fixing it from Frank: UN-PLUG THE DEEP FAT FRYER (This is important, the electrical contacts are surprisingly close to the reset button, fucking this up may cause a short circuit which will damage the deep fat fryer, AND POTENTIALLY KILL YOU, this usually hurts a lot too), Basically the deep fat fryer has a manually resettable thermal overload. Unplug the deep fat fryer, There is a hole in the back of the fryer marked 'RESET', insert a thin screwdriver and feel for the button in the back of the unit, it is directly behind the hole and 50mm, when you press it you will feel a 'light click'. If you don't get it on the third attempt get a No.1 cross head screwdriver and remove the back of the fryer (7 small screws), the overload is the 15mm round thing with two wires attached, and in the middle a little black button, press it and you will feel it click. Clean the grease off everything, because it won't happen otherwise. Put everything back together and plug the unit back in. Turn the temperature knob, you should feel the 'control thermostat' click (It's a different thermostat), and the red light should come on. If you have survived, everyone can now have more chips, if you have not survived everyone else can have chips.

On the way to Top Camp to get my camping gear I saw a gamsa. I took that as a good bye from the plateau, especially after I saw one on the way up earlier.

• 0.5kg of muesli
• 0.3kg of couscous
• Too much milk powder
• 6 tea bags
• Too much sugar
• 12 oatso
• 1 kg of flapjack
• 2 soup
• NO HOT CHOCOLATE
• NO NODDLES
• 3 packets custard
• 4 u/g meals
• 3 bars of chocolate
• 4 bags of sweets
• 1 toilet rolls
• 2 part used gas
• 4 useless lighters - switch to better ones
• 2 sad stoves
• 1 roll of poo bags
• 1 group shelter
• 21 hangers, mailions and thrubolts
• 3 Hangers and mailions
• 1 hammer
• 2 blow tubes
• Some deviation tat

  @ Water station

• 24 hangers and mailions
• 16 hangers, mailions and old hilti bolts
• 3 deviation tat
• 200m of 8mm green
• 40m + 60m of orange 9mm ends need tapping.
• 8 x shorter length of rope 8m -25m~

  Left @ the top of Charon

• 70m of 9mm green
• 3 Hangers and mailions
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  2025-07-19
  Frank Tully
  Basecamp - 5G Signal Test
  Quick test of the 5G mobile phone download speed, At the tree next to the road of base camp. Network Cell Info Lite, Android, running on Samsung Note 2021 5G(NSA) Network, Operator A1, UK Operator EE, Signal strength -85db (-98db is the boundary between amber and green, so 85db is good) Download speed 28.8Mb/s, Upload speed 27.1 Mb/s, Ping 165ms, Jitter 19ms

  In the tatty hut the signal strength is -93db (Green so OK)

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  2025-07-19
  Philip S.
  Basecamp - Busy day, then not.
  Hot day, lots and lots of people at base. Then everyone left leaving me on my own. Several hours of work later basecamp is almost tidy and the washing up almost done.

  Complicated arrangements made to collect Wookey tomorrow evening.

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  2025-07-21
  james w, frank t
  gruffalo - siily old joel, doesn't he know, there's no such thing as a gruffalo
  Derigging the gruffalo

  me and frank went to gruffalo to derig gruffalo is a shit yorkshire blackbook cave with squuezy pitch heads an a tight rift to wriggle in. jabberwocky was nice and big! Entire cave derigged , one nut dropped down jabberwocky from the small 3 bolt traverse

  T/U: 3.0 hours
  
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  2025-07-21
  Ned Hopes, Ella Marcovitch, James Hallihan, Thomas Beech
  2025-dw-01 - AngfangergluckHohle Pushing towards KH - Trip number 4
  Our fourth trip in this delightful hole was in hope of connecting it with KH. On every hour we had agreed to scream at whatever point we’d made it to in attempts to hear each other through the ‘Bad Aussee sex shop’ connection- aptly named as neither turned out to exist.

  We dropped the first four pitches/ traverses without incident and while bolting the fifth I felt a whoosh of air and the sound of water and did an extremely quick changeover of my descender and my pants. Luckily it turned out to be pouring down the aven opposite so I sat in the emergency shelter for 45 minutes checking whether it would start pouring down mine. It didn’t.

  We arrived at the bottom of that section and found a lovely bat skeleton through a window to the side of the floor rift. The next pitch was down a tight rift and led into a 25 metre hang into a large aven. This unfortunately tightened down to a wiggling rift that we shouted down extensively but turned out to be too tight for people. Some chemical or percussive persuasion could perhaps make this bigger. Interest in this likely depending on its proximity to KH leads.

  Little Tom and I dropped the pitch next to the muddy traverse that appears after the enrichment Aven traverse and Fordo fault. This was a 30m impressive pitch, however it did not lead anywhere apart from to another bat skeleton. There are arguably three more leads in the cave. One at the bat skeleton window which goes through an extremely tight rift in the floor but looks like it opens up underneath by the head of the 5th pitch. The other is a drippy Aven which you go up into from the wind tunnel before bug world.

  There is a hole on the opposite side of the drips that goes down around 10m, undescended. The final lead is the Aven on the far right as you come into vertigo view chamber. Unsure if this goes anywhere as it is likely the upstream beginning of the rift that ends up being Fordo Fault. Probably worth dropping though.

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  2025-07-21
  Philip S., Frank, James W., Wookey
  Basecamp - Wookey train horrendosity

  Wookey's train journey from Calais to expo didn't go to plan due mostly to Deutsche Bahn being rubbish: 4 out of 6 segments were late or missing.

  Plan was:

   
    Calais     6:34   Paris Nord 09:32  ICE SNCF
    Paris Est 10:54   Stuttgart  14:04  ICE DB
    Stuttgart 14:51   Muenchen   16:49  ICE DB
    Muenchen  17:29   Salzburg   18:58  REX DB
    Salzburg  19:45   Bad Ischel 20:59  Bus 150
    Bad Ischl 21:04   Bad Aussee 21:40  Local train
   

  As everyone was up the hill Frank had left car at the stn and PhilS was going to deliver keys by bike

  First Calais train set off 20 mins late, setting the tone for the day. I had left plenty of time for connections, knowing that DB are useless, so caught Paris to Stuttgart easily, but that one ended up 40 mins late. 54 mins for connection meant it should still have been OK, but the Stuttgart to Muenchen train was cancelled completely, (and clearly other trains had gone wrong) so the station was total chaos with hundreds of stranded and confused passengers milling about.

  Next train to Munich now had two trains-worth of people on it, but I managed to get on. Spent the whole time online recalculating possibilities. As well as starting 30 mins later than original plan, this train ended up being a few more mins late, so I missed train to Salzburg by 4 minutes (grr!). Got next one, however that was Austrian (not DB) so didn't honour DB tickets, leaving me paying another 35 euro (the kind conductor let me pretend I started at a later station than Muenchen so at least it wasn't 50 euro!

  All this meant I actually got to Salzburg back on schedule, arriving at 150 bus stop with 10 mins to spare. Result! But then the 150 bus just drove past without stopping (so annoying!), so I had to get next one. This bus stopped for 15 mins en-route for the driver to talk to a couple of police offers for some mysterious reason, guaranteeing that I missed the agreed train to Bad Aussee. At least there _are_ later trains to BA these days. Eventually made it to BA about 1.5 hours late at 23:06. By this time Frank & James had come down after derigging gruffalo, so the complicated bike-assissted recovery was not needed, and Frank kindly came to pick me up.

  All a bit of a faff really. Even leaving sensible 40-min+ connection gaps is not enough to save one from DB's cockups if trains just disappear, and buses ignore you.

  Lots of people up the hill leaving wet washing strewn about the site. Sunshine meant that this could be dried and folded.
   

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  2025-07-21
  Luke, Alice, Buck, Hannah UG, Lara
  KH - KH 161 - Pushing beyond Enniskillen Toad Series
  KH – Pushing beyond Enniskillen Toad Series

  *the trip was so long that I’ve forgotten the exact timings.

  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.

  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.

  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.

  Alice bolted a traverse round into Hobsons Conduit while Luke watched.

  Lara, Hannah UG and Buck went to kill off an A-lead.

  Everyone reconvened just as Alice finished bolting the traverse.

