IT SHOULD HAVE BEEN ALRIGHT ON THE NIGHT OR: †††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††.† †††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††- A SOLO TRIP WITH 8 FRIENDS
As a postscript to the Easegill traverse,( the one where the de-.tackling team forgot to take a spanner,) I thought that Iíd add to tales of woe.
We started out the following Wednesday evening. There were to be 9 very fit and experienced cavers. íThe pick of Red Rose, B.I.C.C. and N.C.C.í The first member fell by the wayside when her house flooded half an hour before we set off. The next Ďdropoutí slept right through. - and then there were 6!
It had been agreed by all that we would meet at Leck Fell, so Nick and Simon roared off in a cloud of burning oil, (Simonsí equivalent of a Porche,) to Bull Po Farm. (I bet that was Nicks fault. ed.) - and then there were 4!
remainder of the team parked at Leck Fell and set off for Pip. entrance. Half
way through the walk Rick and Simon could be seen driving up the road,
obviously they bad realised their mistake. (I
bet that was Simon, ed.) I waved and shouted, generally trying to make
myself conspicuous but I thought they hadnít seen me s they turned the car
around and disappeared back whence they came. While all this was going on the
other three had walked down the fell to look at Deaths Head. I did not realise
this, so I, thinking that Iím on my own, rushed off to try and catch the other
- and then there was 1!
†I rushed through the cave, de-rigging as I went, I shouted at the top of my voice for the others to wait, to no avail no one was listening It wasnít until I reached the last pitch that I realised what a ridiculous situation Iíd gotten myself into. Here was I, with arms full of tackle, chasing through one of the tightest holes in the dales, trying to catch three of the N.C.C. thin men. Needless to say I gave up all hope of catching them!
Now this is where the tale takes a real twist. Unknown to me, Simon had actually seen me from his car, All heíd done was to turn his car around and go back to the gate to pick up Nick, get changed and follow us down the hole, with no means of getting back up again!! (Short of struggling) Anyway, Simon turned up just as I was de-rigging the last (i.e. first) pitch.††††† ††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††.††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† ?7? †Donít ask me, I only print it ó ed.) - And then there were 3!
Finally, we raced Ďround to the New Inn for a few jars and a good laugh. Oh by the way, guess who else was there - yes youíve got it - the other three cavers and the two dropouts. ó AND THEN THERE WERE 8.
PS. I donít recommend solo do-rigging trips in Pippikin
Sounds like a normal Red Rose trip to me.† ed.