The
Bristol
Exploration Club, The Belfry,

Wells
Road
, Priddy, Wells,

Somerset
.
Editor: Martin Torbett

Committee Members

Secretary: Nigel Taylor
Joint Treasurers: Mike and Hilary Wilson
Membership Secretary: Roz Bateman
Editor: Martin Torbett
Caving Secretary: Rich Long
Tackle Master: Mike Willett
Hut Engineer: Bob Smith
Hut Wardens: Vince Simmonds
Hut Bookings: Fiona Sandford

Letters and articles published in the club magazine do not
necessarily represent the views of the Editor the Committee or the club in
general

Editors bit.

Well, thank you all out there for sending articles during a
serious non caving event which is hopefully now all over.  I expect that as I type this up there are
people dusting off their oversuits and charging up their cells for a trip
somewhere on the Hill.  The club, like
all clubs goes on and so does the magazine, although for how long in my hands
is not sure at the moment as permanent work may cause me to have to give up the
editorship.  Stay posted.

Like many of you, I have wandered off the scene a bit and
gone climbing in various parts of the country whilst the caves were
closed.  Perfectly acceptable for BEC
members to do so; look at the old club logs. If anyone wants to send me articles about climbing, they will refresh
some memories, I am sure.  Thanks to all
regular contributors once again.  So
don’t forget, keep the stuff coming or no magazine.

 

Club News and Views

from Jane Jarratt in
Oz.
Subject: I’ve found the Rileys!!!

Tracked down John and Sue at last.  They haven’t changed their names and had
plastic surgery as I’d suspected.  Sue’s
had tuberculosis and they’ve both had business troubles.  They’re now renovating a house in Quenbeyan
in

Canberra
.  John’s “in pest control” (bit like
when he was at the Hill Inn but with insects!). Sue’s setting up a business selling gourmet foods.  Ella is managing 5 cafes up in the Northern
Beaches (near Palm Beach, Jen) Jeremy works for Fujitsu in Canberra and
Alistair (not allowed to call him Bubs anymore as he is an 18 year old blond
beach bum) is not working at anything and has smashed his wrist up skate
boarding!  Sue met me and took me to a
Thai restaurant followed by several bottles of wine and a gossip.  Sue’s email issuer@[removed] and she’d loved
to hear from anyone who remembers them from the old days.

From the Sandfords’s

Ivan and Fi would like to thank everyone who turned up at
the Hunters on 24th March to help them celebrate their marriage and for all the
gifts they were given.

Everyone has now recovered, although some people who took
too much drink, were unfit the following day, as this photograph below shows.

 

Tony Jarratt exploring Fair Lady Well picture Fi Sandford

DEEP SHAFT REPORTED

Sat, 23 Jun 2001 16:43:41 -0700

From: “rob harper” <cavervet@[removed]>

Just back from the High Andes so greetings from downtown
Lima Joint BEC/Canadian exped explored Sima Pumacocha 2 to -430m, (and still
going in huge wet shaft), on 21/01/01. This breaks previous S. American depth record.  A Continental record for the club!!

Just as I go to press, news from Stocks House Shaft is the discovery of 300 feet of passage going on
from the downstream end of the dig, details and a picture to follow if before
deadline. –  see back page –  Ed

 

The Perils of Drinking to Excess

by Fiona Sandford

All names have been altered to protect the identity of the
innocent.

Drinking is second to caving, something all good BEC members
excel at and what better thing to do on a Saturday afternoon with the caves
closed due to foot and mouth.  Enjoy a
quiet pint or two of Exmoor Gold at the Queen Vic.  Ivan Sandford and Graham Johnson thought
this.  The only problem was – Ivan had no
house keys.  Not a problem!  Contact Fi and get her to leave a set
somewhere safe.  This duly achieved, the
hours were merrily drunk away.

About 7 pm, time to go home for a sleep before continuing
the evening’s drinking at the Hunters’ Lodge. Once home, where were the keys? No where to be seen!  Well, not if
Ivan is to be believed, so next step, break into the house.  Easy, thought Ivan, I’ll kick the front door
open.  So off he went, took aim, and of
course, missed.  Instead of the door
opening, there was glass everywhere and blood gushing from a quite substantial
cut on the back of his leg.  Suddenly,
rather sober, and quickly gathering his thoughts, he hobbled round to the
Belfry where Jake, having had a look, said HOSPITAL!, hastily arranged
transport with Roger who took Ivan and leg – now wrapped in a plastic bag down
to the Casualty in Wells.  Meanwhile, Fi
having gone to work, had been trying to contact Ivan, finally ringing the Hunters
to be told he was at the hospital.  She
arrived at the hospital to find one very sheepish Ivan, with 10 stitches in his
leg.  He became even more sheepish when
told that the keys were where they should be!! … Of course, Fi had to bring
him back up to the Hunters on their way home. Alas, due to the effects of the anaesthetic, Ivan was unable to drink,
even though he did try a sneaky one. Apparently this is not a way to achieve sympathy off your wife,
especially as she happens to be a member of the nursing fraternity.

 

The Final Word on F and bloody M

By Mike Wilson:
cartoons Rich Long

We have all been suffering in one way or another from
withdrawal symptoms due to the F word. Everyone I have spoken to has not found it easy to sit back and suffer
the consequences of the outbreak.  There
have been reports of a huge bullish run on mountain bike manufacturer shares,
and the shops that have been selling accessories such as funny clown shoes,
strange yellow jerseys, and vasectomy packs that you strap on your back, have
been doing exceptionally well.  Of course
us normal sub terra people would never stoop to things like that and have been
staving off withdrawal symptoms with large doses of Roger’s valium or hiding
under tables wearing Petzls (Sean Howe). Abseiling from the 10ft space at night worked for 2 days, and there have
been reports of people hiding under the bedclothes with a torch reading Mendip
Underground.  Well, I never!  At the last count,

Rogers
‘s pub is slowly filling with noisy outsiders
again and hopefully so is Tony’s shop. Personally, I don’t think the carnival is over yet and I have a great
deal of sympathy for the lads and farmers up in
Yorkshire
– they probably will not be out of the wood until much later in the year.  Thank you all you BEC members who have
quietly stood by the difficult committee decisions.  I am sure all of the other committee members
are grateful for your silent but solid support. In case any of you do not know, the Shed is now open to members and
small numbers of guests (not large groups). Cuthbert’s is open at the moment and so are some of the Mendip
caves.  Not Swildon’s, I may add, and
Eastwater is very unsure.  So I think we
may start caving again as a club in a gentle way.  Perhaps someone may have a suggestion for a
club gathering – a skittles match may be appropriate!  Below is the official list of caves that are
open on Mendip at the time of writing. Brian Prewer has compiled this.

Open:

All

Burrington
Caves


Singing
River

Mine

GB

Rhino Rift and Longwood –
approach from Cheddar Gorge

St. Cuthbert’s

Eastwater – care please

Closed:

Thrupe Lane Swallet

Swildons Hole

All others NOT mentioned are SHUT unless you have further
information to the contrary, not hearsay but proof.

Foot and Mouth Undergrounders



 

Hunters Lodge Inn Sink

by Tony Jarratt

With no access allowed to Stock’s House Shaft the team were
forced to sit and mope in the Hunters where their whingeing eventually drove
Roger Dors to distraction and pity – so much so that he generously suggested
that we start a dig in the pub car park! Hunters’ Lodge Inn Sink (ST 5494.5012) had previously been recorded by
the writer in BB 448 (Feb. 1989) as a flood sink located at the south end of
the “function room” building which took a good sized stream of road
and car park run-off in heavy rain.  It
had once been the drain for the pub stables and a stone arched culvert fed into
it – now blocked off with concrete.  It
had been excavated in the past by Roger, “John-john” Hildick and
Nigel Taylor to a depth of about 8ft through silt and shattered rock to improve
the drainage.  The water sinking here is
not seen again in the adjacent Hunters Hole and was also not seen in the 35ft
deep Alfie’s Hole, close by but now filled in. It is assumed to resurge at Wookey Hole.

Before Roger had a chance to reflect on his offer the dig
was commenced on 9th April and a large amount of inwashed silt and rubbish
removed and dumped in his tractor trailer for relocation elsewhere.  A narrow, clean washed and very shattered
water worn rift was revealed in steeply dipping limestone.  The walls of the rift were easily detached
with wrecking bars and later chemical persuasion and the resulting rock pile
transformed into a drystone wall on the west side of the dig. Roger Marsh’s
Attborough Swallet tripod was retrieved from the Belfry “plant store”
and erected over the, now rather impressive, 6ft square by 17ft deep hole.  It was a perfect fit.  The tractor also comes in useful to attach a
second pulley to when hauling out large rocks by Landrover power.

