The
Bristol
Exploration Club, The Belfry,

Wells
Road
, Priddy, Wells,

Somerset
.
Editor: John Williams


1996 – 1997 Committee

Hon. Sec.                Nigel

Taylor

Treasurer                 Chris Smart
Caving Sec.             Jeff Price
Hut Warden             Becca Campbell
Tackle Master          Mike Wilson
Hut Engineer            Ivan Sandford
Membership Sec.    

Richard St
ephens
B.B. Editor               John Williams
Librarian                  Alex Gee
Floating                   Hilary Wilson

                               Estelle Sandford

 

Editorial

Hello again, and a happy new year to one and all.

Well the cold weather is here again and Mendip has been
rather quiet of late, of course that might have something to do with everyone
being skint after Christmas though.  So
consequently there’s not a lot of news or gossip.

Congratulations go to Trevor Hughes and his new wife Kate,
who were married on 21.12.96.  The event
(??) was well attended by the caving fraternity and everybody got drunk what a
surprise.  A brave woman it is indeed to
attempt to tame the ‘Biffo’ good luck Kate.

As you will see from the previous page I have now moved to
South Yorkshire (Gurney Slade in fact) and can be reached at that address.  I am also contactable via email….. as is
the club, as those of you who surf the web will already know.

I am currently writing a BEC page for the WEB so that we
will be visible via internet.  The Wessex
beat us to it unfortunately, but what with all the revamping etc … we will
have something worthwhile to put up there.

Once again I am short of material for the BB and any
contributions would be welcomed.  I
recently heard a rumour that people are unwilling to supply articles as they
feel that they are over edited.  I would
just like to state that this is not the case, the greatest lengths I have ever
been to is to correct speleling and grand mar when it are dun rong!!!  Given that as usual nobody says anything to
me, I can only take this with a pinch of salt, but please rest assured it is
not the case.

Jeff Price informs me that there is to be a regular series
of ‘led’ club trips.  These will be
publicised in the BB and also posted at the Belfry.  The Committee would encourage any members,
particularly newer ones, to participate in these events.  A common complaint is that the BEC never goes
caving …. just digging. (Okay okay I know we are an exploration club and all
that. .. but we can still go caving.)

Alex Gee has now moved to the area, the latest in a long
line of ‘immigrants’ to Mendip …. who’ll be next we wonder. I believe he has
set up camp in the Library at present! ! ! ! ! !! (NOT!!)

Guess that’s it for now ….. see Y’all around …..
Jingles.

 

Temporary Belfry Closure.

The Belfry will be closed to members and visitors from
Saturday 18th January to Sunday 26th January due to refurbishment. During this
period there will be no access to the premises. Alternative arrangements should be made with the Shepton or Wessex
clubs.

These refurbishments to the hut are to improve the standards
therein.  Ideas for alterations were
taken from members who expressed a willingness to participate in the work.

The hut floor is to be coated throughout with a tough epoxy
resin designed to withstand farmyard conditions.  (Which is probably quite appropriate given
the number of ‘animals’ there are in the BEC .. !!!)

The aim is to improve the general atmosphere of the hut by
joining the two bunkrooms into one and including alpine style bunks in order to
increase the bed capacity.  In the past
we have lost bookings as there have been insufficient bed spaces available and
thus we have been unable to accommodate. Three single bunks will remain for those that do not wish to sleep in
the alpine bunks.

Finally the club now possesses a spin dryer which extracts
most of the water from wet kit.  This
will be installed in the changing room. We hope these measures together with the planned alterations to the
kitchen will make the hut more welcoming and successful in 1997 and beyond.

 

From the Belfry Table

I start by wishing all members and their partners a happy
New Year 1997!

A further welcome to two new members, Ben Ogboume, and
Jeremy Dixon-Wright, both of whom, fresh from Wells Cathedral School, are off
to Imperial College and Manchester Universities respectively.   Hopefully in turn they will encourage
further new members!

Alex Gee has presented the Committee with an interesting
“Discussion Document” Which follows on the AGM theme of New members
and what can be done to attract them to the BEC.