  Alice. Hannah UG and Buck went into to survey Hobsons Conduit.

  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.

  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*.

  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.

  Together we all walked steadily back, getting to top camp around 4am* for a quick curry and noodles and in bed for 4:30am.

  [recovered after being obliterated from the logbook by another caver; who has initials JW..]

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  2025-07-22
  Thomas Beech, Ash Gregg, Luke Stangroom, Ned Hopes
  Plateau around Popperhoehle - Prospecting above KH
  Tired from caving, and having exhausted most of the leads in Popperhoehle, we set off to prospect for more caves in the area. After some searching around, Ned found a large hole in the plateau (2025-TB-02- Regenmacherhoehle) which he dropped with petzl pulses, and quickly found it choked. The most interesting thing about this cave was that it only rained for the duration that Ned was underground. Afterwards, Ash looked down another crater, initially looking at a large obvious entrance. This choked almost immediately, however on the exit Ash noticed another, less obvious entrance (2025-ASH-03 Zweiteranlaufhoehle). I initially explored it, finding two pitches before it choked. The bottom pitch had a small ice plug, but then choked with no ways on.

  Exhausted with an (almost) full day of prospecting, we headed back for some curry.

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  2025-07-23
  James W, Frank, Janis, Ned H, Tom b
  2025-tb-01 - Kaninchen jaeger - Pushing in shorts
  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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  2025-07-23
  Philip S.
  2025-PS-02 - Mostly plateau photographing and checking entrances
  Cycled up to the bottom of the cable car and took it up (with bike) to the car park.
   
  In retrospect this was a bit of a mistake as I realised that I had used up a days-worth of legs before I had even started walking. Also the amount of faff and pre-preparing GPX files for prospecting meant that I might as well have taken the first 955 bus which gets to the cable car at about 0930. I re-fuelled with apfel strudl.
  
  
  

  It did all work out, and having the bike up there meant that I could start coming down at 17:00 instead of 16:30, and without any stress for missing the last car. Though the berg restaurant was shut of course so no last-minute apfelstrudl for me.

  I photographed and location-checked several entrances on or near the col-SB path, and found an recorded shaft "Promising Pit" 2025-PS-02 which is about 20m deep with a small pile of snow just visible at the bottom. . But the reason it is promising is that (a) it is close-ish to the path, (b) it is very close (just over the ridge behind) to a large gully/open area which is filled with rocks but clearly takes a lot of water. (d) Wishful thinking may make it the link between Kaninchenhöhle and Gämsehöhle (107) (107 does extend in a direction towards this shaft).

  Lessons of the day:

  • more sugary snacks required
  • don't use up legs getting to the walking area
  • entrance GPS locations post-2006 are pretty good

  The ride down was chilly about the knees, and somewhat uncomfortable as you don't change position for 20 minutes. It would be exhilarating were it not for the constant concern that you are about to become nothing but a red smear on the tarmac. The amount of potential energy involved is frightening.

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  2025-07-23
  Frank Tully, James Waite, Janis Huns, Ned Hopes, Thomas Beech
  2025-ft-01 - 2025-ft-01 2025-ft-02 - Prospecting 2025-ft-01 2025-ft-02
  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). Basically to the North East or Kanichenhohle

  2025-ft-01 Rundwuhlmaus Hohle Round Vole Hole, named after the cute mouse in the stone bridge

  Thomas Beech found a likely hole first and started rigging it with Petzl pulses. Frank Tully surveyed it and photoed it. Basically it went down two pitches and crapped out in a chamber floored in frost shatter and ice, no draught.

  2025-ft-02 Splor Hohle Named because the first part was explored using the light on a mobile phone.

  James Waite and Ned Hope ventured off further down the benches to find their own shaft(s). Following completion of 2025-ft-01 we joined them and it was a big one, big enough for four, which was good because James forgot his helmet and borrowed mine.

  After some festering I noticed a phreatic tube in the side of a bench 20025-ft-02. dropped into a small chamber and through a squeeze to another small chamber. Janis Huns had a helmet so explored it to a conclusion, frank surveyed it. This cave ends with no obvious draught.

  Went for a walk and there are lots more shafts in this area which need dropping.

  Stayed up at top camp to watch the lightening storms forcast for 20:00, we had some drizzle after midnight

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  2025-07-23
  Wookey, Ash, Luke
  KH - Horizontal leads in the far end of KH

  Wook was keen to see what they'd found at the far end of KH, and as everyone was complaining about what a long way it was, there were still leads going. Prompt start leaving SB by 8:30 saw us underground at 9:20. Got to the far end (bottom of new pitch in Natural Way down to Enniskillen Toad) in 3 hours. Had a look round at the various leads in Meat Sofa before heading to the current pushing front to see what we could knock off without gear (leaving Buck and Alice to do the drilling/rigging stuff). Looked along walking A-lead but decided to start with the B-lead at the end next to the final pitch (eniskillentoad.50) to see if it would bypass the pitch without rigging. It did indeed rapidly get us round the other side (or at least one other side - there may well be a '3rd side' - it's hard to tell without rope or falling down the hole. Then it dropped with a slightly dubious c5 down and back up the other side of a clean-washed bit. Luke demonstrated that it was doable so we all followed. Now in a small chamber, ahead looked down about 5m into some space, to the right through a hole looked down 3m into a nice passage but was rather overhanging, and to the left was yet another overlook. This time unclimable due to height and being a very dodgy dirt ledge. We suspected all 3 led to the same passage.

  Wook found he could shin down the overhang by sliding through behind some fretwork to climb down in acceptable safety. Ash followed. Luke went back to get a rope so we could get out again. We were back in walking passage, now with a fine draught. Surveying along we soon found ourselves back at the original A-lead. So we could have got here a lot more easily!

  Wook shinned back up the overhanging mantelshelf and retrieved the rope. We then surveyed southwards, again in mostly-walking passage. Got to a sediment shelf 3m up with another across an inconvenient gap of a couple of metres. Wook decided a dynamic leap across was plausible, and indeed it worked. This passage is 'Leap of Faith'.

  So we all crossed, leaving getting back for 'future us'. We passed a very clean (and gloriously echoey) inlet. From here there was a deep T-slot and the copious dirt fell into the wet bottom. We traversed and shinned until reaching a ~6m pitch at a cross-rift. Climbing up the rift to the right one could see that the passage continued about 5m above the old level (A-lead), but a rope would be sensible to get into it without undue risk. There may be a climb up the end of the rift possible too (B-lead).

  We returned (getting back turned out to be fine). And headed off northwards following the main wind. More very nice walking passage to a T-junction. We went right (uphill, leaving A-lead downhill), and soon reached an unusual 2x3m pool pool in an S-bend. It was very clear, but also had unusual floating 'mats/scumlines/dirt' floating on the surface. The water had no pobvious feed, but there must be enough replenishment to coutner evaporation from the wind. Unsure if the mats are bacterial or chemical. Ash tried to take a few photos. We tiptoed around it to a convenient place to stop (an another junction/cross-rift) and called that a day with about 285m in the book. A-lead left, B-lead up to right.

  Went back to complete a loop in a lower passage where we started, met up with Buck and Alice to compare notes (they planned to stay a few more hours as last trip) and headed out, aiming to get back before midnight for a civilised kip. Back to the entrance in about 3hr45m, then the rather tedious slog back up the hill for curry.

  Wook logged a GPS track at the entrance for 12 hours, which strongly suggests that the current entrance location is about 12m off to the SSW.

  An excellent trip, with more leads at the end than the start. This is a really interesting area of cave. And despite it being quite a lot of caving, it is only '3-4' hours travel each way once you know the route, so quite do-able.

  T/U: 12.0 hours
  
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  2025-07-23
  Buck, Alice
  KH - Putting the Green in Greenhouse
  The time had come for mine and Alice's final trip* of expo 2025, and after our previous trip to the Enniskillen Toad Series, we were keen to return, despite the long, longggggg journey there and back. Luke, Ash, and Wookey were also bound for that end of KH, but in the interests of expediency, we decided to operate as two separate groups, the three of them investigating the leads off 1AM Shower, whilst Alice and I returned to Hobson's Conduit.

