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 I’d add to tales of woe.
We
started out the following Wednesday evening. There were to be 9 very fit and experienced cavers.
’The pick of Red Rose, B.I.C.C. and N.C.C.’ The first member fell by the
wayside when her house flooded half an hour before we set off. The next
‘dropout’ 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, (Simons’ equivalent of a Porche,) to Bull
Po Farm. (I bet that was Nicks fault.
ed.) - and then there were 4!
The
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 hadn’t 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 I’m on my own, rushed off to try and catch the other
three up.
- 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 wasn’t until I reached the last pitch that I realised what a
ridiculous situation I’d 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 he’d 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? Don’t
ask me, I only print it — ed.) - And then there were 3!
Finally,
we raced ‘round to the New Inn for a few jars and a good laugh. Oh by the way,
guess who else was there - yes you’ve got it - the other three cavers and the
two dropouts. — AND THEN THERE WERE 8.
PS.
I don’t recommend solo do-rigging trips in Pippikin
STEVE
ROUND
Sounds like a normal Red Rose trip to
me. ed.