Hopefully Alex will publish this letter in the BB. Here is a
valid point, we must all try to come up with workable suggestions on this, or
better still, each one of us should try to introduce at least one new young
prospective member to the Club.  All
caving clubs appear to be in the membership doldrums at this time, but as we
embark upon our next sixty years, let us at least try.  Abusing a well known expression, “It
will have been better to have tried, and not to contemplate failure, than not
to try at all.”

Five Buddles Dig:” Not such a sylvian scene”, more
a sinking feeling?  Jayrats valiant
efforts to open cast the Miners Arms to Hunters road are progressing well.  Tony has just effected some smoke tests
between this site and the Forestry Dig, I suspect the fumes were more correctly
attributed to a motor car being swallowed down into his netherworld as it drove
past the dig!  Seriously careful where
you park!

The Christmas mail brought a cheerful newssheet from Bob
& Mariyka Hill and family.  They are
now living in Gabon, and mail can be sent via: “Mr. & Mrs R P& M
Hill, Shell Gabon, ODE/12, P.O Box 10235, London, SWI9 3ZN.  They send their regards to all who remember
them, and extend an open invite for “An African Experience”.

On behalf of the BEC, can I also thank several Life members
and most especially Merv Hannam for their (and his) most generous donation to
club funds recently received.

The Belfry will be CLOSED From Sunday 19th. to Saturday
25th. January 1997, in order to effect a major revamp and tidy-up of the
Hut.  No caving or use of the Hut will be
available during this period.  I have
been told that Alpine Bunks are now the rage, and that you all want them, and
so the Female bunk-room which has doubled as a members bunk room for several
years is to be demolished, thereby creating one large bunkroom.  I ask, is this Deja’ vous?

Committee Meeting Dates for 1997 will be at 8.00pm, on the
First Friday of each month.  No departure
from this schedule is planned.

Unfortunately Rob Harper has resigned his post as Club
Rescue Team Leader, and accordingly, if you are interested or can suggest
someone else who fancies this position, please advise Hon. Secretary so it can
be discussed at the next available meeting!

Similarity, Chris Smart has stated his intension not to
stand again as Treasurer, so interested parties should make known their
interest now.  Please take both of these
notices as the” Official Club Notice”!

Jake-the-Rake?  Well,
Jake of Barrow rake dig, reports with misty eyes that his dig is going!  Well, at least it is going down the dip, but
perhaps the application of Dr. Nobels Linctus is the main culprit?

Regards, Nig. Taylor, Hon. Sec. 12th.January 1997.

 

Life After Reynolds?

I’d heard it described, of course.  And shivered disinterestedly in the way that
you do when you hear a horror story that’s exclusively someone else’s.  A comparative novice is safe from that sort
of thing.  No one would dream of asking
you even if you wanted to go.  It didn’t
occur to me to want to want to.

A bright spring day, a mini bus bouncing along the lane
Charterhouse, and I’m hugely looking forward to the famed extremity.  Andy Sparrow, two chaps from Swansea and
myself to survey Upper Reynolds and then Andy and I intending to follow Pete
and Alison Moody and Richie Websall as they survey Lower Reynolds to the
end.  Apart from hopefully establishing
‘the deepest on Mendip’ there’s also a chance that the end, banged the previous
weekend, might be wide open into the oft-imagined ‘caverns measureless’.  Despite Richie’s modest description of
“the hardest trip I’ve ever done •••• I felt the bones creak ••• ”
I’m completely sumped with unwary enthusiasm.

My first visit to Longwood. Straight down to the bottom end of the streamway with P and A long
invisible in front.  We arrive there so
quickly that parts of my mind are still up on the surface with the sheep and
the clouds and the sunshine.  Start to
survey next to a sign saying ‘DO NOT ATTEMPT TO DIVERT THE STREAM OR YOU MAY
DROWN PARTIES BEYOND’.  Upper Reynolds is
naturally awkward and I’ve hardly settled down before our clyno packs up.  Andy and I are perfectly happy to leave
surveying and go after the other three. A few feet above the vertical slot known as Fanny’s rift (the end of the
cave before P and A’s four year effort. Before that there was only the famous story about the Portsmouth
midget.  What a fine imagination someone
has) the Swansea types decide that this isn’t their particular brand of
masochism and leave to seek the rest of their party elsewhere in the cave.

