Yorkshire Winter Tour
Ben Banfield, Dan Greenwald, Dave Wilson, James Huggett, Jana Čarga, Jarvist Frost, Tetley
Winter Tour 15-23 December 2007
There will come a time during the next week when you will ask yourself: "Just what have I done in these last few days before Christmas?"
And yes, you may have truly found the perfect Candlestick for Aunt Esmerelda in the Oxford Street scrum, but what of your soul? What of the spiritual nourishment that can only come from bouncing down to the terminal sump on rope thinner than your index finger? Of the perfect night-time stillness unbroken by coarse carols sung by binge drinking Santas, of the clear vista across the Dales, the scrunch of Frost under your feet as you stride up Kingsdale to the roar of Rowten!
Come to the come to the Northern Pennine Club, come to Greenclose. Come make use of our permits. The revision can wait, your soul cannot.
So ran the last motivational email. Unfortunately, lack of enthusiasm to endure the cold made it a rather more elite team than one might have hoped – just seven of us for the full whack (Dave W, Tet, Ben B, J.Huggett, Jana, Dan G. & Jarv), with a couple of brief appearances. Promises of people making it up on the train didn't happen – we must get more adept at bundling people into the back of the van!
Still, we had an absolutely brilliant time, and did some really nice long caving. It was damn cold – subzero the whole weak, I certainly made use of my 4 Season sleeping bag! Wonderful to walk across the frozen tops of the bogs rather than plunging waste deep as usual... Great evenings spent lazing in front of the coal fire at the NPC scoffing mince pies... The views in Yorkshire was spectacular, I wandered up Ingleborough with Jana on a day off and could see Scarfell slicing up the horizon.
Well, I won't try and hammer out a whole write-up in the next five minutes, so will just leave you with a trip list and a comment that 'rigging the traverse in Rat Hole really isn't for the faint hearted!'
- Sunday 16th: Rat Hole -- Stream (Gaping Gill) Exchange
- Easegill: County to/from Lancaster
- Tues 18th: Lost Johns
- Ireby Fell (on ladders to satisfy Tetley's perversions)
- Notts I (Anderson's route + Acrobat series?)
- Swinstow / Valley Ent
Sunday 16th: Rat Hole / Stream (Gaping Gill) Exchange - Depth in the Afternoon (Rat Hole)
Nb: Written for Felix, our student newspaper, to encourage new members and so is more dramatic than the reality! I didn't use the pendulum rope as I was unsure of the belay: its apparently as safe as houses.
We stagger our way up the path weighed down with bags of rope and metalwork, passing the toddlers being carried to see Father Christmas at the Ingleborough Cave, our comedy yellow PVC suits cracking in the sub zero temperature. The sky is a perfect blue from horizon to horizon, the bog frozen beneath our feet.
It was the first caving day of our Winter Tour and this was our plan: To split into two groups and rig separate ways down into the enormous Gaping Gill cave system, meeting in the main chamber and swapping routes - going out on each other's ropes. The others set out across the moor on a compass bearing, while we hop over a fence to protect the unwary from the stunning 110m waterfall.
A last recheck of our gear, a few nervous grins, and we dive in. We start by crawling down an old dry entrance, a distant roar becoming a thud pounding through the limestone as we approach the underground stream. We regroup perched in the middle of this torrent and I attach our bags with 150m of rope between them to my harness.
A few short pieces and soon we approach the monster. Swinging from ceiling bolt to ceiling bolt, judging lengths and tying rope as I go. Finally out above the main drop, below is an utter maelstrom. The river pours over a jagged lip and unravels into disordered streams, ricocheting off the walls as it plunges down. To go straight down would be suicide - the hurtling water would first batter and freeze and then drown you. Through the spray is a view of pure blackness - the ninety odd metre drop to the floor.
And so our way is to traverse, abseiling down a little, carefully holding steady and then throwing yourself across the shaft towards where you hope the next bolt will be, bouncing off the walls and scrambling along with whatever holds you can grab. With the rope safely tied off, I kneel against the wall and contemplate the next obstacle - a traverse between two overhanging walls a little over two metres apart, with tiny footholds, to gain the next bolt and place of safety. There is a crack of a ledge on one side, and a few graspable bumps on the other. The climbing wall does not prepare you for moments like this.