  Reluctant to carry rope such a long way, we decided we'd kill off Hobson's Conduit (if it did indeed die), then de-rig the traverses and use that rope for further pushing elsewhere in the area.

  After a lovely night sleeping out on the plateau beneath the stars, we woke up to find we'd overslept by about 45 minutes. Ah well, it'll give the other three a good head start down the pitches! We packed our bags, ate plenty of breakfast, and finally set off for KH. By 11am, we were heading down the entrance series.

  The journey in was rather smooth and uneventful actually. Knossos, Repton, Satan's Sitting Room, Natural Way, it all went by in a blur. After four trips in KH, I was really starting to feel like I knew the route. I was even finally getting the hang of the top rebelay on Strange Upfall! By about half 2, we were sat at the corner at the pushing front of Hobson's Conduit, getting ready to survey.

  After a short break (for the two of us to layer up, and for me to stuff myself with flapjack) we began surveying up the sandy-floored passage past the corner. We got as far as a short blockage of sand that required scrambling up and over before it quickly became apparent that during our break, we'd actually cooled down quite a lot. Surveying was thus put on hold whilst we ran back and forth along the length of Hobson's Conduit for a little while to warm ourselves up.

  Feeling a bit toastier now, we sped back to the pushing front and returned to surveying. ~15m up the passage we found ourselves in an oval-shaped, high-ceilinged (~12m) chamber. There were two small holes way up in the roof, but the only suitable way on was a window around 5m up on the wall opposite the entrance. Yeah, that looks free-climbable! Hmm, that handhold wasn't as solid as I'd thought from a distance. Ok, that rock is actually a bit slippy. Ah, I see. Turns out the rock here is covered in a ~1cm layer of horrible, soft, crumbly cheese. After several attempts involving stepping on each others' shoulders a bit, and pushing at the backs of each others' wellies to keep them from slipping, I finally made it up to the window and peaked over. I was greeted by the sight of a large rift sloping down and away from me, with what looked like a sandy floor ~15-20m below the window. No draft, but it looks reasonably big, so definitely worth exploring! (QM1 A hobsonsconduit2.6). But all our rope was currently inaccessible in the form of the Hobson's Conduit traverses. Huh.

  After a slow climb down (which I did NOT enjoy), we briefly debated de-rigging the traverses on ourselves and using that rope for pushing, before deciding to just leave it for next year. We retreated back down Hobson's Conduit and into MEAT SOFA, noticing along the way that the pitch in the middle of Hobson's Conduit (QM1 B hobsonsconduit.18) wasn't dripping at all today. We de-rigged the second of the two traverses, leaving the first for now, before having a look around at the other leads in that part of the cave. We had a poke over by Mr Tea Strainer, mistakenly went down the Cutlery Drawer thinking it was one of the B leads off MEAT SOFA, then actually had a quick look at those B leads, before eventually deciding they actually weren't looking particularly tempting to push. Instead, we returned to Mr Tea Strainer to have a look at bolting a traverse along the left side of the p6, aiming for the small window in the far wall (QM9 B enniskillen-toad.30).

  After running through a quick plan for it together, Alice set to work doing the bolting whilst I headed back to Hobson's Conduit to de-rig the first traverse. Before I got to work, I quickly sped up Circuit Laundry (briefly stopping to pick up a kazoo I'd dropped during my previous trip) to have a quick look at the drippy aven at the end of the rightmost passage (QM3 hobsonsconduit.20). Last time I'd been there, we were in flood, and it had been far too drippy to be safely passable. But today, with the much drier weather, it was only a little more than a drizzle. Poking my head round the corner, I saw what looked like the top of a pitch at the far end. Maybe worth having a better look at next year!

  As I headed back to Mr Tea Strainer, de-rigging the traverse along the way, I was greeted the sounds of Alice's speaker blasting the small selection of songs she had downloaded on her phone. It was actually a little eerie to hear music from a distance whilst I was de-rigging, but definitely in a nice and atmospheric way!

  I returned to the scene of Alice methodically hammering at anything and everything she could, trying to find a single patch of rock that wasn't crumbly or fractured so she could put another bolt in before traversing around a wall protrusion. We both hammered around for a little while before eventually finding/making a suitable spot, and I left Alice to her bolting once again, heading towards 1am Shower to meet up with the other group.

  Wow, do the passages in 1am Shower draft! I quickly came upon the other group's bags dumped in the middle of the passage, and it wasn't much further on that I found them surveying a low bit of passage. They quickly finished up and we chatted briefly. They'd done their bit for the day and were heading out, so they passed on what they'd surveyed and what they hadn't, and I headed back to re-convene with Alice. We both decided we were most invested in finishing this traverse and seeing what was on the other side of it, so Alice got back to work bolting. Luke popped by briefly to inform us he was leaving a 10m rope at the base of the pitch by Floordrobe Junction that we were welcome to use if we wanted to.

  Soon after, we reached the window at the other side of the traverse. Looking back over the p6 at the opposite wall (RHW if looking from beside Mr Tea Strainer) we could see a large arched passage leading off its base (QM2 A ptgig.2). Through the window, we found a slippery sandy sloping passage. Between this and the traverse was a wall of consolidated sand right where the rope wanted to go, so Alice spent about fifteen minutes excavating it, during which she finally learned why Jonty loves gardening so much. It was such an important experience for her that we decided to call the traverse 'Putting the Green in Greenhouse' (since it was the best 51 Enniskillen Road reference we could think of that had a link to gardening). She put a bolt in at the other side, then I put one final bolt in before descending down the muddy slope. Unfortunately, our rope only made it halfway down, but it was far enough for me to see the huge chamber it led into, with multiple large avens and rifts leading off of it, the sounds of water coming from some of them (QM1 A ptgig.4). The slope comes in somewhere up the wall of this chamber (I couldn't get close enough to the edge to see the bottom, but rocks I threw took 3-4s to reach the bottom, so it's a considerable pitch!). This route definitely leads somewhere interesting, but it might be easier to try pushing from the bottom of the p6 first, as it likely leads to the same place.

  Either way, we didn't really have the rope to continue, so we headed back across the traverse and began surveying. I took a little while shooting splays into QM1 to try to capture its shape (this broadly failed as I wasn't really far enough down the muddy slope to see around the corners properly). Apart from that, it went pretty smoothly, but by the time we finished, it was actually rather late. Once we'd packed everything away and were ready to go, it was already twenty to ten!

  The way back was fine, but longgggg. Our jammers were sad and muddy, so pitches were slow and painful, and we had an especially tiring time getting past the tyrolean in Satan's Sitting Room (the rigging definitely needs rethinking next year. Even just a knotted traverse line alongside it would make a huge difference, as it's quite a pain hauling yourself up when you've come back from a long trip and are already exhausted!).

  The rest of the journey wasn't specifically painful, just long. Shoutout to Alice's speaker for keeping our spirits high! My favourite part was waiting in the large passage just past the top of Strange Downfall whilst Alice ascended. There's something really cosy about that part of the cave! I think it's the fact that it's got downpitches on either side, so you feel both the remoteness of being deep underground and also the remoteness of being perched safely in a high up place. Probably my favourite part of KH.

  By just after half two, we found ourselves at the top of the entrance series. Alice had an especially interesting ascent, as her chest jammer was in manual mode the whole way up. After a little faff, we finally headed back up the side of the plateau to Topcamp for another night beneath the stars.

  *Or so we thought!

  T/U: 15.5 hours
  
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  2025-07-24
  philip s, alice, ash, buck, frank, hamish, musky, james h, james w., janis, lara, luke, ned, bigtom, wookey
  basecamp - rainy day
  Lots of people came down and a rainy day.

  Luke and Ash had to wait for a lift at the car park.
  
  Ash waiting for a lift after a wet walk down

  Very fine chili in the evening. A bit hot for wookey.

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  2025-07-24
  Frank Tully, James Waite
  Gruffalo - Derigging Gruffalo
  We had a lot of fun in the rain... The rain was forecast in the afternoon so we festered all morning then went caving.

  Walked over to Gruffalo via the Tunnocks col, go over the col and follow the bunder free strip down until it intersects the huge fault which has closely cropped grass, take a right and continue down until you find the large doline again with close cropped grass. We found a Gemza skeleton in the bottom, which was nice. The general consensus is that this is an easier path than going via Fish Face and Happy Butterfly. It needs more cairns and some reflectors if it becomes a trade route.