The dig has caused some amusement over the past few weeks
and has certainly brightened up the otherwise maudlin atmosphere.  Envious NHASA and

Wessex
men with dig withdrawal
symptoms visit regularly on their way to the bar.  Noteworthy is the vast number of experts
suddenly available to advise and direct the toiling diggers especially when the
Pub shuts!  Where are these knowledgeable
and experienced characters at other times, one asks?  (Answer:- IN the Pub!).  The site has also developed into a valuable
tourist attraction in these times of limited access.  It may even be a wise move to erect a
“wishing well” over the hole with a bucket below for
“well-wishers'” donations!

At the time of writing there is some 20ft of dipping bedding
plane passage from the base of the entrance climb.  The sides of the dig have been stone-walled
and reinforced concrete lintels have been provided by Roger.  A stone wall has been built around the hole
and a steel grid gate welded and fitted by Quackers, who also welded a long
section of permanent iron ladder which was installed in the shaft.  Blasting operations are continuing at the
end.  The site has even been photographed
by Andy Chamberlain for inclusion in a forthcoming Wells Journal article on
“extreme sports”!

Work continues and all are welcome. Once again the BEC have
both “got everywhere” and “done it to excess.”

The Team: Roger
Dors, Nigel Taylor, Tony Jarratt, Gwilym Evans, Alex Livingstone, Robin Gray,
Annie Audsley, Neil Usher, Dave “Tusker” Morrison (W.C.C.), Mike
“Quackers” Duck, John “Tangent” Williams, Paul Brock,
Dudley Herbert, Ivan Sandford, Roger Haskett, Ben Barnett (Cheddar C.C.), Bob
Smith, Trevor Hughes, Chris “Zot” Harvey, Mark Ireland
(C.C.C./Axbridge C.G.), Chas Wethered, Jesse Brock, Tyrone Bevan (Frome C.C.),
Laurence Elton (F.C.C.), Trevor & Martin Moor (F.C.C.), Tony Keegan
(F.C.C.), Dave Barnett (F.C.C.), Chris Haywood (F.C.C.), Phil Rawsell, Tim
Francis (Mendip C.G.), Andy Chamberlain (Wells Journal), Jack Lambert, Dave
Carter.




Boulder

Winching by Land Rover picture J’rat



Blowing up the Hunters car park by Dudley Herbert

 

Wells Museum Well

By Tony Jarratt

The F &M epidemic seems to be creating more work for the
diggers than has been lost.  Chris Hawkes
of

Wells
Museum
is in the process of excavating a
mediaeval well located immediately behind the Museum buildings (ST 5508.4594)
and, needing a submersible pump to dry it out while digging took place,
contacted the writer.  The Stock’s House
pump and transformer were soon installed and plugged into the Museum
mains.  With most of the water pumped out
digging can take place through the infill of silt, bricks, stones and slates
tipped down the well – possibly in Victorian times.  A depth of over 15ft has been reached to date
but two sections of missing steining (stone walling) are giving cause for
concern and may have to be infilled or shored up.  Planned as an archaeological dig it suddenly
became obvious that the well is located almost at the level of the great St.
Andrew’s Well resurgence and only about 550ft away.  The continuously in flowing water may be
associated with the subterranean river conduit hypothesised by Willie Stanton
and the site is thus a potential cave dig! It may even lead to the flooded downstream section of Welsh’s Green
Swallet – now there’s a horrific possibility!!!!

Once again, work continues. Prospective visitors should contact Chris at the Museum (which is well
worth a visit anyway).  Phone 01749 xxxxxx.

 

Draenan Access

From Rich Long -Caving
See

Sue Mabbett, Permit Secretary SWCC, asked me to inform our
members, Pwll Ddu Cave Management Group who look after Ogof Draenan, they have
had a report from the landowner (F eb 2001). He found three Cavers (?) nothing to do with the BEC, wandering around
the hillside looking for the Draenan entrance, they had been given the
combination by an outdoor shop.  They had
no idea of the access procedures, code of conduct or location of the logbook,
i.e. not bona fide cavers.

This means the code has been changed to stop abuse of the
system.

The members can get the access number from me, Rich Long,
Caving Sec, and or Vince Simmonds, but it is not to be advertised to all and
sundry as this may mean a return to lock and key system and this will cause
problems for all.

The logbook is now located in a box on the side of the Lamb
and Fox.  The following details about any
club trip must be entered in the Logbook:

  • names,
    including surnames of all members of the party
  • names
    of the Club/clubs of those in the party
  • date
  • planned
    destination
  • time
    in
  • estimated
    time out

 

 

 

 

That is all on Draenan, but a tiny bit about OFD as well.

Party size limit can still be occasionally up to seven
instead of the usual six.  However,
please fill in the tickets correctly, Joe Bloggs + 4 is not acceptable and is
making people twitchy.  Lastly, if you
intend to visit the Columns on the open days please inform the columns warden
and make arrangements, which are suitable to all, to avoid disappointment.

Sorry this has been a “Miserable Bugger” sort of
piece, but it had to be done.

Lets hope the F & M, that name which shall not be
uttered, is soon stamped out and complete silliness, much cheerful alcohol
consuming, lots of caving and the wonderful outdoors be given back to us!!



 

A Glossary of Caving-related Words in French

by Andy and

Ange
Cave

This will hopefully be of some use!  It is by no means an exhaustive list and we
would be delighted if anyone would care to point out any glaring omissions.

We have assumed that you know some basic French (GCSE
perhaps) and that you’re trying to read cave information, or to talk with
cavers.  Many of the words have other
meanings which are not related to caving and most of which we’ve left out for
the sake of simplicity.  Many technical
terms, as in English, will be misleading or incomprehensible to non-cavers.

Verbs have not been defined as ‘transitive’ or
‘intransitive’ because colloquial usage often differs from the strict dictionary
definition.  It’s worth noting that in
French many actions don’t have a verb form (eg. ‘to survey’): one ‘does’ the
noun; thus ‘to survey’ is ‘faire une topo’, ‘to cave’ is ‘faire le speleo’ etc.

For tips on pronunciation you could contact us, or (far
better), someone French.

abime (n.m)

abyss

boue (n.t)

mud

abimer (vb)

to

bouffe (n.t)(fam.)

food /

damage / spoil


 

grub


 

accu (abbr.)(n.m)


 

boulon (n.m)

bolt (see

rechargeable battery


 

‘plaquette’)


 

affluent (n.m)

inlet

bourre (slang)

pissed

(passage)


 

(litt: crammed full)


 

amarrage (n.m)

belay

boyau (n.m)(fam.)

tube (litt:

amont (n.m)

upstream

animal’s intestine)


 

ampoule (n.t)

bulb /

briquet (n.m)

cigarette

blister


 

lighter


 

argile (n.t)

clay

burin (n.m)

cold

arroser (v)

to water /

chisel


 

irrigate


 

caillou (n.m)

pebble

attention!

look

calcaire (n.m)


 

out !


 


 

limestone


 

aval (n.m)


 

carbure (~de calcium)(n.m)

carbide

downstream


 

carrefour (n.m)


 

aven (n.m)

pot hole

crossroads


 

(see note below)


 

cartouche Hilti (n.t)

Hilti

barrette (n.t)

rack

cartridge


 

(descender)


 

cascade (n.t)

waterfall

bas, basse (adj.)

low

casque (n.m)

helmet

baudrier (n.m)

harness

cave (n.t)

cellar /

bec (n.m)

jet

wine shop


 

(carbide )(litt: beak, spout)


 

ceinture (n.t)

belt

bidon (n.m)

drum /

chatiere (n.t)

low

container


 

squeeze (litt: catflap)


 

bloquer (n.m)

Jammer

chaussette (n.t)

sock

botte (n.t)


 

(~neoprene = wetsuit sock)


 

wellington boot


 

chausson (n.m)

boot (not

boucle (n.t)

buckle /

wellington)


 

round trip


 

chauve-souris (n.t)

bat

cheville (n.t)

rock

anchor (litt: rawlplug)(see ‘spit’)

cheminee (n.t)

chimney

doline (n.t)

doline

/ aven


 

drapeau (n.m)

curtain

clef (n.t)

spanner /

formation


 

key


 

eboulis (nom)

boulder

clope (n.t)(slang)

fag

pile / ruckle


 

(cigarette)


 

echelle (n.t)

ladder

coincer (v)

to stick /

effondrement (n.m)

collapse

wedge


 

emprunter (v)

to

collecteur (n.m)

mam

borrow


 

stream


 

entree (n.t)

entrance

coller (v)

to stick /

equiper (v)

to rig

glue


 

escalade (not)

climb

colonne (n.t)

column

escalader (v)

to climb

combinaison (not)

oversuit

etanche (adj.)


