Here’s more from the caving diary of Wilf.
Taylor our honorary member in the
Air Currents Log: Wind NE Cold
Direction: Bridge Hall to
Party: J Walmsby, John Pearce, Margaret Radcliffe, P
Kitchen, J Evendon, W Taylor, J
Helm, J Price and H
split up in Kirkby on arrival, Walmsby and co. went to get a taxi whilst Helm,
Price, Margaret and self went for a cup of tea, the night being cold. On
returning to the square we found no gear and no Walmsby and co. , finally after
an hours wait we got a taxi and were dumped at Bullpot in the cold, cold snow.
We rushed into the farm to get the first glimpse of the rented rooms and fire, the door was swung back and behold “Smokey Joes” tavern. Bodies floated around in dense smoke but as the smoke lifted we spied G. Walmsby crouched as usual over the primus preparing and tasting grub. The room’s OK but I’m afraid we need a chimney sweep or Cornes with a rag round his head before we do any painting. Anyway, after a feed I persuaded Price,
a joint, one pub, no dance. The landlord “Hang your coats up.”, “Make room for
these lads”, “We don’t sell brown ale” in a grumpy voice. Barbcn is definitely
written off as a burial ground for retired cavemen. Sunday morning dawned, a
cold clear day with two inches of snow, Walmsby and Kitchen announced their
intention of sledging and not going down. Price, Harrison, Helm and myself set off
for the hole. After clearing the snow I attempted to open the lid. What a key,
for the first time I failed to open it, by the time Pearce, Margaret and
Evendon arrived we were frozen. Pearce opened the lid and down we went. Pearce
and company went down to the sump whilst
reached the sump and found Pearce and company going up my passage. (There’s no
answer to that’ Ed.) After inspection of the sump and Eastwoods dinghy which we
found stuck up on the far side of the cavern, we proceeded after Pearce. We all
reached the syphon tunnel and proceeded to dig a channel in an attempt to lower
the water. Taking the spade in turns we all found it damned hard work.
Eventually Pearce and company left us and proceeding along Chocolate tunnel
reached Portcullis, sometime later we went along to see how things were going
and found Margaret and Evenden alone. Then I saw that a passage had been smashed
through the straws, I was blazing mad, I don’t know who broke through first but
they’re rats. I could have broke through ages ago but wanted photos taking
Pearce it seems went through, he returned after an absence of half an hour to say that there was a maze of half choked passages beyond. The news was good of course but it did ‘nt satisfy my rage of the vandals.
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