  Gruffalo is 15m up on the East flank of the depression above the tall larch tree.

  The draught is really impressive, clouds billowing out. More impressively the first 50m of the shaft are lines with ice.

  Followed the string down past two squeezey bits to where the shaft enlarges. Luckily James went to the bottom, because he found a bag with rope and a bunch of unused studs. Paella'ed the kit out of the hole in good time, James had to take his harness off to return the second squeeze bit.

  The heavens opened whilst we were down there, there was a roaring in a parallel shaft and behind the ice. The general shaft stayed dry.

  The rain was torrential by the time we got to the surface and everything got soaked. started walking back with oversuit on and all the wet rope. I was too knackered to make it back to the Tunnock's col with all my load and dumped half the rope on the way back. This still needs collecting 25 July 2025. James obviously was fine carrying his overload up the hill.

  Arrived back to top camp around 17:00 Top camp needs gas and is out of Cous Cous, and the stoves need fettling, so we went down the hill to get this sorted. It stopped raining as we arrived at base camp.

  T/U: 2.0 hours
  
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  2025-07-25
  Becka, Ash, Hamish, James Hallihan, Lara, Luke
  Garlic cave - Removing gear from Garlic camp and inventory of remaining kit there
  We walked from Top Camp to Homecoming where Hamish took the absurdly heavy daren drum full of metalware. We continued to Garlic cave and took what we could manage back to Top Camp. The inventory or list of the remaining gear left at Garlic cave is:

  [ ] 6 solar panels

  [ ] Large green water barrel

  [ ] 2 rucksacks worth of dead rope

  [ ] 4 or so medium tarps

  [ ] Large, heavy black pelicase with electronics assume for solar panels

  [ ] Gas stove for use with Top Camp size gas bottles

  Probably 4-6 person loads to clear it all

  NEEDS A SPANNER to remove 5 or so hangers and maillons

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  2025-07-26
  Philip S.
  basecamp - Warm and dry in my pit
  Woken by the sound of watch alarms going off. Dash to the loo ahead of the rush and get back into bed. Various sounds of disgust and despair at the state of the weather, eventually all is peaceful.

  It is warm and dry in my pit. I go back to sleep to the sound of steady [8mm/3hr] rain.

  [Time exposed to the weather: ~ 6 seconds]

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  2025-07-26
  Frank Tully
  basecamp - Temperature Recording Results
  Temperature logger results

  I installed a temperature logger in the roof of the Tatty hut in August 2023. Basically it recorded the temperature every 20 minutes.

  Quick overview of the temperature throughout the year

  The peaks over 10degC appear to be when we took the logger and the kit out of the tatty hut roof.

  Temperature from August to October 2023 was 4 to 5 degC It then cooled down to go below freezing 8 November 2023, minimum temperature -4.9 degC.

  In Janurary the temperature then warmed up to between 0 and 1 degC until the start of June.

  The temperature was still less than 2.1 degC until we took the kit of the roof on the 8 July at 14:07.

  Basically, Austria is cold on average, and the tatty hut roof is well insulated.

  The logger will be in the document Peli Case in Troungold this year. It has had a new battery and is already recording.

  Something has gone wrong with the downloads and I need an UberNerd to fix it :¬)

  The results for 2023-24 are here, download .pdf file

  The .xls file has special characters and does not work with Libra Office... download .xml file

  The .csv file does work :) download .csv file

  T/U: 0.0 hours
  
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  2025-07-26
  Lara, Ash
  161 - Outrageous Behaviour
  I had sworn to myself that a) I wouldn’t go down KH again b) I was done with pushing this expo and yet here I found myself back in Triassic Park, regretting my decisions.

  It had been a fine morning (rain of course) and we’d all forced ourself out of nice warm sleeping bags and dragged ourselves across the hill to 161.g. The group was actually two groups, acting independently and heading to two different leads in Enniskillen Toad. Wookey, Becka and Luke had faffed a little less and set off first, Becka looking very amusing with a group shelter over her back like a giant orange snail. Ash was my partner in crime for the day and we had bagsied the walking lead, giving the drill to the others.

  We caught up and then lost the other group multiple times on the entrance series and the route to Knossos catching wonderful snippets of Becka’s rage at Wookey’s faffing. First at Top Camp, then the entrance, then Knossos… soon though they disappeared into the distance and it was just the two of us. I’d been strategically avoiding caving with Ash all expo: we’d come close many times and done the same trips but this was the first time we actually had to put up with each other. It was actually a lovely experience and Ash responded tolerantly to my moderate grumpiness. I couldn’t believe I was back here again and there seemed like an unbelievable amount of hours of caving ahead of me. I got with the program though and cheered up around Knossos.

  We’d all prearranged a signing in and signing out system at the pitches which were to be derigged/pulled up – it worked perfectly and it was amusing to see how long it had been between people. Ash had nominated us for another task that day which put us several hours behind. The up rope at Repton led to Country for Old Men where Ash and Hamish had been pushing a lead that required rope removing. This was a bit of a slog and very muddy, but two hours later we’d finished, left a pile of rope and started on the main route to Enniskillen Toad. Somewhere along the many hours of caving Ash commented that he was paranoid the others had stolen our nice walking lead. I reassured him that they were all respectable expedition-members and nothing of the sort would have happened.

  Repton, Beehive, Satan’s Sitting Room, scary traverse, East Anglia, gasp, The Natural Way, The Drinks Shelf and finally Enniskillen Toad. It’s a bloody long way and has started to feel like a hellish commute. Enniskillen Toad itself feels a bit like an old friend however, its satisfying to return to places you were the first footprints in.

  We had just arrived at the lead, layered up and surveyed 10 metres when I hear voices coming down the passage – one distinctively Becka’s. It turns out that their planned lead had crapped out. So had their back up option and another on the way. Becka was irritated. Our lead was currently looking rather promising – nice and easy walking and a good draft – we felt very jammy. Despite their envy the other group headed off in another direction to push something near us.

  Much to Ash’s annoyance, after half an hour and 80m passage, I once again heard Becka’s voice – this time coming from the right route at a junction we had just found. Their lead had joined ours. Despite serious grumbling and suggestions their might be another junction soon, Ash persuaded them to push a silly lead somewhere else that no one else had bothered to look into. This peace lasted an hour till they were back. Everything had crapped out except our very promising looking passage. What preceded this led to the passage being called ‘Outrageous Behaviour’. Our group went from having no dogs to three: Becka and Wookey both pushing ahead to ‘just see what the passage did next’. There was some serious squabbling and vigorous discussion. Luke looked embarrassed to my amusement but our peace had been irreparably shattered. At this point we’d met a rift and a small pitch and so they were all sent to get the drill. By the time they had returned Ash and I decided we were a) cold, b) wanted to be out at a reasonable time and c) 5 people was too many to push one lead. We retreated with only mild grumpiness.

  The way out was rather nice, with smooth speedy caving. Drinks Shelf and Triassic are the exception - both of which are deceptively easy on the way in. Ash and I discussed many thing and it didn’t feel like too long until we were signing out at Strange Downfall, having picked up a muddy pile of rope from Repton. None of our jammers gripped even slightly on Knossos of course and Ash was very patient at the amount I swore at my pantin. After another hour of caving we left through the crawl due to drip - luckily it wasn’t raining on the surface, and we arrived back at Top camp at a respectable 11:30.