Leaving our survey gear and the traditional Mars bars at the
top Andy and I slide briskly down the few feet into the larger space
below.  Vague surprise to see two helmets
left at the bottom but press on keenly; head first, right hand side into a slot
a foot or so wide at the bottom and two or three high.  Slightly downhill and narrowing from the top
so we’re soon lying down; quite easy progress despite the bang debris.  In the widest places it’s just possible to
lie flat.  Overall getting steadily
tighter but friendly surveying voices are not far beyond.  Harder to turn my head to see the Sparrow
wellies a couple of feet in front and it’s beginning to feel like a serious
undertaking.  The sunshine well forgotten
by now but just another caving trip; after all, I expected it to be tight.  Andy’s taking off his cell; do the same when
I’m in a wider bit.

Up with the others and Richie says he thinks he’ll give the
end a miss this week.  (Afterwards I’m to
wonder, quite seriously, how on earth he managed it the first time.)  We pass Richie by wriggling over him as he
lies out flat in one of the ‘wider’ stretches. Anywhere else it would be funny as our noses meet but nobody
laughs.  Richie smiles but then he faces
towards out.  When he’s clear from under
me I take off ~~ helmet and put my cell in it; it’s unlikely that my head will
go into the next stretch otherwise.  In
the narrowing crack above the mud covered bang wire mutely reminds the
imagination that the whole passage floods to the roof.

Fifteen feet away Andy is just reaching the first duck and
beyond Alison’s voice offers cheerful suggestions.  As far as I am concerned she could be on
another planet.  To turn my head and look
back would be impossible.  Confidence is
evaporating and determination is being forced to work hard.  Four inches is a good pull and I suddenly
realise that I’m panting stertoriously through hard gritted teeth.  It’s not important.  Moving about a foot a minute.

Not really a duck at all but enough water to remember the
mud in the roof.  Nonetheless an almost
comfortingly large space; on through and into the slot in front.  Arm aching from pushing that cell along and
I’m wishing fervently that I’d left the helmet back with Pete and Alison’s that
we so casually passed by.  The cell keeps
falling out frustratingly and I’d leave the helmet here and now if I’d then be
able to pass it.  Impossible to reach
back and put it behind me.  Continuous
squeezing for up to twenty feet at a stretch and the wider spaces between would
pass for a squeeze anywhere else.  I’m
pressed on both sides like the fly between the two sheets of glass and fighting
down the panicky feeling that I can’t move, that I’m trapped, and I keep
telling myself that I can move, I am moving; I wriggled in there and I can
wiggle out.  Panic rises again and I
force it back firmly.  Andy’s a little
further ahead of me now and I do not want to be left behind.  Andy’s voice carries genuine anguish and he
obviously feels much like I do. “Bloody cell.  Bloody
cell!”

Another lifetime and another twenty foot squeeze.  Inch by inch sharp edges tiny fossiles just
in front of my eyes.  Having a helmet
with me seems utterly ridiculous; I couldn’t move my head enough to bang it
even if I could get the thing on.  Sheep,
clouds; even our Mas bars have ceased to exist except as a dim memory.  My whole being taken up with the next six
inches.

All nightmares come to an end eventually and from somewhere
in front I can hear Andy reaching the larger section at the end.  I’m downright angry with him for getting
there first and leaving me still stuck in here. Except that I’m not stuck of course and finally at last I’m up to the
squirt where a neat spout of water pours down on my head as I drag myself out
of the horrible into the huge.  It’s far
from huge; twenty feet high and at the most about eighteen inches wide.  The stream foams away along the floor and
would indeed carry off my cell if I let it. I’ve dropped my belt somewhere but I couldn’t care less.  A few feet of semi-crawl under some jammed
boulders to the angled constriction known as the Slot.  Andy’s standing up on the far side but
despite my determination to be stood next to him the slot proves very awkward
and even more narrow.  (Here Richie heard
his bones creak; Pete and Alison had to pull him through.)  For me breathing out does the trick and I’m
finally standing next to Andy, the rock still very black, very sharp and very
muddy right up to the roof.  He looks
pale but his eyes are bright; he has to raise his voice above the noise of the
stream. “If it goes anywhere after this they ought to call it ‘Life after
Death Series’.

