The Dentdale Meet
Team: Angela Hare, Pete Hall, Neil Pacey and Paul Wilkinson (co-ordinator)
Youth was bullied into leading this meet, a nice easy day out exploring the lesser known regions of Dentdale. The itinerary for the day was:
B Team: lbbeth Peril Caves (at their own leisure)
The A team
arrived in a cloud of smoke with a screeching of brakes, Pete had been first to
notice the smell of burning rubber, It turned out that the brake pads were
almost on fire! After polluting the quaint tourist
the speleo tank ground to a halt besides Robins Dub, a well noted local beauty
spot in Deepdale? While we changed we were all amused by the astonished looks
of passing motorists as they careered round a sharp bend and were confronted
with our backsides (responsible behavior of Red Rose potholers). After getting
changed into our caving gear we set off following Youth who seemed to know
where he was going. He had been assured by a senior member of the club that it
was an obvious entrance a few yards down the gill from the pool. Bulls**t!
Youth had not got a clue. Excuses, excuses.
Patience wore a little thin as Pete slapped Youth around the lugs and told him to get a grip and find the pothole! The problem was that there was ten different entrances up and down the gill any one of which could have been
“The entrance is either on the left or right somewhere within the gill and starts as a wet crawl for a few hundred feet”. To sum up practically all the caves in Deepdale.
Then our game began!
Rule 1. No unfinished business!
Rule 2. All contestants must explore each cave to
the bitter end.
Dent caves can be summed up as follows: wet, bloody cold, low, tight, scoured clean and razor sharp. Eventually Youth came grovelling back into sight from a typical miserably tight slot barely above water level and announced to our jubilation that had found the cave (we had heard this story before). Three glum looking, cold, wet and torn cavers reluctantly followed.
the active nature of the cave we began to notice considerable gnarled,
grotesque but yet beautiful formations. As we continued we came across more
intricate, twisted eccentrics. Here the formations became finer and more
abundant until they reached staggering proportions and density, one of the
finest arrays yet discovered in Deepdale.
For a few
hundred feet we were treated to this spectacle until the passage dropped into a
cascade and then formed a waterfall over a vertical chert wall, characteristic
of many of the caves in this area. Unfortunately, from this point on, the cave
degenerates into a short crawl ending in a promising dig. After sticking our
fingers in to the furthest possible point of the dig we returned to the horror
of the entrance crawl.
Before returning to the car we walked down the gill to try and locate the resurgence to the cave but we were unsuccessful.
One day this cave might make an interesting if short through-trip.
Another classic Red Rose meet.
Neil Pacey and Paul Wilkinson.
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