 

(sous~=undersuit:~neoprene : ~neoprene =


 

watertight


 

wetsuit)


 

etroit (adj.)

tight

concretion (n.t)

cave

etroiture (not)

squeeze

formation


 

facile (adj.)

easy

connerie (slang)(not)

cock-up

faille (n.t)

fault

corde (n.t)

rope

fil (electrique)(n.m)

WIre

cordelette (n.t)

ropeless than

( electrical)


 

8mm diameter


 

flotte (slang)(n.t)

water

couche (n.t)

bed /

fond (n.m)

bottom

layer


 

(ie. lowest point)


 

couler (v)

to flow

foret (n.m)

drill bit

coupe (n.t)

section

(see ‘meche’)


 

(survey)


 

fossile (n.m/adj.)

fossil

creuser (v)

to dig

frac:

(n.m)


 

crue (not)

flood

(abor. fractionnment)

re-belay

culottes (n.t)

knickers

frottement (nom)

rub point

/ shorts


 

galerie (n.t)

cave

debrouiller (se) (v)

to sort

passage


 

out


 

gant (nom)

glove

deconner (slang)( v)

to cock-

glisser (se) (v)

to slip

up


 

gouffre (n.m)

gulf

degueulasse (slang)( adj.)

very

gour (nom)

gour

dirty / disgusting


 

gratuit (adj.)

free (ie.

descendre (se) (v)

to lower

buckshee)


 

/ descend


 

grimper (v)

to climb

descendeur huit (n.m)

figure of

(seriously)


 

eight descender


 

grimpeur (n.m)

rock

desequiper (v)

to de-rig

climber


 

desob (nom)


 

grotte (n.t)

cave

(abbr. desobstruction)

cave dig

igue (n.t)

pot hole

desober (v)


 

(see note below)


 

(fam. of desobstruer)

to dig (a

inter (n.m)


 

cave)


 

(abbr. interrupter)

electrical

deviation (n.t)

deviation

switch


 

diaclase (n.t)

rift

joint (n.m)

o-nng

kit (n.m)

tackle

nickel (slang)(adj.)

bag


 

(abbr. nickel chrome)                      well

well

lacher (v)

to let go

sorted (ie. perfectly designed / rigged

laminoir (n.m)

low

etc)


 

bedding plane


 

niveau (n.m1adj./adv.)

level

lampe (n.t)

lamp

noeud (n.m)

knot

lampe aceto (n.t)

carbide

noye (adj.)


 

lamp


 


 

underwater


 

libre (adj.)

free (ie.

noyer (se) (v)

to drown

available)


 

ouais (slang)

yeah

longe (n.t)

cows tail

palier (n.m)

landing

louper (slang)(v)

to mess /

paroi (n.t)

interior

screw up


 

surface of wall / side


 

lumiere (n.t)

light

passage (n.m)

small

maillon (n.m)

maillon

cave passage


 

maillot (~de bain) (n.m)

bathing

pedale (n.t)

footloop

costume


 

pendre (v)

to hang /

main courante (n.t)

traverse /

suspend


 

hand line


 

pendule (n.m)


 

marmite (n.t)

small pot

pendulum


 

hole in floor


 

penible (adj.)

difficult

marteau (n.m)

hammer

pente (n.t)

slope

mas sette (n.t)

lump

perdre (v)

to lose

hammer


 

perdu

lost

matlos (slang)(n.m)

nggmg

perfo (n.m)


 

equipment including rope


 

(abbr. perforateur)


 

meandre (n.m)

meander

percussion drill


 

meche (n.t)


 

permeable (adj.)


 

explosive fuse / (slang) drill bit

permeable (im~ =


 

metier (se) (v)

to be

impermeable)


 

cautious


 

perte (n.t)

sink

meteo (n.t)

weather

(hole)


 

forecast


 

pertuis (n.m)

tight

monter (se) (v)

to go / come up,

cave passage (litt: narrow straits)

to increase, to raise


 

petard (n.m)


 

mou (n.m)

slack

explosive charge / (slang) fart /

mouiller (v)

to

spliff


 

dampen / make wet


 

peter (v)

to

mousqueton (n.m)

carabiner

explode / (slang) to fart


 

(~a vis = screwgate carabiner)


pierre
(n.t)

rock (ie.

mousse (n.t)

foam /

boulder)


 

head on beer


 

pile (n.t)

non-

neoprene (n.t)

wetsuit

rechargeable battery


 

(see ‘combinaison’, ‘chaussette’)

plafond (n.m)

ceiling

plan (n.m)

plan

plongeur /euse (n.m/t) diver


 

(survey)


 

pluie (n.t)

ram

plancher (n.m)

floor

poignee (n.t)

handle /

plaquette (n.t)

hanger

handle jammer


 

pleuvoir (v)

to rain

poulie (n.t)

pulley

plonger (v)

to dive

preter (v)

to lend

 

profond (adj./adv.)

puits (n.m)

well

ramping (n.m)

randonnee (n.f)

/ trek

rappel (n.m)

(descendre en ~ = to abseil)

rechaud (n.m)

stove

remonter (v)

go back up

reseau (n.m)

network

ressort (n.m) (ie. metal)

resurgence (n.f)

resurgence

reussir (v)

succeed

riviere (n.f)

big stream

roche (n.t)

massive, bedrock)

ruisseau (n.m)

sable (n.m)  

sac de couchage (n.m)

sleeping bag

sac ados (n.m)

salle (n.f)          chamber

/ room

sangle (n.f)

scialet (n.m)

(see note below)

seau (n.m)

sec, seche (adj.)

securite (n.f)

sortir (v)

come out

source (n.f)

(ie. water)

souterrain (n.m/adj.)

underground

speleo (n.m/t)

(abbr. speleologue)

speleologie (n.f)

spit (fam.)(n.m)

anchor

siphon (n.m)

stalactite (n.f)

Deep

pitch /


 

crawl

hill walk


 

abseil


 

camping

 

to come /


 

system /

 

spring


 


 

to


 

river /


 

rock (ie.


 

Stream

Sand


 


 

Rucksack

Chamber


 

sling

pot hole


 

bucket

dry

safety

to go /


 

spring


 


 


 


 

caver

caving

rock


 

sump

stalactite

stalagmite (n.f)

stalagmite

surplomb (n.m)

/ undercut

taille (n.f)

tamponnoir (n.m)

driver

toboggan (n.m)

topo (n.f) (abbr.)

tremie (n.f)

funnel-shaped pile of rocks

tremper (v)

tromper (se) (v)

confuse (oneselt)

vasque (n.f)

basin

vire (n.f)

voute (n.f)

cave (litt: vault)


 

Note: ‘igue’, ‘scialet’ and ‘aven’ are regional
words; thus maps of the Vercors are studded with scialets, those of the
Lot are inundated with igues, whilst in the Grands
Causses there are any number of avens. Doubtless there are different words in
other areas.


 

A Few Useful Phrases :

secours !


 

secours  rescue
practice


 

gaffe

pay attention


 

libre!

just ‘libre!’)


 


 


 


 


 

tomber

(litt: to make fall)


 

fusible /

peter Ie

plomb   to have
a sense of

humour failure !

voute

mouillante a duck (low

airspace)

Je suis casse

J’en ai marre

J’ ai trop bu


 


 

overhang


 

pile

bolt


 

slide

survey

unstable


 

to soak

to


 

natural


 

ledge

roof of

 


 


 


 


 


 


 


 


 


 


 


 

au

help!

Exercice


 

faire

to watch out /


 

corde

rope free! (or


 

caillou!

below!

en forme

fit / feeling well

faire

to knock off


 

peter une


 

vas y!

(you) go for it!

allez y!

(let’s) go for it!


 


 

I’m totally knackered

I’m fed up

I’ve drunk too much

 

Strictly speaking, of course, ‘allez y’ means ‘you (plural)
go for it’ (‘vas y’ is the singular) and ‘allons y’ means ‘let’s go for it’ or
just ‘let’s go’, but that’s not how she is usually spoke.

 

 

Cartoon

by Rich Long



The Ashes 2001

The Annual cricket challenge between the BEC and the WCC is
to be held on Sat 4th August at 3.00 pm (usual venue) with a barbecue to follow
at Upper Pitts Farm (bring your own food)

 

Start at

Calais

By Cave and Cave

It doesn’t demand any great thought to realise that if the
current state of affairs continues, this summer may well see quite a number of
you crossing the channel in search of sun, cheap booze and caving that isn’t
‘interdit’.  Lots of British cavers come
to

France

regularly, they may already know some French cavers and are generally familiar
with the scene; these remarks are intended for those who are relative novices
in this respect.

The southern half of

France
is blessed with huge areas
of limestone and thus there’s no shortage of holes to go down.  Most (but not all) areas are covered by one
of the ‘Speleo Sportif guide books (available from Bat Products!  Not always easy to find off the shelf in

France
) which
describe a selection of the best trips, of all levels of difficulty.  They include information on pitch and rope
lengths which, in my experience, is not always entirely accurate but which
certainly gives a fair idea of what to expect. I’d recommend taking ropes which are a bit longer than suggested, on the
principle that it’s better to have ten metres too much than three metres too
little.

At least one area can boast a guide book in English (also
available from Bat Products).  I have
used this book in anger, as it were; especially when it became repeatedly apparent
that the author, despite good (obviously first hand) descriptions of the
routes, had simply copied the pitch and rope lengths from the ‘Speleo Sportif
guide, complete with errors.  ‘Nuff said.