I pull the necessary slack through my descender - no chance of being able to self-belay as I climb, and set off - bridged across from one wall on tip toes standing in the crack on one side whilst pushing off fingertips on the other. I don't remember what moves I used to get across, or how I stepped from one side to the other when the ledges ran out. My only memory is being in the middle and looking down, feeling the strain in my tendons, watching the drips plunge to the floor.
On and drifting down on a 9mm spindle of rope, lassoing the walls to swing in to the bolts finally landing on 'The Amphitheater', a scallop shaped ledge with the waterfall-powered winds whistling past. One hundred metres of rope used so far. The view from here is amazing - looking down into the enormous main chamber. Downing my light, I can just make out the daylight filtering down from above, so dim and speckled from bouncing off the rocks that it could as well have been the Northern lights.
I set off again, knots tied to bolts, karabiners clicking in to hold the soft rope away from the jagged rock. The walls blossom out and I am left in free space, dangling between two waterfalls. The weave of the rope sets me gently spinning as I drop to the floor, my descender purring to itself as my height is turned into puffs of steam freed from the wet rope.
Down on the cobbled floor, I dodge the other seven waterfalls as I stumble across a chamber big enough to happily host the Albert Hall, blowing my whistle till I am out of breath to signal the others. Eventually (after a lot of blowing!) they get the message and a pinprick of light appears a long way up above and starts to drift down as slowly as a feather.
With perfect timing, the other party arrives. We share a wee dram and a sip of hot chocolate, and make our separate ways out. Passages and chambers and climbs and rope: finally we were back on the surface, nearly eight hours underground. Starlight glinted from the crystal clear sky, lighting the white beards of frost on the heather. To think a day ago I had been walking home under the orange glow of South Kensington! We walked the long path back to the minibus, the ropes dangling from our belts stiffening into rods as they froze solid.
Jarvist Frost
from the 2007 logbook
Monday 17th
County - Lancaster exchange (all 7 of us)
I, Jarv, Dave and James start in Lancaster. A beautiful walk down in stream. A snack and photo sessions break under stalaktites in a big dry chamber. Later on we bump into the other part of the team (Tet, Ben and Dan) coming down from the County. Lovely and relaxing trip.
Jana
Lovely little bimble, quick chat to a solo caver pre-rigging Lancs for a Link-Lancs throught trip. Perfect nav via the streamway, met our other halves at Stop Pot. Quick exit and back to the hut, finding the milk to make our tea in the (all-new!) centrally heated BPF. However, we did not find the mince pies hiden away in the foot of someone's kit bag, which were eaten much later by the Lancs exiting team.
Jarv
Tuesday 18th
Lost John's (Exchange - all 7 of us): Ben Banfield, Dan Greenwald, Dave Wilson, James Huggett, Jana Čarga, Jarvist Frost, Tetley
A very convenient cave entrance - just a few steps from the car park. Amazing 10 min walking at the beginning. I start rigging, but Jarv finished it. After the traverse, I was not really happy to rig the Y-hang placed quite into the pitch. After 4 pitches we came to the already rigged pitches and traverses. The other team (Tet, Ben and Dave) come down other way 1 hour before we did, so they can also rigged the common way all the way till the end. Impressive Valhalla pitch leads to the final pitch and a route that leads to a bottom stream. We met there, walked up stream a bit and soon start heading back out. It was our team that de-rigged on the way out. So, I and Dan were exchanging de-rigging and cursing a bit while de-rigging the traverses. I must say that this cave is one of the most pleasant ones. Warm, lovely and eay going.
Jana
The magic speleo-gold rope looked distinctly green by the light of my LEDS - I feared Tetley had rached the end of the 'Axe to find a mouldering piece of perm.rigged bluewater and shot down without a care in the world!!
Derigged by other 3 (Dan, James, Jana) - I had nothing to do but wait around and occasionally carry rope.
Jarv
Wednesday 19th
Notts: Ben Banfield, Dan Greenwald, Dave Wilson, James Huggett, Tetley
Walking on Ingleborough: Jana, Jarv
The day off off caving, so why not walking up the nearest high mountains?! We walked from Ingletons up to 700m. Amazing views. At some point I felt like I am walking on the moon... (the same view all around) The weather was perfect and so was the sunset. Afterwards, a bit of tea/cake and shoping actions in Inglesport shop/caffe. Back at the hut around 6pm, where all the dirty dishes were waiting...