The rift is still too narrow for us to pass one
another.  There doesn’t much point in
crouching down and being climbed over so we shunt along to the end, Alison
leading.  A very sharp left hand turn and
there’s Pete banging about with a lump hammer. Below, a sump pool in the width of the rift; above, a broken edged hole
blocked by rocks and gravel beyond.  Any
attempt to dig would bring the whole lot down on the digger so we shunt back
round the corner to catch our breath before the return.  Upper Reynolds is two hundred feet and over
an hour away.

I’d just through the slot when P and A decide that they’d
like to go back first to survey the bit we missed and establish a depth.  They ask us if we’d take the lump hammer back
with us but we politely refuse.  They
don’t press the point.  The next moment
they’re through the Slot and overtaking me by going above the jammed boulders
through a hole I’ve just discounted as being too small.  They’re so relaxed that the place ceases to
look awkward even in my eyes; I feel much happier about it all now anyway
having done it all once.  Even so, I take
a deep breath to ‘gain composure’ and the hole I have to force myself into
hasn’t actually got any wider.  Pete and
Alison are disappearing into the distance at a pace that’s difficult to
believe.  At that moment Andy calls out
from behind that his cell has failed, and a few moments later that he’s
suddenly realised how ill he feels.  No
wonder he looked so pale just now.  I
wriggle on to a point where I can hold my light up and shine it back towards
him, and then rest happily until he’s almost up to me; moving on each time so
that he can rest in the ‘wider’ bit. After seventy feet or so like this I can actually look back towards him
when I’m holding my light up.  Despite
the problems things are far better than they were on the way in; one
interesting moment when I drop my cell into the duck pool and it disappears
completely.  It’s easily found again by
feel and the retreat goes on.

The wide open spaces of Fanny’s rift and the sound of Pete,
Alison and Richie surveying comes from above. Our mars bars are the immediate target; it’s over two and a half hours
since we left them and we’ve moved a total of about four hundred feet.  We spent about ten minutes at the far end.

Slowly behind the others as they survey back to the stream,
and then the rest of the cave just like part of the walk back to the car except
that by the time we reach the surface I’m flailing away like a man asleep.  In the back of Richie’s mini-van Andy and I
are virtual zombies.  Good hot shower
followed by food; I’m still exhausted but completely on top of the world.  I might even want to go again.  If asked.

This article was written by Andy Cave …. quite some years
ago.  As I recall it was about his third
proper caving trip or something similar. Talk about a baptism by fire.

The lad evidently hasn’t learnt the lesson yet as he still
insists on jetting off to parts foreign in search of ever more life threatening
situations.  Still I guess it beats the
hell out of growing old gracefully.  Why
bother when you can do it disgracefully.

 

Knots and Stuff

The Bowline


The Bowline Knot is one of the most used loop knots.  This variant is most used in the world.  Probably due to its simplicity, security and
its relationship with the Sheet bend. Keep the cross point in step A between a finger and thumb and make a
clock-wise turn with your wrist.  Without
the loop between it is the same knot.

If the loop is expected to be heavily loaded the bowline is
in fact not secure enough.  There is a
rule of thumb which states that the loose end should be as long as 12 times the
circumference for the sake of safety.

The Dutch Marine Bowline / or The Cowboy Bowline


Only the Dutch Marine uses this variant of the bowline.  And, of course the Dutch Marine sailor says
this one is superior. The loose end is not so easily pushed back by accident,
they say.  Until I see a proof in favour
of one or the other, I think it is just a difference in culture.

The Dutch also tie this with a loose end as long as 12 times
the circumference for safety.

Double Figure-of-eight loop.