Some areas, I believe, are slowly being re-equipped with permanent
P-anchors as in Britain, but in the vast majority of caves you will need a full
set of the good old detachable hangers; similarly it’s worth carrying a few
more than suggested in the above mentioned guide books.  There are nearly always plenty of anchors but
don’t trust any other equipment you may find.

Many areas are actually covered by much more comprehensive
and detailed tomes; these can be very difficult to find (even in Bat
Products!  But its worth asking – I got
one for the
Dordogne there) as they are almost
invariably out of print.  For a first
visit to an area the ‘Speleo Sportif or similar guide will have quite enough to
keep you amused; if you’re thinking of repeated trips to the same area then you
might consider getting in touch with a local club.  The ‘Syndicat d’lnitiative’ (tourist
information bureau) in a nearby town will probably have a contact number.  As far as actually finding the caves is
concerned it may also be useful to buy the French equivalent of an OS map; the
‘Serie Bleu’ (1:25000) have most cave entrances marked, although you may need
more than one sheet (currently 46FF each).

Most French cavers use carbide as their primary light
source.  It’s forbidden to take carbide
on cross channel ferries but it can be bought from most hardware shops
(‘quincailleries’) or if not they’ll know where to find it.  If you have rechargeable electric lights the
voltage here (220V 50hz) is compatible but you will need an appropriate plug
adaptor which will be easier to find in the

UK
. ‘Flat pack’ type batteries for Petzl Zoom etc can be bought in almost
any supermarket.

If you’re looking for somewhere to stay, apart from hotels
(which may be ill-equipped to deal with large piles of muddy caving kit) you
could rent a ‘gite’ (self catering, self contained, vary enormously in other
respects) the ‘Syndicat d’lnitiative’ will be able to provide a list and may be
able to suggest some which will suit your particular requirements.  Don’t be shy of telling people that you’re
cavers; the attitude here to adventure sports is much more positive than in the

UK

and to be ‘speleologues’ is considered socially normal.  The same applies to climbers, bikers etc.

For those who are camping; almost all towns, and most
villages of any size, have a ‘camping municipal’ which will be civilized, well
equipped (hot showers that work etc) and cheap. There are also any number of excellent private sites.  Given this, it is not normal to just camp
anywhere (unless exceptionally wild) although people do picnic in the most surprising
places without apparently causing any offence – perhaps this is because they
are invariably scrupulous in tidying up afterwards.

Shopping in France is as pleasant, or otherwise, as it is
elsewhere, but note that almost all shops except for large supermarkets are
closed for at least two hours at lunchtime (12.00 – 2.00 being the most
common).  This is because they take lunch
very seriously – so would you if your breakfast consisted of coffee and a
croissant.  Nearly everything (except
supermarkets and some bakeries, butchers and petrol stations) is closed on
Sunday and Monday.  We had a fair number
of wasted trips to town before we got used to this.  Note: petrol stations keep the same hours as
shops – 24 hour /7 day stations are almost always only operable with a French
bank card.

So, fully organised and well equipped, you set out to find
the cave.  Most caves, as in

Britain
, are on
someone’s, land, although very few are locked or otherwise restricted.  By and large the French farmer is noticeably
friendlier towards cavers than his British counterpart; often he is proud of
the cave (or caves) on his land and may, even if not himself a caver, be very
well informed as to what’s down there. He will almost certainly expect to pass the time of day even if your
French is extremely limited.  The French
are proud of their language and culture (and why not?) and resent the
inevitable Anglicisation / Americanisation which commercial interests are
inexorably spreading.  At the same time
they are practical people who know full well that English is an international
language; it has been a mandatory subject in all French schools for many years
and in an emergency someone who speaks good English will probably appear in
nothing flat.  Don’t ever assume that
people won’t understand what you’re saying but even more importantly never
automatically assume that someone speaks English.  I suggest that no matter how much of a fool
you may feel you are making of yourself and no matter how small your French
vocabulary, that you exhaust it first. This may well only take seconds, but you’ll have shown respect for the
fact that it’s their country and then, when they see you floundering, they’ll
probably enjoy trying out their English on you. If they haven’t got any then ‘pas grave’ (not serious) as they say, and
you’ll have done your bit for international relations.  Anyway, your caving equipment will almost
certainly speak for itself, as will your manners, and much can be achieved with
gestures and a map to point at.  If you’re
in the middle of nowhere there’s no need to seek out the landowner, but if you
do find yourself walking (or driving) through his farmyard it would be most
impolite not to knock on his door.  Don’t
worry if you’re immediately surrounded by loud and scruffy dogs of all shapes
and sizes; they’re just saying ‘bonjour’ and won’t bite chickens, sheep, or
even cavers.

“Pardon monsieur / madame s’il vous ne derange pas nous
voudrions descendre dans votre grotte.” (Pardon Sir / Madam, if it doesn’t
disturb you we would like to go down your cave.)  After that you can happily stick with wry
smiles and “Pardon, je ne comprends pas. Je suis Anglais.”  (Sorry, I
don’t understand. I am English.)  Don’t
worry; forty nine times out of fifty you won’t have to use any of this – it
depends on the area – but it’s worth being equipped.  The one thing I have never come across is the
aggressive type whose only interest is to show you the shortest route off their
land; that experience is one I’ve only had in good old Blighty.

Anyone caving in

France
must be properly insured;
should you need to be rescued you may well receive some hefty bills
afterwards.  Fortunately, as far as
holiday caving in the EU is concerned, all BEC members are covered by the
club’s BCRA insurance.  This only covers
you for the actual rescue and not for subsequent medical expenses.  Before your trip go to the Post Office and
ask for form E 111; this is free and enables you to claim on the National
Health against any medical expenses incurred whilst on holiday in an EU
country.  You may not have to pay the
French doctor / hospital – show them the form first, but either way you should
be able to claim it back afterwards. WARNING: this information was correct last time I enquired but that was
three years ago.  Best to check! – phone
John Cooper in Wells 01749670568

TO CALL THE RESCUE – ring the Gendarmes; dial 17 (it’s free,
of course).  If you speak no French say
“Accident sous terre – dans une grotte.” (ack-see-don sue tairdons
oon grot) and the name of the cave.  No
doubt the word “Anglais” (on-glay) will get an English speaker fast
enough.  (For just an ambulance, dial 15.
For the fire service, dial 18.)

If you have a ‘Speleo Sportive’ guide for the area there is
an alternative, possibly faster, method of callout.  Near the beginning of the book there is a
section headed ‘Speleo Secours’which lists the names and ‘phone numbers of the
local ‘Conseillers Techniques’ (Rescue Wardens) whom you can call directly but
be warned that depending on the age of your edition this information may well
be out of date, and that there is no guarantee that any of them speak English.

The French are one of the best caving nations in the world
and they have a similar number of cavers to us. The main difference is that there’s far more limestone and that
distances are greater, so that cosy little scenes like the Hunters on a
Saturday night don’t normally exist. Nonetheless, you may well meet other parties of cavers at some of the
more popular holes, and they are generally as sociable as their British
counterparts.  Should you be invited to
cave with them there are certain things worth remembering.  Firstly, they’re not always very quick but
they’re thorough – it takes as long as it takes and no one’s in any hurry to
get out to the bar / husband / wife / dubious rendezvous.  They are very team orientated and will wait
for each other (and us) as a matter of course. At the bottom of a pitch they will always hold the rope taut for the
person before them.  Secondly, their idea
of lunch underground doesn’t normally include Mars bars.  They are more likely to produce bread,
cheese, dried sausage, salads, home-made cakes, nuts etc and possibly a modest
wine as well.  One trip I was on, a
training trip for the club concerned, a bottle of Mouton Cadet 1994 was passed
around at the bottom of the entrance pitch. They will always freely share what they have, so it’s good to have
something worthwhile to offer in your turn. Quite probably someone will whip out a little stove and brew up coffee
afterwards.  In most respects, given the
obvious language problem you could put them in the Hunters and there would be
no difference whatsoever; each with their own strongly held theories, enjoying
the company and a drink or three.  I
don’t know what they’d think of British beer but no doubt they’d be up for some
serious exploration.

If you speak no French at all there are two things that you
must learn before going underground with them. Firstly, ‘rope free!’ is ‘corde libre!’ (cord leebr) or just ‘libre’,
and secondly, when we would shout ‘below!’ they will cry ‘caillou!’
(kye-oo).  Until fairly recently it used
to be ‘

pierre
!’
(meaning ‘rock’) and once, a few years ago at the bottom of a 50m pitch, I
watched in horrified amusement when the cry ‘pierre!’ caused one hapless caver
to step forward, look up and respond ‘oui?’ The television sized rock missed him by about a metre and shattered by
his feet.  Fragments whined about my ears
and he was very quiet for the rest of the day. No prizes for guessing his name, and yes, this is exactly why they’ve
changed it.

Various BB’s have included articles on visits to different
parts of

France
.  The only one I could immediately find was
written by Vince Simmonds (May 1990 No.454) and details several trips in our
particular area – if you plan to come here you’re welcome to camp in our field
(no hot showers though!)  For that or any
other queries give us a call.