  What’s Rigged in KH: (updated at the end of 2025 expo)

  Entrance Pitch: Derigged
  Bits inbetween the entrance and Knossos (4) (tyrolean, traverses, e.t.c): Left in
  Knossos: Derigged
  Staircase 36 (and traverses): Left in – 2025 rope
  Runnelstone and Shrinking Prospects (apart from up-pitch): Derigged
  Strange Downfall: Derigged
  Strange Upfall: Left in
  Old Men (apart from the up-pitch – 2025 rope): Derigged
  All ropes to Meat Sofa (scary traverse, three wise men, handlines, the drinks shelf, the natural way, e.t.c): Left in
  Traverses in Hobsons Conduit: Derigged
  MEAT SOFA traverse: Left in
  Ropes to and in Are We Nearly There Yet (up pitch, handline, e.t.c): Left in
  

  T/U: 11.0 hours
  
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  2025-07-27
  Becka, Luke, Wookey
  Kaninchenhoehle - Natural Way to leads in Enniskill
  The 6am start failed to materialise as the rain kept going. Eventually we hauled ourselves up and tried to muster some stoke. Becka fashioned a survival bag over-kagoule cape which was quite effective, whilst Lara went for a bin bag over-trousers skirt which, with an indecent slit, also kept the worst off. We fought over less drippy patches in the changing area then descended the entrance pitch with kags, double hoods and no gloves (to keep them dry for the rest of the trip). Entrance shaft was wet but safe. 3.5 hours to the start of this year's finds. Luke gave me a tour of the chamber - both impressive in scale and some lovely features. Then off to a series of leads that we rapidly dispatched. The first ended in 3 legs, the next, up a 3m free climb, in about a dozen legs down phreatic crawling. Wookey was keen to be completist and descend the small, wet, modern pitch there but Luke and I vetoed him given its low prospects and our paltry 5 thru bolts (50% of the available supply at Top Camp ... though many more turned up the next day during the massive sort out). We then went to the leads that Lara and Ash had taken and found them just starting one. We set off on the other lead, past Loch Gosser. This led down a steep, muddy phreatic ramp and was looking promising until, in a few short legs I spotted a flash of light ahead. Darn, we'd connected in to the others. We backtracked on our lead to tick off a QMB and QMC we'd left, neither went. We then caught up with the others and caused mayhem as we milled around them in crawly passage. This shortly led to a canyon and, next to it, a short pitch. We went back to fetch our drill etc. On returning Lara and Ash, cold from draughty surveying, headed out, having not taken up Luke's offer of slithering down the pitch then having him bolt their exit. Wookey rigged the muddy p4 down to larger, attractive walking phreas. By now we were also cold and it was gone 6pm but it did look good so we fired off a few legs until we got to another short pitch, under 10m. We still had 2 thru bolts but our remaining rope was too short. We headed home in 4.5 hours including derigging the disgustingly muddy Strange Downfall rope. Out up a dryish entrance pitch at 23.30 to a dry night, hoorah.
  T/U: 13.0 hours
  
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  2025-07-27
  Philip S., frank, james w, janis, ned, tom beech
  basecamp - Is this heavy drizzle or light rain?
  Probably 'medium rain'.

  Hmm.
  0730 - everyone still in bed. Despite Becka's exhortations yesterday (and her not-encouraging request for more dry clothes to be brought up).

  Nat and Sarah had some horrid coffee and are leaving expo. They arrived a day or so ago for a brief visit.

  [much later]
  Frank drove nearly everyone up for a mid-afternoon break in the rain, leaving just Ned and Philip S. at base for the evening. Ned cooked a fine peppery pasta meal. Philip troggled.

  T/U: 0.0 hours
  
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  2025-07-27
  Philip S, Frank
  Basecamp - The cold tap
  The cold tap in the hut has failed: in the ON position, full blast. Frank has turned off the water at the stopcock under the sink, but this also turns off the water to the outside tap too. The toilet tap and flush still work.

  It's Sunday.

  Fortunately, it's Frank and he's on it:
  

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  2025-07-28
  james w, frank t
  popper hohle - derig
  entereded cave at 07:35 whilst frank went to KJ. solo derigged from bottom to top of mamas kebabs when frank met me. natural rigged traverse left rigged and the secend uphill part of 16 bolt traverse , everything else derigged (two spinners on 16 bolt traverse and two spinners on the Carboniferous chasm pitch). group shelter dropped down mamas kebab by cold hands. paelled the rest of the way out, out of the cave before 12. nice cave, bit of crawling and feels a bit like balkon but shrunk by 75%. Definitely worth pushing all of the small grotty stuff and the avens as it's in a good place todrop into far KH
  T/U: 4.5 hours
  
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  2025-07-28
  Janis Huns, Frank Tully
  2025-tb-01 - Kaninchenjagerhohle derig
  We (mostly Frank T.) derigged Kaninchenjagerhohle. It was rigged using pulses, so there are no bolts left in the cave.

  The rigging of the top needs to be redone. The top of the third pitch requires significant gardening. Frank needed to down-prusik down the third pitch, because it was too tight. The bottom of the third pitch was no reachable from the bottom of the rope, and is certainly an A lead. Given the proximity to Popperhohle it is well worth going back there next year.

  I noticed a C lead a quarter way up the first pitch. From the rope it is at about a 120 degree angle to the right of the top of the second pitch.

  T/U: 2.0 hours
  
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  2025-07-28
  Thomas Beech, Ash Gregg
  KH - Ash and Tom's Grand Day Out in KH
  When I arrived at top camp late on Sunday evening, Big Tom informed me of his grand plan to de-rig KH with Musky Hannah. Not having been in any previously explored cave in Austria, I was keen to join. However, by the morning, in true caver fashion, the trip had completely changed and was now me and Ash valiantly going where no one had been before to de-rig Knossos and the entrance pitches of KH.

  After some long, forlorn stares into the now very wet plateau, we eventually set off in full waterproofs to KH, meeting Frank on the way, de-rigging Popperhoehle with James. They were a bit sad, as we had downplayed the amount of rope Popperhoehle had swallowed since the start of expo.

  KH was quite drippy in the entrance series, but we got down in good time, and made our way to Knossos. The passageways are huge, a highlight being the preserved mud in Amyl Nitrate, where the desire paths made by cavers are very pronounced. Knossos was as huge as I had been promised, and after a quick explore around, we headed back out. I de-rigged Knossos, and then lead the way out so I'd remember the route for next time.

  Ash then de-rigged the entrance series, and definitely drew the short straw as the 1st pitch was very wet and drippy. Unfortunately, the pitch was directly beneath these drips. It was quite surprising then when I emerged into the outdoors and saw my first bit of sunshine for 4 days, and I hastily tried drying things before Ash got out. A long and heavy walk back followed.

  T/U: 4.0 hours
  
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  2025-07-29
  Philip S., hamish, musky, james h, James W, lara, luke, ned
  Basecamp - Lots of damp people
  Lots of damp people arrived unexpectedly in two cars and Ned and I were disturbed from our contemplative silence.
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  2025-07-29
  Frank Tully, James Waite, Janis Huns
  Topcamp - Derig of Kaninchenjägerhöhle & Anfängerglückhöhle

  Following 3 days of rain and intensive nerding (Actually writing up stuff), we popped up to top camp utilising a convenient weather window. Went to bed listening to James Waite planning to get up at six and execute a fiendish plan to derig two caves before the rain started again. I didn't actually believe he'd get up at six... bugger.

  The usual half asleep fumble-start ensued, complicated by the night arrivers putting their stuff on top of my stuff… The best bit was James waking Wookey up and asking where are Frank's wellies are? It was raining drizzling, so did not avoid the rain buy getting up early, who'd of thought, it rains at night too.

  Kaninchenjägerhöhle… (Rabbit Hunter) derig started 07:15!

  Derig Frank Tully with Janis Huns. Entrance pitch needs re-rigging, basically it's a bitch to get onto. The hang is nice but too much of a pushing rig. Traverse in from the other side then re-belay 12m down to get the good hang. The next pitch off the boulder is nice. The third wet pitch was just drippy – not wet. It was drizzling outside so I expect it will get wetter in heavy rain but not impassible, pretty sure the eater is not coming through an ice plug so its not too cold. I had to jammer down it because the loop of the re-belay hooked on a flake. This pitch really needs gardening, like for 10 minutes, it's impossible to get on without kicking shit down, the right wall is loose too. The next pitch is OK, The ice flow on the next pitch needs care basically it looks sound at the moment but there is a horizontal crack which has closed at some point as the upper part of the flow has moved! A better option would be to drop the pitch on the left wall avoiding the ice. The hang wouldn't rub as you move across either. The next rigged pitch is a y hang. The Y hang ring hanger could not be removed, the bolt is a spinner and the top thread appears damaged so the nut cannot be removed without more torque than can be applied. The last rigged pitch is a single bolt and a deviation. The single bolt is a spinner and the deviation is drilled off perpendicular and is a spinner with the thread mullered… It was nice seeing the bolt elastically straighten out when I loosened the nut. Otherwise nice rig. :-) Paella'd the rope out from the bottom with the assistance of Janice. Then Janis carried all the rope back to top camp in the drizzle, I wandered over to help James.