Double eight is a knot used by climbers.  It is easy to tie and safe as the
bowline.  There is a discussion if there
should be a stopper at the end of the loose end or not.  Speed of (un)tying is a safety factor itself.

The first way of tying is equal to the way of tying the
Flemish eight, but now in a double rope. The ‘loose-end’ is the loop.  This
way is only applicable when the loop is ’empty’ during tying.

The Double Figure-of-eight loop

If the loop is to be tied round something (your self for instance)
you first tie an eight then lay the loop and double the eight.  It is important to have enough rope for the
loop.  It requires experience, so start
practising.

Figure-of-nine

The figure-of-nine knot can be used as an alternative to the
figure-of-eight.  It is very similar to a
figure-of-eight with just an extra turn before finishing the knot.  It is a little bulkier than the
figure-of-eight but has greater strength. Strength: 70% (normal), 55% (abnormal)

Caving Knots

Bowline

This can be used for tying a rope around a belay but is most
often used for tying the end of a safety line rope around a person when
belaying them up a climb or ladder.

This knot does have a tendency to loosen and can come undone
so it is a good idea to use a half hitch to secure the “tail” of the
knot to the loop. Strength: 50% (normal)

Yosemite Bowline

This is a variant of the basic bowline which gets around the
problem of the knot loosening itself by taking the end of the rope and
threading it back through the knot.  This
is a neat alternative to using a half-hitch to secure the end of the rope and
the resulting knot has the strength of a figure of eight.

Alpine Butterfly

A good knot for rebelays or for tying rub points out of a
rope.  Its main advantage is that the two
strands of rope emerging from the knot are at 180 degrees to one another rather
than emerging in the same direction as in a figure-of-eight for example.  This makes it a good mid-rope knot and good
for rebelays because it has greater strength than a figure-of-eight if the
rebelay fails.

Double Figure-of-eight on the bight

This double loop knot is most commonly used for rigging
V-belays.  The nature of the knot means
that it is reasonably easy to adjust the loops by moving rope from one of the
loops to the other.

Prusik knots

A classic prusik knot is shown on the left, and a Kleimheist
prusik knot on the right. Either of these, along with other prusik knots, can
be used to prusik up a rope.  The rope
used for the prusik-loop should be a fair bit thinner than the rope to be
climbed.

The Constrictor Hitch

The constrictor knot is important as temporary whipping and
as permanent binding from which you need more than on in a row, but not in line
(when you should use the strangle knot). Laid well, it is virtually impossible to untie without tools (needle or knife).  Never use it if you need to untie it. It is
almost the strongest among the ‘simple’ hitches. Only the double constrictor is
stronger.  Because the constrictor may be
tied in a bight, it is often preferred over the strangle knot.

Laid in the bight, it is possible to use the constrictor
virtually everywhere where a permanent hitch is needed. In fact, it is my
favourite permanent hitch.

One of the best applications for this knot is the temporary
whipping of rope strands during marlin spiking. With one yarn, you easily can whip more than one strand at the
time.  Once tied, you pull them strong
all at once.

When you cannot place the knot around the object after the
knot is formed, you have to tie it round the object.  This may be difficult if you did not leave
enough room to put the end through.

For tying a fence rope, you can tie the constrictor in this
interesting way. It allows working it up with to one end while you maintain a
limited force on the other end.  So, you
easily make a straight rope fence (As long as your posts stand firm)

The Constrictor Knot

The Transom Knot

The Transom Knot (Constrictor)

Tied this way the constrictor is an excellent cross knot,
called the Transom Knot. (I used it for my kite when I was a kid).  If you want to secure it, use two closely
laid overhand knots in both ends, or simply use a good kit or glue.  An extra knot above this knot does not have
much effect. If more strength is required, tie another Transom Knot on the
back.

The Transom Knot (Marlin) 

 

Tied this way the Marline Hitch is an even better cross-knot
as the previous version of the Transom. It is not possible for the half-knot to work itself between both rods
where it is not held by the overlaying rope. Therefore, it is a better cross knot than the constrictor-version of the
Transom.  (Thanks for the comment!  I wish I knew this as a kid.  On the other hand I did not have any trouble
with the constrictor version.  But I
agree this is better.)