Ange and
Andy
Cave,

P
ADlRAC
,
France

 

Jack Shepard

Brief Obituary notice wed 18th July

Jack Sheppard died on Saturday morning July 14th. 2001

John S Buxton Hon See COG

Committee Nominations

Nominations for committee members for 2001/2002 will be
accepted by the secretary from now onwards. Please submit your nominations to
the current secretary for the election of the 2001/2002 BEC committee for the
AGM on Saturday 6th October.

Nominations must be in writing and be seconded by another
BEC member. Only paid up members are eligible, probationary members are eligible
to stand.

Nominations must be received by the secretary by Friday 7th
September.

Crossword



 

BEC

Assam

/ Meghalaya Trip 2001 – Synopsis

At the end of January 2001 four members of the BEC (Stuart
MacManus, Tony Boycott, Helen & Rob Harper) flew out to

India
.  Our intention was to spend five to six weeks
reconnoitring the known limestone areas of

Assam
for their cave
potential.  Although references to actual
caves in

Assam

are limited it was considered that some areas should have considerable potential
for cave development.


ASSAM

Despite communication prior to our trip with the
Assam authorities and the
Assam and Indian Tourist Boards and meetings
with both tourist authorities in

Calcutta

and Guwahati we were unaware of the gravity of the insurgency problem or the
level of associated hazards.

We flew from
Calcutta to
Guwahati and then on by road via Shillong to the North East Electric Power
Corporation Inspection Bungalow (a compound with armed guards) at Umrongso in
the

Kopili
Valley
. For our safety the police also provided us with armed guards both day
and night and we were restricted to short periods of caving within a few
hundred metres of the road.  Because of
this we only explored two caves (Gufa Pachkilo [~200m] and Gufa Ka1imundi
[244M], and decided to cut short our visit to

Assam
after only a few days.

We were given information regarding several other known
caves both in the immediate area and in other parts of

Assam
.  It is obvious that there is potential there
for further exploration when the political situation is more settled.

MEGHALAYA

Khasi Hills….

Back in Megha1aya we cast around for alternative
projects.  After consultation with Bryan
Kharpran-Daly back at Shillong we headed for Laitkynsew in the West Khasi Hills
which was used as base for cave exploration at Mawlong, Ichimati and Shella
over the next few weeks.  During this
time we explored and surveyed a number of systems (see table below).  Although there are a lot of caves at low
level in this area the potential for lengthy development is poor because of the
very close proximity of the water table even at the driest time of year.  The caves at higher levels had greater
potential although only one, Krem Rumdan/Soh Shympi, still continues beyond the
current limit of exploration.

Much time and effort was spent talking to local people about
caves and their locations and we have probably examined all the entrances/caves
that are generally known and easily accessible in these areas.  A short day of walking in the hills between
Ichimati and Shella revealed many choked sinks and two short (c20m) do1ine
caves.  There will probably be
significant cave development in this area but the problems of access and
movement are almost overwhelming.  In
addition there is little or no local knowledge of the high level karst since
there is no economic/recreational incentive for local people to go there.  So, apart from Krem Rumdan/Soh Shympi, it is
unlikely that this area examined by this party will yield more large
discoveries without a lot of effort ..

Garo Hills …

Five days were spent travelling to and from the

Balpakram
National Park
as there was reason to
believe that more caves had been located. However the Forest Rangers reported to us that no new cave entrances had
been found.  This area should be ignored
by future expeditions.



 

Christmas in the
Hashemite
Kingdom of

Jordan

As we transcended from
the beautiful sunlight into the deep, dark silent blue it felt like we were
entering into another world.  We were
enveloped in a wonderful calm, gently drifting along the coral canyon and then
we saw him, gracefully gliding towards us, inquisitively examining us as we
watched motionless in amazement, suspended weightlessly.  I felt in a dream like state, as if I was
watching a film with time standing still. He circled around us curiously staring at six pairs of wide-opened eyes
staring back.  He came close enough to
touch, seemingly as intrigued as we were and several minutes passed whilst he
performed a final lap around us before smoothly gliding upwards into the
streaming sunlight to break the surface of the world that we had left and then
he took a breath, turned and disappeared into the far distance.  I almost had to pinch myself to realise that
this was real, this was diving in

Jordan
and this was Christmas day.

Jordan
has always intrigued me – a land of contrast with its rose-coloured mountains
and wadis, its dramatic red sands and proud desert nomads, its rich history and
culture, the warm waters of the
Red Sea and
its spectacular coral reefs.  With both
sea and mountains, we could combine a scuba diving and climbing holiday plus
soak up some sun rays during what would be a snowy December 2000 at home.

As we (John and Jude Christie, Mike Clayton and Emma Porter)
landed in the
Queen
Alia
International
Airport at

Amman
, we were immediately struck by the
fascinating types of culture and dress. Men on their way to

Mecca

solely dressed in two white sheets and flip flops (including one that could
have been J’Rat’s twin!)  Muslim women
with black head dresses without even a slit for their eyes, people praying in
each comer, such a variety, living harmoniously together, unlike the warring
Middle East countries we hear so much about in the news.

We were met by a local Jordanian to help us with our visa
arrangements and were then taken by a slightly uncomfortable (due to fuel
fumes) flight to Aqaba.  Aqaba is at the
southern tip of
Jordan on
the Saudi border, guarded by low mountains, resting on the shores of the
Red Sea but overshadowed by its Israeli neighbour
Eilat.  The once sleepy fishing village,
referred to in the Bible as Elot now derives a major part of its income from
tourism, as well as its port facilities, phosphates industry and potash mmes.

Our first three days were spent scuba diving at the Royal
Diving Centre which was relatively quiet due to the recent neighbouring
tensions.  Each morning we were collected
from our base, the Oryx Suites at 9am sharp and if you were not there on the
dot, the driver would not wait.  A 17km
journey south of Aqaba took us to the diving centre which is part of the

Red Sea
Marine
Peace
Park
.  The centre runs courses for beginners and
trips for experienced scuba divers, offering snorkelling and a private
beach.  As it is a marine nature reserve
aiming to protect marine flora and fauna, divers are accompanied by an
instructor even if you are qualified.

There are 13 dive sites along this coast, though our first
day was spent just off the jetty at the centre. The Aquarium dive took us
along the shoreline in the pleasant 22C water, surrounded by beautiful corals
and angelfish, parrotfish, moray eels, clown fish – the list was endless.  In the afternoon, due to a power cut, we
snorkelled over the reefs, amazed by the diverse life we could see in the clear
blue waters below.

On our second day of diving which was Christmas Day, we were
taken to the 26m deep wreck, the Cedar Pride, 4km north of the diving
centre.  This Lebanese Cargo ship was
purposely sunk in 1986 to create an artificial reef and is covered in coral.  This was a fantastic dive, with plenty of
life including barracuda. However, the afternoon can only be described as
magical as we ventured into ‘The Canyon’,
following a shallow slope between a canyon of coral.  As we left the Canyon, which slopes down to
over 100m, we drifted parallel to the shore and then we saw him, our turtle
….  We could not have asked for a
better Christmas present, and our instructor summarised the trip by saying it
was the dive of his career.

Our last day of diving, saw us on the Saudi Border dive, 300m north of the international frontier and in
the afternoon on Moon Valley, an
undulating reef framed by sandy beds.  We
could have dived there all week, had it not been for the mountains waiting to
be climbed ….

On the Wednesday, we sorted out a hire car and headed out
into the desert.  Wadi Rum is one of a sequence of parallel valleys in the desert
south of the

Shara
Mountains
with giant
granite, basalt and sandstone jebels (mountains) rising up to 800m sheer from
the sandy desert floor.  Wadi Rum is
famous for being the starting point for TE Lawrence’s attack on Aqaba and in
his book, Seven Pillars of Wisdom he declares ‘Rum the magnificent – vast,
echoing, Godlike – a processional way greater than imagination’.



Heading up dune -Rum

We headed for the

village of
Rum
which guards the
way into the desert, with Jebel Rum on the right and Jebel Umm Ashreen on the
left.  The first building you arrive at
is the government run but privately owned Resthouse with its own campsite.  Here you pay the equivalent to £1 as your
entrance fee for the year which goes to a cooperative which organises the
tourism, established by the Bedouin tribesmen. The proceeds have so far enabled the building of breeze block houses, a
school at Rum and bought buses to link with Aqaba and Wadi Musa.  The Resthouse serves a fantastic and not to
be missed chicken and chips, as well as acting as a base for jeep rides.

A ride into the desert by jeep is a great way of seeing the
desert in a limited space of time.  At
JD45 (£45) for the jeep for the day, shared between the group, it is great
value.  You are not allowed to drive
yourself due to the ease of becoming disorientated, so young lads, 12-16 years
skilfully drive you into the desert to view canyons, climb rock bridges, see
hieroglyphics and most amazing sights. Together with a tea and coffee stop at our driver’s family Bedouin
settlement, it was a truly memorable and unforgettable experience.