  Anfängerglückhöhle (Beginners Luck – The cave formerly known as Popper Hole)

  Derig James Waite with Frank Tully Turning up after all the hard work had been done, I met James at the bottom of the entrance, he'd managed to derig two and a half bags of mud with some rope in it. Tipped the bags and started to set up the paella piles, when the shelter in the bottom of the bag made an effective bid for freedom, diving out of the bag and down a small unassuming hole, reappearing in an obvious hurry down the now derigged pitch... I thought about chasing it down the pitch and immediately thought better of it, if shelters want to escape, who am I to stop them. I can see it it’s sitting on a large ledge contemplating its freedom, We need to retrieve it next year. Derig went well, paella'd the rope up the entrance pitch to the surface without issue. De-rigged two caves before the crack of noon, a first. Basically pulled 150m out of Cross and 400 out of popper.

  Got back to topcamp, as the weather slowly degenerated, only Noah is happy, and he's such a smug cnut.

  We washed the ropes at top cam with the new spiral-brush rope washer and the large blue drums. This was surprisingly effective. The plan is to store the rope in traungold.

  T/U: 6.0 hours
  
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  2025-07-29
  Buck, Alice, Wookey
  Balcony - The Three Balconeers
  We were in the Dolomites, halfway through hiking the Croda da Lago circuit, surrounded by beautiful soaring peaks of bare, pale rock, when Alice turned to me and said 'I wish we hadn't left expo'. A five hour drive and one sleep on the tatty hut floor later, we were up the hill and packing for a Balcony derig camp with Wookey.

  The rain was a little prohibitive, so we didn't set off till 3pm. Underground 3:30, a bit soggy from the entrance series but not too bad. This was my first time in Balcony proper (having only been to the bottom of the entrance series before) and I was especially impressed by all the crystals from Honeycomb to the top of Mongol Rally.

  Thanks to plenty of gossiping on the way down, the pitches flew by, and we were at camp about 6:30. Woookey volunteered to begin packing stuff up, so Alice and I made our way to Tartarus to derig. We found a rather large, rather loose piece of wall along the traverse at the beginning, and after a brief debate, made the executive decision that the danger of descending the rope below it outweighed the danger of it damaging the downgoing rope upon its removal, so I gave it a few good kicks and it went tumbling down the pitch with an almighty crash. Luckily, Tartarus follows down the right wall of the shaft, rather than straight down, so the rope was unharmed.

  I began descending, but didn't get far before I started noticing a significant amount of drippage. The 2nd (I think?) deviation below the first two rebelays required you to sit in an especially wet part for a moment whilst passing it. A little concerned, especially since I didn't know whether it would get worse lower down or not, I headed back up to talk it through with Alice. After some brief dithering back and forth about it, I decided it would probably be fine and got on with derigging.

  The drippy bit was indeed only brief, and luckily my oversuit was fairly new so still had a bit of waterproofing to it (which I was especially thankful for on the way back up). Once at the bottom, I spent a little while poking around and consulting the survey on my phone before finally finding the short and very muddy rope leading down a small pitch shortly after Tartarus. I derigged this, then Tartarus (taking the hangers and leaving the nuts on the through-bolts), before finally reuniting with Alice and heading back camp, picking up some coiled ropes and metalwork partway along.

  Wookey had done an excellent job packing up stuff around camp (including fishing all the metalwork and rope out of the splashy bit near camp, which was really rather splashy given the weather outside.

  I had curry fruit rice for dinner, and it was one of the most enjoyable meals of my life (although my experience was likely heavily biased by the fact I was deep underground and very tired). Still, I've been thinking about that meal ever since. We then went to bed, and I discovered how difficult I find it to get to sleep without a pillow (I eventually just stole the spare sleeping bag and stuffed it under my head). In hindsight I should've brought more layers, but it really wasn't an unpleasant night at all once I sorted out my pillow situation.

  Up at 7am, we had breakfast and packed down camp. I found two marmalade flapjacks (I thought they'd all been eaten by this point of expo! Underground camp is a bit of a time capsule in that way) which I gleefully pocketed for the way out. We packed up cavelink last, so we could let the bounce trip heading down know how many bags they'd be expecting to carry out. It turned out we managed to fit it all into 10 (including two enormous but rather light bags with the sleeping bags and rollmats in). The three of us took two each (Alice and I both had an enormous bag), leaving four (heavier) bags for the bounce trip to take out between the five of them.

  Alice headed up Mongol Rally first, with me behind her and Wookey at the rear. I passed Luke on the way up whilst fighting my jammers on the muddy rope. The main highlight of the ascent was some cool spongey-looking mud on the underside of one of the ledges maybe three quarters up! Becka and Ash passed me at the slope down to the traverse at the base of Hangman's pitch, and James W and Ned at the top of Hangman's. By this point my ground had separated out quite a bit, and I was told by the latter two that they'd come across Alice a little while ago looking rather sad, so Ned gave her some gummy worms and they had a 20 minute gossip, by the end of which she'd perked up significantly.

  I continued on up, finally reuniting with Alice at the top of Hangman's, with Wookey not far behind. Alice had already shuttled her bags through the crawl, so she kindly took one of mine and we headed through. A brief stop at the drinking spot reunited us with Wookey, who kindly swapped my huge bag for a smaller one of a similar weight (as he'd had one of his bags taken off him by one of the bouncers). We continued to the base of the entrance series, and Alice began heading up. Wookey and I clearly got way too into chatting about Nenthead, as it wasn't until Alice was halfway up the main hang that we noticed she'd pulled the rope on the bottom pitch up on us! After a bit of shouting up to her, a very sad Alice descended back down, with her two bags, threw the rope back down, then returned to ascending. I started heading up as James, Ned, and Luke arrived. I pulled the rope halfway up the first pitch too before noticing, and unhooking it from my bag.

  At the base of the main pitch, someone shouted up to me that they'd take one of my bags, and I certainly wasn't complaining, so I clipped it to the traverse and up I shot, revelling in the speed of prussiking when not over-encumbered. The wet, clean rope was such a breath of fresh air in comparison to the horrible, muddy stuff we'd been on all day, and all in all it was a very pleasant ascent, especially when I reached the base of the top pitch to discover that the horrible deviation (that drags you away from the nice ledge you want to stand on and into the massive hole, whilst avoiding a minimal amount of rub) had been blessedly derigged.

  Out the cave by 3:30, Alice and I headed back to Topcamp in full kit to change, pack our bags, and assist with the rest of the Topcamp takedown.

  (Logbook date is that of our first day underground)

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  2025-07-29
  Tom P, Luke
  Topcamp - Rope washing at topcamp
  Top camp rope cleaning system

  

  [Ed. So much rain that we could wash Balkon ropes at top camp and save having to carry them down the hill to the river.]

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  2025-07-30
  james w, ned
  balkon - balkon boys
  we got up at 6:30 and swiflkty left up the hill, only forgetting hamish's boots and Janis. a swift walk to topcamp was followed with some faff and then me and ned finally went over to balkon to go collect bags. we made it to the bottom of honeycomb and met a sad alice who was revived with gossip and gummy worms. soon we met buck wook and luke and ned and i took a bag each. we soon then started prussicing out. i replaced the deviation cord at the top of honeycomb as it was cored. we soon arrived at the entrance and found buck and wook who had almost been left stranded by alice. soon we were prussicing up the entrance and walking back topcamp with gosser in hand. top camp got derigged with major faff anfd then a very heavy walk down the hill was followed by a lovely dinner and many beers
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  2025-07-30
  Becka, Ash, Luke
  Balkonhöhle 264 - Final Balkon derig team
  A 6am base camp start had Ash and I walking up the hill far too few hours after we'd walked down. After a swift top camp noodles we headed to the entrance and were underground by 11am. Luke, having slept at Top Camp, was well ahead of us. We met 2 bag Alice at the top of Hangman's, 2 bag Buck on the traverse below, and 2 bag Wookey at the top of Mongol Rally. Luke was just powering up the final Mongol Rally rebelays with 2 ridiculously heavy bags, saving James and Ned from needing to head any further down. Ash and I found our burdens at the bottom of Mongol Rally - one beast each. We started out, jammers slipping and foot jammer mostly useless. Everyone had gone by the time I reached the entrance at 5. I emptied the tacklesack that had been left with emergency gear at the bottom of the entrance and took it down to pack the entrance rope. Ash had derigged the bottom. I let him past and finished the derig at 6. Fortuitously, James H and Hannah UG turned up as we were changing to help carry our three tacklebags back.
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  2025-07-30
  Frank, *The Anthill mob
  Topcamp - 2025 List of kit in Traungold
  Once upon a time there was caving expedition to Austria. At the end of the 2025 expedition there was loads of kit at top camp which needed counting. The precious things are listed below.