The Noose

The strangle-knot is an excellent knot to be used a running
knot for a snare.  The pull is easy
adjusted.  The more force is applied from
inside the loop the more firmly the running knot prevents opening of the loop.

The Scaffold knot or Gallows Knot.

The third noose is based on the
Multifold-Overhand-knot.  As its second
name already suggests it has a dark history. It is also used as a knot to tie angles to fish line.

Never play hangman. It can really kill.

The Scaffold knot or Gallows Knot.

The Hangman’s Knot.

This knot is used for the gallows as well.  The force to close it is adjusted better as
with the gallows knot.  And because it is
bigger in the neck it is believed to break the neck more easily.  That would make it more merciful as the
gallows-knot witch kills by strangling. The Hangman is also used as a knot to tie angles to fish line.

Never play hangman. It can really kill.

The Hangman’s Knot

The Reverse Eight-noose.

This is (so far) the only ‘wrong’ running noose I know.   Applications for it to tie a package and …
for tying YoYo’s.  Experts use one loop
to make it possible to let the yoyo spin on the end and to call it up with a
little firm pull.  The yoyo has to spin
fast and the noose has to be trimmed carefully. Starters use two loops and tie
it firmly.

Use eventually an overhand-knot on the cross-marked ends.

The Reverse Eight-noose

The Multifold-Overhand-knot

If you make more than two turns in the overhand knot it will
be fatter.  (But hardly stronger.)  In twined rope it is important to work up the
knot very carefully.  (It will not only
look neater, it will prevent ‘kinking’ which will weaken the rope even more!)

The (Flemish) Eight

This knot is larger, stronger and more easy to untie than
the overhand knot.  It does not harm your
rope as much the overhand knot does.  So
therefore sailors use this knot in most cases. (! not for bend support, where the smaller overhand is used, or in rope,
a permanent small stopper).

Knots on the end of a rope or yarn.

There are a lot of situations where you need a knot like
this.  Every application has its own
special demands for knot properties.  So
you have to choose carefully.  You can
use a stopper to prevent a rope or yarn from unfolding, but please do that only
in cheap rope/yam.  Use a proper whipping
in all other cases.

The Overhand Knot

The Overhand Knot or Half Knot

This is the simplest knot. Therefore probably the most used. The knot is very useful to support knots in yarns.  The loose ends become a bit thicker.  When this support makes the total bend too
bulky you have to look for another bend. The overhand knot is not strong, so you do not use it in situations
where you might expect great force.  It
also reduces the strength of the rope or yarn by about 50%.  But as an “anti-slip-knot” it does
not have to withstand a lot.

The Double Overhand knot

The double overhand knot is beautiful, thicker than the
common overhand knot, but not any stronger. Only use it with caution.  The
double overhand knot is also called the blood knot if it is used at the end of
a whip.  This knot has several ways of
tying and in principle two ways of working up. Both ways of tying shown here also show both results.    The blood knot shown in the middle is the preferred
way of working up the second way of tying marked with the crosses.  The blood knot is very hard to untie after it
has been under stress.  If you put an
object through the cross-marked hole the knot will work up as the strangle
knot.  It is useful to learn this way.

 

Blasts from the Past

Some entries from club logs of yore!!…in no order at
all!!)

24.3.63 Goatchurch  M. Palmer

Mike and three weegies, spent a very pleasant afternoon
thrutching around in Goatchurch!?!?! – found one stray dog (presumably not a
weegie??) – which was escorted to Wells Police station.

17.2.79 Swildon’s 9  C. Batstone, A Jarratt.  4hrs
50mins.

Intentions were to dive to 12 and attempt to re-climb
Victoria Aven.  Sadly the fair.  (What???) Batspiss was struck by Pox at the 20 and exited honking and
farting.  AJ continued in lonely
fashion;  deposited 100′ of rope and
diving kit and free dived back out, suffering light pox from sump 1 to
entrance.  Lost diving knife somewhere
beyond 1.  (Reward).