Amazing natural arch near Wadi Rum

Of course, a trip to the rose-red city,
Petra is no doubt on most
people’s list and is the most popular tourist spot in

Jordan
and only two hours north of
Aqaba.  To reach the city (once you have
paid your £20) there is one route in, winding through the awesome ‘Siq’, to
face El Khazneh, or the Treasury, like Indiana Jones did. This massive tomb was
carved into the mountainside and you are taken back in time as you explore the
refuge of the once 30,000 nomadic Nabataeans. At the far end of the city, is the Monastery, another amazing building
sporting fantastic views of the surrounding mountains.

On our last day, we followed a traditional Bedouin route
described in ‘Walks and Scrambles in Wadi Rum’, near the Resthouse which leads
up to Jebel EI Mayeen at 1100m.  It was a beautiful, easy scramble in 70F made
so atmospheric with the wailings and singing down beneath us in the village on
their religious day.  The day ended on a
camel ride, up to a nearby ruined temple and terrifyingly trotting back to the
Resthouse.

We found

Jordan

an extremely friendly country and for an Islamic state it is relaxed.

It is very westernised, with delicious food served in
restaurants (we used the recommended ones in the guide books) and wonderful
kebabs.  Obtaining alcohol was not a
problem even during Ramadam, though in restaurants during this time we had to
have beer served in a plastic jug and drink out of plastic mugs to hide
it!  The shops selling alcohol had
newspaper in the windows and the alcohol section curtained off, but the people
were still more than willing to send us behind the curtain and recommend the
good wines.  The shops contained
everything you are likely to need together with a vast selection of
sweets.  With obvious cultural
differences, there is the need to respect their ways and if you do so,
Jordan offers a magnetic insight into the
Middle East.  It is
a total adventure with its mountains, coral reefs and even caves in the north
and as quickly as our turtle disappeared into the clear blue sea, our holiday
had gone … until the next time.

Emma Porter

References:

BOURBON Fabio_

Petra

– Art, History and Itineraries in the Nabatean Capital 1999 White Star
Publishers

DIAMANT! Carla Wadi Rum – The Desert of the Bedouin 1996
Plurigraf

HOWARD Tony Treks and Climbs in Wadi Rum

Jordan
1997
Cicerone Guide

HOWARD Tony and TAYLOR Di Jordan – Walks, Treks, Caves,
Climbs, Canyons 1999 Cicerone Guide

HOWARD Tony and

TAYLOR

Di Walks and Scrambles in Wadi Rum 1999 Jordan Distribution Agency

TELLER Matthew Jordan – The Rough Guide 2000

Jordan
– Lonely
Planets

Maps:

The
Hashemite
Kingdom of

Jordan
– The Tourist Map of Ram
1:38500

A similar article
appeared in the Craven Record

Apologies to Emma for pic titles- Ed

 

Systema Cueto-Coventosa-Cuvera

Systema Cueto-Coventosa-Cuvera is one of the classic through
trips in the world. It is located in the Cantabrian mountains, northern

Spain
.  The system contains the fifth deepest
traverse in the world at 805m.  The cave
is 815m deep and contains over 27km of passage. I am planning to book the cave for a week in spring 2002.  The plan is to rig the top and bottom
entrances, then do the through trip with Snab, to celebrate his birthday, then
derig the cave a couple of days latter. Anyone interested in coming along must be competent in SRT, as the shaft
series down to the river is 600m deep and contains a 370m pitch.  Thick wetsuits and lifejackets are essential,
as there are a few lakes to swim across. It is possible to do the trip as a pull through, the cave is bolted for
both methods of descent.  Anyone
interested contact me, Snablet. Dates to be arranged later, once the permit is
obtained.

Tim Allen’s Stag Weekend.
Tanne du Bel Espoir -Diau.

The Place

Tanne du Bel Espoir-Diau, Thorens-Glieres, Haute Savoie,
French Alps.  A classic traverse at 701m
deep (8th deepest).  The cave contains
the Diau river, and has around l5km of passage.

The Revellers:

Tim “Stag” Allen, Mark “Best Man”
Wright, John “Big Nose” Palmer, Liam “Thats my Boy” Wright,
Dick Ellis, Richard “Terry Fxckwit” Greenslade, Richard Blakely, Adam
?, Simon ?, Martin Holroyd, Pete Hall, Pete “Grabber” O’Neil, Pete
“Snablet” MacNab.

The Journey

A complete nightmare for those in the minibus due to a ferry
blockade by French farmers protesting about their fuel prices.  However, the time spent in the ferry queues
was kept to a minimum by the minibus conveniently breaking down in

Coventry
.  (Not all bad, though: The minibus company
paid for a hotel, which kept its bar open all night).  It took from Thursday morning to Saturday
morning to get to Thorens-Glieres. Martin and myself flew to

Geneva

on Friday night due to time restraints imposed by work.

The Trip

Martin and myself were awoken early, by a jaded crew in the
minibus.  They had driven all night from

Calais
and were looking
the worst for wear.  The owner of the
municipal campsite took one look at us all, then told us to leave.  So we moved camp to a caver friendly
campsite, on top of the hill.  A great
spot, with a Braida-sized outhouse available for use if it gets too wet or if
you want a night-cap after the pub.  Some
of the lads grabbed a couple of hours kip before we set off for the cave.  Around ten-ish, we drove the minibus up a
forestry road on to the Parmlan plateau. A pleasant mountain bar guards the end of the road.  So time was found for a quick sample of the
chilled local brew, whilst kitting up in the warm sunshine.  An hour or so’s walk across a sparsely pine
covered limestone pavement saw us at the edge of a well marked shaft.  The general consensus among the team was that
this had to be the right entrance; after all it was even “P” hangered
with pull through chains attached. However, when Mark arrived whilst we were preparing to rig the first
pitch, he didn’t recognise the entrance. A quick consultation of the map and description confirmed Mark’s
doubts.  We were, in fact, about to pull
through the Tanne du Tordu-Diau, which contains an 80m pitch.  Our longest rope was only 50m.  Near disaster averted, we continued our
search for the Tanne du Bel Espoir.  The
entrance is about 50m down a steep valley wall, with a large sign saying caving
in the Diau river cave is dangerous in snow melt floods (No shit).  Unlike the Tordu, the Bel Espoir belay points
were slightly more character building. We placed our own sling around a tree, ignoring the museum specimens of
tat, and made a mental note not to study any of the bolts too closely (they
turned out to be alright).  The pitches
come thick and fast, interspersed with convenient ledges for waiting whist
pulling down ropes (there is only one pitch where five of you have to clip into
the same bolt, very cosy).

We split into two teams of six entering the cave one hour
apart, each with 50m, 30m, & 20m ropes, whilst Dick stayed on the surface
and took the minibus to the Diau entrance. The first few pitches are great 20-30m Yorkshire-ish pots.  We had two persons rigging, two carrying gear
and two derigging, it was working well, we were getting carried away, flying
through the cave.  Unfortunately it
worked too well, on reaching a series of short pitches, known as the Chocolate
Crawl, the tackle bags were already way on down the cave.  The 50m rope had to be hand-balled through
squalid liquid mud; this led to a very nerve racking 40m descent; Slime and 9mm
rope don’t mix too well.  The pitch lands
in a large chamber, strewn with the remains of a rescue camp. The chamber is
also where Tanne du Tordu enters the system and marks a change in the cave
character.  A strong draught guided us
into a rift, a couple of short pitches led to Puit de Echo. This is a huge and
impressive 50m pitch into a large chamber. At the base of the pitch, a date and initials written on the wall
indicate the connection point between Tanne Du Bel Espoir & Le Diau.  Shortly after the chamber, the passage drops
down into a stream way, this leads via some short shafts to an entertaining
traverse to the head of a wet and spectacular 45m pitch.  The stream cascades down over multiple
ledges, spray everywhere, a great pitch. The passage follows along a rift down a series of short 5 to 10m
pitches, which land in beautiful blue pools. I thought that this part of the cave was extremely pleasant and
entertaining caving, the best part of the system.  The stream eventually intersects the Diau
main river, whereupon the cave changes character again.  The passage is huge and decorated; the caving
involves wading down the river.  After a
fair distance the river becomes deep (swimming).  The swims and ducks can be (and were)
completely avoided, by taking a side passage on the right.  The side passage is a series of phreatic
tubes (walking).  These lead for 300m to
an 8m pitch back down to the river.  By
now the river passage has grown in stature. Wire traverses have been installed to avoid deep swims and raging torrents.
Eventually the fun has to end, the river sumps. After a bit of confusion and a short search, we found the sump
by-pass.  There was no doubt whether we
were on the right route or not, the inclined rift ahead was rigged with a
stemple every two foot (We can’t have the fee-paying outdoor pursuit tourists
thrutching now, can we!).  The rest of
the cave had every obstacle removed by means of iron ladders, chains, wire
traverses and stemples. Although the remaining passage to the lower entrance is
very spectacular, the fixed aids do detract from it, making the caving become a
bit pedestrian (a similar feeling to caving in St Cuthbert’s).  On reaching the final chamber, Martin
produced a bottle of

Champagne

from his tackle bag.  After a Formula
One-style opening aimed at Tim, the bottle was quickly consumed, and we then
proceeded to get lost.  After
circumnavigating the chamber’s walls for the second time, we made our way out
of the entrance safe in the knowledge that we had made it through with
virtually no navigational mishaps.