  Ropes
  Bu=Blue, Bk=Black, Br=Brown, Rd=Red, Ye=Yellow, Gn=Green, Gy=Grey, B=Beige Or=Orange man=manufacturer’s tag
  
  Photo1
  100m2024B + bu rd bu fleck
  45m2019 B + bu ye fleck
  38m2021B smooth sheath + bu Ye fleck
  Approx 50 (144m cut)2024 b + bu rd bu fleck
  Approx ?(66m cut) 2015b+ gn bk fleck
  34m2018b+ gn bk fleck
  30m2018b+ gn bk fleck
  
  Photo2
  58m2024b + 3gn 3bk flecks crossing over
  Approx 60mNo markingsman 2024b + 3gn 3bk flecks crossing over
  Approx 15mNo markingsman 2024b + 3gn 3bk flecks crossing over
  56m2023b + 3gn 3bk flecks crossing over
  21m2023b + 3gn 3bk flecks crossing over
  26m (one end – melted at other end)2023
  25m2021b + 4bu 4bk fleck
  Approx 15m2022b + 4bu 4bk fleck
  Approx 30m2017b + bu bk bu fleck
  25m2016b + bl gn bu
  11m2019b + bl gn bu
  Approx 302019b + bl gn bu
  47m20192019b + bl gn bu
  Photo3
  17m2023Or + gy fleck
  30m2021b + bk bu fleck
  100m2025Or + gy fleck
  

  
  Photo4
  58m2018b + Bu or fleck
  25m Approx (66m cut) 2021b + ye fleck
  35m Approx (66m cut) 2021b + ye fleck
  39m2024b + bu rd bu
  95m2025(One end marked other end melted) b + rd rd bu bu bu fleck
  92m2025b + rd rd bu bu bu fleck
  

  
  

  Photo5
  75m 2022gn + 3bk 3bk crossing fleck Rescue spare rope
  
  Extra rope
  40m2025Or 9mm?
  60m2025OR 9mm?
  20m2022 10mm
  200m2022 8mm unknown age green
  20m2022 9mm
  10m2022 9mm
  30m20228mm
  15m20229mm
  30m20228mm
  40m20229mm yellow
  10m20199mm
  15m20229mm
  20m20239mmGreen
  8m20239mmorange
  8m20229mm
  11m20239mm Green
  

  Rough Total 1789m

  Soft Rigging Gear
  24long slings (8’)
  2super long slings (16’)
  10cut then knotted slings
  4>5m6mm deviation cord
  101m6mm deviation cord
  30mNew reel of green 6mm cord
  10Rope Protectors
  

  
  10 Tackle bags in various states of dis-repair
  14 Bothy bags
  

  
  Hard Rigging gear (Hangers without bolts – no Maillions)
  20Raumer stainless twist
  8Raumer stainless bend
  10 Stainless ring
  19Petzl alu twist
  14Petzl alu bend
  12Lizard galv twist
  13Petzl clowns (captive bolts)
  5Arse hangers and string
  

  
  Hard Rigging gear (Hangers without bolts – with Maillions)
  70 Raumer stainless twist 82Raumer stainless bends 23Stainless ring 73Petzl Alu twists 87Petzl Alu bends

  16Assorted twists and Maillions 24Assorted bends and Maillions 42Assorted hangers with Maillions

  Hard Rigging gear (Hangers with bolts – No Maillions) 7Raumer stainless twist
  4Raumer stainless bend
  6 Stainless ring
  24Petzl alu twist
  15Petzl alu bend
  16Lizard galv twist
  

  12Assorted hangers with bolts with Maillions
  

  135Maillions
  50 Alu screwgates
  10steel screwgates
  16Alu snapgates
  

  55 Stainless twin collar through bolts
  14 Stainless flange nuts
  1Pot of flange nuts
  30Assorted hangers and through bolts and Maillions
  

  3Milwalkee Drills (No batteries) with snap gate
  1Makita Drill (No Batteries) with snap gate
  12SDS 8mm drill bits in condoms
  3Drill dry bags and assorted foam mat packing
  8Petzl/Raumer Hammer with snap gate
  1Orange plastic hammer with snap gate
  1 Claw hammer with snap gate
  

  2Petzl Fixed Cheek red pulley
  

  4Spitt driver and spitt
  40Spitts and cones in 3 pots
  1tube + astroturf rope cleaner
  1 Petzl sky hook
  1Pot of bolts for hangers (>100)
  1Cheap Adjustable spanner
  119mm spanner (Do the Austrian rescue use M12 bolts?)
  5 Blowing tube
  

  14Tags with small holes
  10Tags with 8mm holes (These are bit sh1t)
  1Pack of concrete screws & SDS dill
  1Pozi stubby screwdriver
  

  Survey Equipment
  2Tape measures
  3lightweight plastic compasses
  1Alu Compass
  3Alu Clino
  

  Food
  100Curries
  120Noodles
  2/3Oatso Shashits
  1kgPorridge oats
  2/3Tomato soup shashits in tall drum
  3/4 Drum of Cous Cous
  1/2 Smash
  1/5Musueli
  1/2 Small drum of tea
  50mmSugar
  2/3Dried milk
  zeroHot Chocolate
  zeroCustard
  

  40Ziplock bags
  30Bag clips
  2kgDates
  2bags of peanuts
  14bags of dried fruit and nuts
  1500g bag of sultanas
  1500g bag of mixed fruit
  2bags of sweets
  8Chokolate bars
  15kgAssorted flapjack of indeterminate age
  1200g Jar of instant coffee
  

  Underground camping
  16Underground meals
  

  5 Large Stoves
  3 Small stoves
  3 full large gas cylinders
  3 part full large gas cylinders
  2Small gas cylinders
  4pans and lids with handles
  1Stainless pan without lid
  3 Lighters
  1Pan handle
  2Rolls of “Don’t step on me, I’m too small” tape

  7Large first aids kits
  3Small first aid kits
  1Yellow Peli case first aid kit
  

  And everyone lived happily ever after.

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  2025-07-31
  Alice
  Base - Base Camp - Food Inventory - End of Expo
  134 underground camp meals (DO NOT BUY MORE FOR NEXT YEAR)

  187 curries (use blue drum first!)

  55 small soup packets, all tomato - no one likes tomato, buy mushroom instead

  4 massive bags of tea

  10 x small oatso packets

  3.5kg of smash in large unmarked silver bags - taste it to check its the right one

  150 noodles

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  2025-07-31
  Becka
  Email updates about Expo - Three email updates as Expo progressed
  By popular request, here are the three email updates that I wrote for the Expo email list in 2025:

  From: Rebecca Lawson Date: Thu, 31 Jul 2025, 15:51 Subject: Final Expo uodate Re: Update after the Expo Dinner Re: Start of Expo update - Wed week 1 To: Expo List

  Here’s my final Expo update after yesterday’s mammoth derig.

  After my last, post-Expo dinner update the KH leads all - finally - started paying out. Charlotte and Russell had a well-deserved bonanza of a trip with Lara, pushing the uninspiring QM at the end of Natural Way. This led down a grotty, muddy pitch then into ~500m of fine, walking horizontal passage, Enniskillen Toad, including a lovely chamber (with an awful name), Meat Sofa. Subsequent trips extended this area substantially, with more walking, stooping and crawling passage and some good QMs remaining. Meanwhile, Ash explored over 400m in one of the 19 leads in Country for Old Men (Country for Young Men) leaving much left to do there. Finally, Shrinking Prospects in the Runnelstone area turned into a substantial and ongoing pitch. This, Knossos and the entrance were derigged.

