Yeah, Langcliffe tomorrow, no problem! Neil has a rendezvous with a well known
dales hardman (psycopath) . We mere mortals concentrated on the business of
getting well plastered, Paul is going well. We’d spent a fine clay soaking up
the sun, and having wobblers on good
deck. The potential for a mega wally on the return was pretty good. During the bimbling on this pitch we discovered that Oor one and only lifeline was far too short. Consequently everyone descended the next 50ft. pitch without a line. Being either tough or stupid, probably the latter) we pressed on. The cave changed character, the pace quickened and we were cruising again Fine sporting streamway, and plenty of pretties and gravity defying helicites to gawp at. The hordes had obviously not found this pot as they were in good nick. Three short but damp and sporty pitches loomed up. Each was a joy to climb, although the wetsuited brigade had to dam the stream the stream on occasions to make it more comfortable for the drysuit nambies. The seventh pitch turned out to be just an easy climb down requiring no tackle.
increased in size to an impressive canyon. Like pigs in chit we continued to
the head of the final pitch; a fair sized stream cascaded over the lip, it
looked a trifle damp. The old damming or bailing machine went into action
again. Some harp eyed bugger spotted a length of rope jammed in a crack, it was
retrieved and joined to our rope, we had a lifeline. It was a race against
time, no bimbling, the person on the ladder had to mave it before the pools
overflowed and they were drenched. This was sporting
All nine of us reached the sump pool. Only the short sump separated us from us from the surface, but our thoughts were on the prospect of an enjoyable journey back up the cave. The damming and sprinting up ladders before being soaked started again.
Things ran even smoother on the exit.. Pete was he only one who had problems, but they were with his bowels, and didn’t hold him up for long. The second pitch loomed up and its uphill squeeze was suddenly remembered. I went up first, gingerly pushing upwards trying not to thrash. I’m through, no prcblem. The others. follow, they slip easily through; even Graham, who is nervous that his body will not yield to the rock passes through without too much of a fight. The entrance series next, it’s a head down and go for it job. carrying tackle makes it knackering and sweaty, but its not tight and the ducks cool you off. Fairly soon we were all sat basking in the sun outside the Buckden tea shop, looking rather grubby, compared to the squeaky clean tourists, and shoveling down large quantities of tea and stickies. Langstroth is one of those active, exciting,
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