It was 10.15pm, a 2km walk to the minibus and the pub was
calling.  There was no obvious path we
could see, so we followed the river. After half an hour of scrambling down a boulder strewn river bed, we
found ourselves above a 30m waterfall, in a 100m high steepsided gorge – time
to backtrack!  We found a spot where we
could scramble/climb out of the gorge, at the top we found a path and followed
it somewhere?  We eventually spotted the
lights of Thorens-Glieres, and were able to orientate ourselves in the right
direction.  12.30 saw us back at the
minibus, to find that disaster had struck! The crate of beers that Dick had stashed in the river for cooling, had
floated away.  A major search and rescue
operation was instigated, the outcome was successful.  Dick drove us into town, but we were too
late, the bars were shut (luckily we had provisions for just such an
eventuality).  So we went back to the
river to await the other team, and cool down another crate or so.  The second team arrived shortly, so we
proceeded to party till dawn.  A great
weekend had by all.

 

 

New Mexico – The

Land of
Enchantment

20 May to 5 June 2000



Laventana Natural arch- El Mapais National Park, New Mexico

New Mexico, The Land
of Enchantment is one of the poorest states in America, bordering Arizona,
Colorado,
Texas and

Mexico
.  It feels like a land set apart from the rest
of the USA and is often described as an anomaly as it has its own cuisine,
culture, architecture and unique landscape with the Rocky Mountain range
running from north to south providing a sharp contrast to the low desert
plains.

After a long flight, Mike Clayton and myself arrived in

Albuquerque
airport with
mountains in the background, providing a stunning location.  The warm evening air hit us as we stepped
outside, loaded all our kit into the rather large, economy hire car and headed
off to find a motel.  After a night in
the Luna Motel at $28 for the two of us including breakfast in a rather dubious
looking cafe next to the motel, we headed off to the home of a local caver for
some information.

Armed with plenty of useful tips, we were pointed in the
direction of a local outdoor shop in the

Old
Town
,
to stock up on meths (white gas or denatured alcohol) and a snake bite kit.  A stroll around the

Old
Town

was a must, a quaint Mexican style quarter with bunches of chiles adorning each
building, musicians on every comer and a lively, vibrant atmosphere.

Our first caving area was to be 75 miles west of

Albuquerque
, in the El Malpais National Monument and
Conservation Area
, EI Malpais being Spanish for ‘the bad land’. EI Malpais
consists of some 600 square miles of volcanic features – miles of lava tubes,
jagged spatter cones, basalt craters and lies between the elevations of 6,200
and 8,400 feet. We were informed by local cavers that there are about 200 lava
tubes/caves in the area but very little appears to have been published.

Our first destination was a tourist trip to the privately
owned Bandera Crater and the

Ice
Cave

which costs $7 each.  On the way up to
Bandera Crater, you pass the Bandera tube which can be followed on
topographical maps for at least 16 miles. The tube was formed when the crater erupted some 11,000 years ago and is
the longest of the 15 major lava tubes in the area.  The tourist
Ice
Cave, known to the Pueblo Indians as
the

Winter
Lake
, was a disappointment as you could
not enter it (though it appeared not to be much more than a hollow
anyway).  It did however, provide some
welcome relief from the intense heat of the afternoon sun.

Start of Lavatubes, EI Mapais N. P.

We had planned to spend our second night in the El Malpais
Park, with overnight camping being free as long as you obtain a backcountry
permit from the Ranger’s office. There were just two snags, where you are asked
to camp really requires a 4×4 and secondly, our water supplies were not great
and being a Sunday in the middle of nowhere, we had passed no open shops.  Instead, we headed back to the small town of

Grants
and camped at
Lavalands R V site ($12 + tax for two of us).

Like a lot of ‘campsites’, it is predominantly for RV’s
(Recreational Vehicles) and the camping ground consisted of just sand which
meant tent pegs do not stay in. Fortunately, there was some big lumps of lava lying around, so we
managed to improvise.  A trip to a 24
hour Walmart saw us with about 8 gallons of water, a huge steak meal at 4B’s
($6.95 each), a good sleep, a shower and we were ready for some proper caving.

We jumped on the 140 at J85 from Grants and left it again at
Exit 81, onto SR53.  We passed the Ranger
Office, and the Bandera Crater and

Ice
Cave
and took a rough
track, CR42 on the next left. All the literature we had, informed us that a 4×4
or high clearance vehicle was required to visit this remote area.
Unfortunately, we had neither but it was a hire car, and this hire car was
going where it had not been before (and this was tame compared to later in the
holiday!).  It is worth noting that it is
a place to avoid in wet weather, even in 4x4s.

When we arrived at the deserted car park it was getting
hot.  Feeling keen, we both headed off
carrying a gallon of water each (as recommended) caving helmets, we wore caving
clothes i.e. T-shirts and trousers and took a trekking pole (to warn off rattle
snakes!).  We followed a set route, which
involved spotting

cairns
,
and we were glad we did.  Because it is
all volcanic, compass use is not reliable, a GPS would have been great if we
had one with us but we did not.  As we
started on the trails, it became hotter and hotter, we followed cairn after
cairn, almost completely reliable on them. The area felt quite intimidating and hostile – it all looked the same
with nothing distinguishable.  As
described in an NSS article, , one pressure ridge or a lava looks very much
like another … the thick trees restrict the view … Not infrequently, cavers
will waste an entire afternoon either completely lost or futilely searching for
a specific cave’.  To top it all, there
was not a drop of water, there was a severe fire risk, we saw no other people,
there were rattle snakes lurking and we were surrounded by a bewildering
display of cacti.  If only we had a GPS
with us!

We cooled off in

Four
Windows
Cave
, with the sun
dramatically shining into the tube by four windows and had a good explore,
taking photos along the way.  We finished
the tourist walk, deciding not even to attempt to find the other caves that we
had been given locations for – it was hard enough following a path, let alone going
cross country.  We headed for another
part of the Park for a photo opportunity at the impressive La Ventana Natural Arch, one of the largest in

New Mexico
and then to the Sandstone Bluffs Overlook, which
provides a fantastic view of the surrounding lava fields.  We jumped in the car, back to

Albuquerque
, through
Socorro and camped the night ($5 between us) in the Valley of Fire (near Carrizozo). The

Valley of
Fire
is yet another
lava strewn area with lava tubes, though we did not manage to locate these.
Instead, we completed the tourist walk and headed for the free International UFO Museum and Research
Centre
, at

Roswell

to decide if aliens really did land there.  A trip into Artesia to go to La Fonda, what was to become our favourite
restaurant of the holiday (Mexican and very cheap) and we were back on the road
to

Carlsbad
.

Arriving at the Guadalupe
Mountain Outfitters
in

Carlsbad

and the heat hit us, all 43 degrees C of it and this was May, it was supposed
to be like an English summer day at this time of year!  We met the owner Curtis Perry who provided us
with useful information on the caving and climbing scene, another trip to
Walmart to stock up on water and we completed the last leg of our journey onto
the Texan border.  On our left were miles
of hills containing unsurveyed gypsum caves and a couple of families of
javelina hog (wild pigs).  As we
approached the

Guadalupe
Mountains
,
they looked stunning as they stretched along the skyline.  The mountains were once an ancient marine
fossil reef and were part of the 400 mile Capitan Reef.  They were formed about 250 million years ago
when
Texas and

New Mexico
were covered in a tropical ocean,
and the reef began to form from algae, sponges and lime from the seawater.  When the sea evaporated, the reef had become
buried in sediments and mineral salts and was not exposed until it was uplifted
and tilted by massive earth movements.

We pitched our tent in the National Park at Pine Springs Campsite, at the foothills
of the Guads.  There are only 21 pitches
on a first come, first serve basis and at $8 for your pitch (and you are
allowed up to 6 persons per pitch) was great value.  All pitches had a picnic bench, a tree for
shade and a stunning view, there was a toilet block but no showers.  The only significant problem are the skunks
who have even been known to unzip tents to steal food – fortunately, we only
saw one.  With the fires raging in
Los Alamos and notices everywhere, the National Parks
were on a severe fire risk.  It felt such
a responsibility just cooking your food, as

New Mexico
had not seen rain for a year, one
spark and it would not stop.

