Extracts from a letter sent to Andy Hall by Alex Fletcher.
12A Jubilee Street,
from afar Andy.
On a recent visit back home to Preston I
decided to dig through some old boxes
full of all sorts and came across R.R.C.P.C. Journal number 7 and started flicking through the pages. The Maracaibo report made memories
come flooding back, the most vivid
of being doing a pushing trip with Richard Ellwood and coming all the way out without wetsuit bottom, completely
ripped up in the Keel Hauler. So it was on Saturday the 17th April
this year I persuaded a mate of mine to
take me up to Ingleton and the farm.
A flying visit to Inglesport and
I purchased R.RC.P.C. 9 and C.D.G. 107. I read the Leck Beck Head dive reports and then tried to find John Cordingly for a chat. At
Green Close Farm we pulled over
to let a car out and he was gone. I didn’t recognise
him and so up to the farm. I had hoped to see somebody up there but, although
there were cars in the yard, the place was empty. I had hoped
to have a bit of a walk but I had
my mum in the car along with my mate, who incidentally made the enormous
line reel which has been called a piece of Easegill history by John Cordingly in his C.D.G. report. After a quick look at Bull Pot we had to get going. On the way back to the car l noticed the
plaque commemorating Mark Woodhouse and hoped someone would soon repair the gate post. This of course brought about a visit to Keld Head where I spent a few minutes in
The trip beck to Preston gave me a chance to have a look at the latest journal, and a photograph of James Henry at Sylvester Pot. On reading the report I was glad to see the Red Rose still has “layabouts and Glory seekers.” and hope they’re as well behaved as Steve Pickles and myself used to be, and as helpful at the working weekends?
I had contacted Ron Bliss
at the farm a year or so ago and he told me about the death of Frank
Reading his tribute had prompted me to tell you all of
one time I wasn’t traveling with Keith Lewis, and Frank Hardy offered to pick me up to go on a club meet to Birks Fell. I can’t remember the date,
maybe some of the older
members will. He came through from Blackpool and picked me up early on Saturday evening in his
Reliant Robin absolutely stacked full
of caving and diving gear, I managed to stuff my gear in and off we go bouncing along the road. The conversation
went something like this.
Me, “Alright Frank, how are
Frank, “I think I have
Me, “Lamp, wet suit?”
Me, “Sleeping bag.”
Me, “It’s not the tent is
And so ten miles further up the road we had to go back to Blackpool to
pick up his tent. We arrived at Buckden, I think it was, at 1130pm just in time
to see various members staggering out of the pub. The end result of my trip
home was that I felt like
staying and getting up to the farm regularly again. Does the club do refresher courses?
Regards to any of the members who remember
me, Jim Newton, Pete Muckalt, Hugh St Lawrence, Pete Llewellyn etc, etc.
By the way, If any of the club members are interested and would like a little play around, Steve Pickles and myself had a splash one day in the little pool below the waterfall in the river at Kirkby Stephen. Behind a large flake to the left of the waterfall we entered a
bedding for about 20 foot
or so but we had no line. It seemed to continue so who
health and good caving.