  Meanwhile, in new cave news, Anfanger Gluck Hohle (where the original name, Popperhohle, seems to have stuck instead, referencing the esteemed Anglo-Austrian philosopher, Karl Popper and definitely not Amyl Nitrite which already exists in Kaninchenhoehle albeit misnamed as Amyl Nitrate) was extended though most leads there have now been pushed. Another new cave, Kaninchenjager, was found nearby and started heading straight down. This needed derigging before too many trips had pushed it so it should be a good target next year. Gruffalo was derigged last week due to too many other going caves but my money is on it being the next big thing in that area of the plateau – it has both an excellent location and a massive draught. Finally, Hamish ‘fessed up to an abandoned rope rigged in a cave he’d found weeks before, Brothoehle, near Fischgesicht. This turned out to be a promising shaft with a strong draught out and it looks like another fine project for 2026.

  Only one more pushing trip happened in Balkonhoehle after a series of different issues affected various camping plans. It would be good if the set up and rebolting effort here was taken advantage of in 2026. On the pushing trip, Frank and Chris looked at a lead in Gorgon’s Lair whilst Becka and James headed down to underground camp with a last minute arm twisting Signal message sent to Luke who had only just arrived at Base Camp. To our surprise, he took the bait and headed in to hunt us down. Luckily, Cavelink has worked well this year so we waited for him at camp before going down to Grendel’s Mother. We pushed 2 pitches below to get the deepest point in Balkonhoehle but it ended in a tight, wet rift so we derigged back to Charon.

  All this gives us over 3.7km surveyed this year despite some atrocious weather. After a scorching start we have endured unending rain, with several deluges. In particular, the derigs had to be squeezed into fleeting weather windows between successive downpours. Despite this, cavers remained remarkably upbeat. We spent a whole day trapped at Top Camp as the rain lashed down, ropewashing using two of the mid-sized blue barrels and the highly effective spiral rope-washer that James Waite had sourced on Wob Rotson’s recommendation. A portable speaker blasted out whilst we used our endless water supply to clean, with interludes of dancing, singing and mass cuddles.

  The derig went smoothly, but Balkonhoehle was always going to be tricky, given limited stoke and a flood-prone entrance. Remarkably, Buck and Alice decided to cut short their Dolomites jolly to help out. At 17.00 on Mon they messaged to ask if there was space on the derig trip. Er, yes! They got to Base Camp at 01.00 on the Tues and headed up the hill before 8am to beat our cable car curfew. That afternoon they headed down to Balkonhoehle camp. Another body was required. Wookey started to mutter that if nobody else was keen and found himself added to the trip. Buck and Alice derigged Tartarus whilst Wookey packed at camp. The next morning Luke set off from Top Camp and took 1h20 to zip from the entrance to camp, meeting the others ascending Mongol Rally. Luke picked up 2 behometh bags and powered up Mongol Rally, admiring the deviations en route, before James relieved him of one. After an early morning, Base Camp start, Becka and Ash collected the last 2 bags from the bottom of Mongol Rally and we were all out of the entrance by 18.00 on the most efficient derig I can remember. Balkonhoehle remains rigged to Charon except for the entrance and Tartarus. Meanwhile, on the surface the rest of the team had a heavy day taking down Top Camp so we could head down the hill at dusk.

  It’s been a grand Expo – thanks to Harry and Charlotte for leading, for an unusual level of pride in surveying (Lara and Ash showing how it’s done and Dylan, Tom, Hannah, Hannah and others taking pride in their work) and to everyone here for putting their shoulder to the very heavy boulder that is Expo and shifting it onwards and upwards. The weather (and it’s still hissing down as I type) could have had us in a bad place but that hasn’t happened – thanks, folks!

  Cheers, Becka

  On Wed, 16 Jul 2025, 10:55 Rebecca Lawson, wrote: We're now about halfway through the Expo and we had the Expo dinner last night.

  Since my initial week 1 email we have endured a relentless series of storms, downpours and cold weather whilst apparently Blighty has been baking. Surprisingly, caving, and even prospecting, has continued despite the repeated dousings.

  A KH camping trip at the base of 161g entrance (which gets very wet, but luckily can be avoided using the nearby and horizontal 161h entrance) managed to rerig as far as the Runnelstone area. The leads we checked here weren't especially stellar, but we've only been once so far. Also in KH, persistence and an awful lot of rebolting, driven by Charlotte and Russell, reached the A lead at the end of Natural Way. Sadly, this wasn't as inspiring as hoped. There's not been time to actually push that area yet. Finally in KH, Ash has been eyeing up a pitch in Country for Old Men before Crack of Doom but, again, this area hasn't had a pushing trip yet. So lots of effort in KH for very little gain to date, but hopefully it'll pay off in time.

  A camping trip into Balkon completed the rerig of Mongol Rally but it was too wet to descend Tartarus. The next camping trip had to be aborted after a rock fell from the walls of Honeycomb onto an unfortunate's leg. Harry and Hannah C subsequently went in to rig Tartarus and Charon as far as the pushing front in Grendel's Mother. They returned, most impressed with the vertical lead beyond, so all it needs is better weather and keen cavers to push this.

  Finally, many days of prospecting has come up with 2 fine, new caves. Dan and Dylan have pushed Anfanger Gluck Hohle to over 100m deep. It's in a fine position, fairly near Natural Way in KH and is continuing. Meanwhile, Joel has been focused on Gruffalo, which blows out an icy gale and they're there today to rig a 3s drop. Sadly the Reflectorist died, possibly due to over-enthusiastic gardening.

  Cheers Becka

  On Wed, 2 Jul 2025, 10:25 Rebecca Lawson, wrote: Expo has had a cracking start, I can't remember such efficiency.

  Since the first 2 cars arrived on Sat - base camp has been set up, complete with a fine and huge single tarp - all the gear has come out of Traungold - Top Camp has been set up with a novel cargo net tarp design - Garlic Camp has been stripped down to minimal kit suitable for a lightweight prospecting team and everything else has been moved to Top Camp - over 1km rope has been taken out of Homecoming and walked to Top Camp leaving just the Daren Drum of Doom there - Balkon entrance is rigged and the Mongol Rally rope has been taken to the pitch head - Kaninchenhoehle 161G entrance has been rebolted - all routes have been reflectors

  There has even been time for prospecting and today we're returning to a good looking 2025 find, the Reflectorist.

  The 8am deadline to get through the toll road barrier may be a blessing in disguise ... by 6.30 Base Camp is abuzz, cars leave at 7.15 and we can be walking at 8. Given temperatures have been getting to well into the 30s an early start really helps.

  The only fly in the ointment has been the lack of rain so far and almost complete lack of snow, so we've been walking up with 4+ litres of water. This drought should, though, soon be sorted

  It's all been a fine team effort with everyone pitching in, so it feels wrong to name any individual but I'm going to anyway - here's a shout out to Hamish Weir for singlehandedly running a bread production line. At 6 this morning there were 2 full loaves ready for the hungry hordes.

  Time to go caving!

  Cheers Becka

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  2025-08-03
  Hamish
  Basecamp - End of Expo
  Tatty Hut locked and left
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  2025-08-06
  Lara, Alice, Becka, Hannah UG
  Basecamp - Something needs to be done about the pants
  By the end of expo there were only 4 women and, through an unfortunate coincidence we all had extremely similar black pants. I’m recording in detail the carnage this caused in the hope the women of future years can learn from it.

  Colour coded pants are absolutely necessary for expo it turns out- when all the dust had settled, Becka had at least two of mine, I had three of Alice’s which I had fully claimed for my own. Alice, Hannah and I all claimed to have less than we started with (I never asked Becka). Who knows what became of them.

  A highlight of the experience was Hannah and I being ambushed at breakfast with a pair. When I confirmed they weren’t mine Phil S shouted ‘Ha! I knew it’. Apparently there had been a bet on.

  Takeaways: expo needs more women but less women with identical pants.

  [A note from Alice: all the pants were sufficiently similar that on first glance nothing would seem amiss. 15 minutes later, you would wonder why your pants felt so uncomfortable, only to realise that they were yet again not your own. It's one week post-expo now, and I have but three pants to my name, and at least six pairs of everyone else's]

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