Millions of evil shrimps lurking in the stream way FROM 4
onwards.  Incidentally it takes 20
seconds to free dive sump 3 and also 20 seconds for sump 2.  Interesting porn photo in St John’s Bell!!!

5.8.72 Swildon’s Hole   M. Waller, McAnus, J. Durston, Bazza. 1.5hrs

Down to sump 2 leaving Martin and McAnus there.  Bazza and myself went through sump 2 for the
first time.  It is about three miles long
and takes about 10 hours to pass!!! Excellent trip.

13.8.72 Stoke Lane Slocker   J. Durston & 3 PCG.  2 hrs.

Gentle wander down to see Queen Victoria, diving the
renowned crystal clear waters of sump 1 en route.  Most enjoyable.

P.S. Can anyone recommend a good grot removing shampoo??!!

26.11.72   Coral
Cave
   Tim Large, Nigel Taylor,
Basset, Chris Howell.

This must rate as THE outstanding official club trip of the
year because …   a) six persons other
than the leader actually started, b) we actually DID go caving!!!

25.8.88 Wookey Hole Trebor, Stumpy, P. Brooke, 

Wookey 20.   Looked at
20.   Looked Okay!!   Nice one.

22.11.80 R Payne. Swildon’s Hole   Quackers,
Batspiss, Biffo, D. Glover, E. Gosting, P. Crawley, 40′ and 20′ pots ….

The above people having nothing better to do decided to go
down the dreadful Swildon’s via the forty and watch the weegies.  Descended the forty in the classic manner
with the requisite amount of Anglo Saxon expletives.  Went downstream to the twenty where we met
Don Vesper & Bill Matthews who invited us to the MCG for beer. This
curtailed any further thoughts of serious spaeleology – which wasn’t the
original intent anyway.  Returned back up
the forty and out via the old grotty and long dry way – much to Pete’s
disillusionment as this lovely piece of passage seems to have grabbed his parts
that other passages don’t reach!!!  Time
1.5 hrs …. Bring back the forty!! !

From the frontispiece of the ’60 – ’61 logbook ….

“Why write illegibly in this log, when with some care,
you could be …. BLOODY INDECIPHERABLE??

26.8.61 Nine Barrows Swallet   P.M. Giles, P. Franklin,  ‘MO’

………. SHORING!!  (Ring any bells Jarratt?????)

6.8.88   Lionel’s
Hole
  Brian Hippy, Stuey, Steve,
Jingles.

The ‘Try to find the round trip’ trip.

Great muddy fun on a sunny day.  Got to end of Bishops Bypass after countless
wrong turnings and dead ends.  Steve,
having no oversuit (he’d had an oversuit oversight!!) was soaked, cold and very
pissed off.  So we turned round and went
out again … not realising it would have been easier going to carry on!!!

25.8.88 Swildon’s Hole. Trevor, Snab, Dave Shand
& a multitude of Germans.

A scattered ramble in the vague region of Swildon’s 1 as far
as the sump, Barnes Loop and other such places … trying to explain that we
were meant to be going round Wookey Hole.

4.5.89 Daren Cilau  Gonzo, Tony Boycott et al.

A ‘Doctor’s opinion of rescue possibilities’ trip to the
sump with an overnight stop at Hard Rock. Verdict….  Don’t break a leg or you won’t come
out….But we knew that already!!!

11.2.60 Lamb Leer
Cavern
  G. Pointing, D. Paddy, J.
Giles

Photographic(!) (Without side lighting) to the cave of
falling waters.  Met a party of MNRC
tribesmen who put on the winch for us, exceeding the 30m.p.h. limit!!!!

11.6.61 ACHTUNG!!

This page is reserved for Mr F. Darbon’s account of the
Swildon’s II OP Jun 17 1961 (later added in pencil) … Well .. We’re still
waiting!! (There is no further entry on this page)

12.12.82            Swildon’s
Hole
Batspiss, Edric, P. Hodgson.

Sunday afternoon bimble down to sump 1.  Cave was a trifle aqueous to say the
least.  Edric was quite impressed with
his new wetsuit – even to the extent of going through sump 1, which was covered
in a layer of evil shitty foam …… ???????

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