The next few days we tried to do some walks around the Guads
exploring the Foothills, venturing up the narrow

canyon of
Devil
’s
Hall but it was too hot.  The sky was so
blue with not a cloud in sight.  Its
sounds heavenly but when its 43 degrees C, and there is so much to do around
you but you can not due to the heat, it becomes a bit frustrating.  We took to starting walks at 7 am, getting
back at 10am, then having breakfast and going for a drive or a siesta.  We found that it took us quite a while to get
used to walking in a desert with the intensity of the heat and the lack of
water.  It is recommended that you carry
at least a gallon of water each and this is vital.  The desert was very beautiful in its own way,
with the most amazing variety of cacti and creatures that have adapted to live
there.  Something we were warned about
but fortunately, did not meet in the wild, was the rattlesnake and the mountain
lion.  The latter was descending down from
the mountains in a ‘stressed’ state due to the heat, and attacks on humans were
occurring in

Texas
.  In particular, we were warned about this at
the popular

McKittrick
Canyon
as it
accommodates a permanent desert stream and ample shade.



Natural entrance to
Carlsbad Caverns

One cool place was Carlsbad
Cavern
, used as a shelter by prehistoric Indians but it was a local cowboy,
Jim White, who noticed what appeared to be ‘smoke’ coming out of a hole in the
ground and on closer investigation, found it to be millions of bats that were
leaving the cave at dusk to hunt for food. White returned with ladders and began to explore down the large
entrance.  At about the same time, a second
entrance was discovered by Abijah Long and on seeing the almost 90 foot high
guano deposits filed a mining claim and work began.

The Carlsbad Caverns Visitor Centre is very well organised,
showing videos of Lechuguilla and the bat flight, 3D models of the cave,
interesting displays with trails around the park and even has dog kennels.  The choice of trips provided covers
ranger-led trips to self-guided trips to more ‘wild’ caving adventures.  We chose the self-guided tour at $6 each
which took us via the Natural Entrance and eventually to the Big Room which is
equivalent to 14 football pitches.  The
beauty of this trip was that you could spend however long you wanted – we took
about 3 hours.  Once above ground, we
completed the short tourist trail and eagerly waited for the evening Bat
Flight, hoping to see our two newly adopted bats.  A purpose built amphitheatre around the
natural entrance, sees a couple of hundred visitors each night listening to a
free talk by a ranger whilst waiting for the bat flight.  Unfortunately, due to the increase in
insecticides, the effects of guano mining and some of the bats not having yet
migrated back from Mexico, there were not as many bats as we were
expecting.  All the same, it was
fascinating to sit and watch these Mexican freetails spiral out of the cave to
hunt for moths and insects.

Our middle weekend saw us heading off for the Lincoln National Forest to meet a group
of cavers who were working on the High Guads Restoration Project (HGRP).  The drive up was about 3 hours from

Carlsbad
, with a
considerable proportion of this being on rough tracks.  We had been advised that it was accessible in
a car with high clearance (our hire car had very low clearance).  It must have been an amusing sight when we
travelled up in the dark and I could be seen running ahead of the car, shifting
stones out of the way, riding in it when the track was reasonable and jumping
out at every pothole in the road.  The
journey seemed never ending and it was a relief to arrive at Texas Camp and
meet some cavers, set up camp and have a good sleep.

There were about 20 cavers camping up in the mountains and
unbelievably, one of the first people we spoke to was English.  (I was wearing my BEC t-shirt and his very
first comment was that that ‘the BEC do really get everywhere’!)  In true American style, we had to have a group
meeting before we went caving, and had to have a risk assessment/hazard
analysis read out to us.  We were told to
‘take a helmet as you might hit your head, to take a rope if there was a pitch,
to stay still if you met a rattlesnake and then move slowly away’ – the list
was endless.  The reason for this, was
the strict conditions that the National Park place on you if you are
caving.  The HGRP arrange these weekend
meets to ‘clean’ the caves and in that way, they have access to the caves which
is sometimes, otherwise denied.  With the
caves being bone dry, over time the formations become lost under sand and dirt,
with no natural means to clean them unlike our caves the cavers step in and
help nature.

We spent an interesting few days caving in this area, descending
into Three Fingers Cave, Hidden Cave, doing a bat count in Cottonwood Cave and the highlight for
me, being Pink Panther Cave.  This involved
walking about 4 miles in the mid day sun, carrying SRT kit, camera equipment,
water and getting seriously lost as we scrambled over cliffs until we
eventually found it.  This was a leader
led trip with only about five trips a year and like a lot of these caves, is
easy by English standards.  A slightly
awkward climb led us down into a chamber called Speleogasm, full of bizarrely
twisted helictites.  The icing on the
cake was a bear skeleton, laid as it had fallen, its spine twisted with all
bones in tact.

Our time with the HGRP project was soon over, we retreated
safely down the dirt tracks and after 7 days without a shower in unpleasant
heat, a motel with a shower and a good feed were our priorities.  Before heading to
New
Mexico
, we had arranged permits for some of the other caves in the

Carlsbad Caverns
National Park
.  Unfortunately, out of the 90 or so caves in
the Park, cavers are only allowed into about 10 of these.  The Rangers at the Park were very helpful
though, giving us surveys of the caves and even opened a road on our way to

Chimney
Cave

especially for us that was closed at the time to tourists because of fire
risks.  The other two caves we visited in
the Park, Christmas Tree and

Corkscrew
Cave

(photo opposite) involved long, uphill walks for not much cave.  Two longer caves available as ranger tours –
Spider and

Slaughter
Canyon
Cave

were recommended to us but we ran out of time.

Climbing wise, we did very little due not only to the heat
but all the climbs were graded very highly. Sitting Bull Falls, an
attractive oasis provides some climbing but climbing with the locals was by far
the best way.  Our holiday was concluded
with a visit to White Sands National Monument 15 miles southwest of

Alamogordo
. Glistening
white waves of gypsum sands cover 275 square miles, breaking up the 4000 square
mile missile range which surrounds it.

As we headed back to the airport, the first rain in 12
months began in style.  Shortly after we
had passed through the town of

Cloudcroft
,
reading notices that the national Park was closed because of the fire risk, the
airport television showed pictures of the devastation caused by huge mud slides
only minutes after our passing through.

New Mexico really is a

Land of
Enchantment
, and we only scraped the
surface of this fascinating and intriguing landscape.  The mountains and caves are endless, the land
is vast, the people friendly and welcoming and we will definitely be going
back.

Useful Information

Gear Shops:

REI,

1905 Mountain Road NW,
Albuquerque

Guadalupe
Mountain Outfitters, 216 S. Canal,

Carlsbad

Good restaurants:

4B’s, Grants

La Fonda,

210 W. Main St.
, Artesia

Sirloin Stockade, 710 S. Canal,

Carlsbad

Red Chimney, 817 N. Canal,

Carlsbad

Campsites:

Lavalands RV site, off 140,
Grants

Oliver
Lee
Memorial
State Park, off

Dog Canyon Road
, near

Alamogordo

Pine Springs Campsite,

Guadalupe
National Park
, off US 62/180

To avoid at all costs – Park
Entrance R V Park and Campsite,

17
Carlsbad Caverns Hwy
, White’s City

Useful Maps:


New Mexico
Atlas & Gazetteer, 1998,

DeLorme US Geological Survey –
Ice Caves,


Gunsight
Canyon
,

Carlsbad
Caverns
and EI Paso Gap Quadrangle.

National Geographic Maps –

Guadalupe Mountains National Park,
Texas

Further information:

Fodor’s New Mexico 2000

Crane, Candace:

Carlsbad Caverns
National
Park
Worlds of Wonder 2000

Jackson, Dennis; Rock Climbing
New Mexico and

Texas

1996 Falcon Guide

Marinakis, Harry; The
Lava
Tube
Cave Systems of

New Mexico
‘s EI Malpais NSS News June 1997

Nymeyer, Robert:

Carlsbad
, Caves, and a Camera 1978 Zephyrus
Press

Nymeyer, Robert and Halliday,
William;

Carlsbad

Cavern The Early Years

Schneider, Bill; Hiking
Carlsbad Caverns and Guadalupe Mountains National Parks
1996 Falcon Guide

White, Jim; The Discovery and
History of Carlsbad Caverns 1998 Reprinted by the

Carlsbad Caverns
Guadalupe
Mountains
Association

Thanks:

Thanks to Rich Long, Curtis Perry and family (Guadalupe
Mountain Outfitters), Stan Allison, Dale Pate and Paul Burger (rangers from
Carlsbad National Park), Allen Laman and Susan Herpin (High Guadalupe
Restoration Project), Hazel Barton, Aaron Birenboim and Simeon Warner.

Emma Porter  A similar report has appeared in the Craven
Record.

 

Stock’s House Shaft;- Digging Into History.

by Tony Jarratt

Continuing the series
of articles from BBs nos 502, 504-510.

Photographs
attributed to JRat-Ed

A Sixteenth Century Wheelbarrow
Reconstructed

With the dreaded Foot and Mouth crisis effectively putting
paid to any ongoing work in Stock’s House Shaft the writer took the opportunity
to undertake an experimental archaeology project which had been in the offing
for some time.  The levels in both the
Shaft and Five Buddles Sink had been found to have been equipped with plank
flooring to aid removal of spoil and tailings from their depths.  The means of transporting these was unknown
apart from the wooden sledge found in Five Buddles and now resident in the
Hunters’.  A search of the literature
revealed that a fairly standard wooden wheelbarrow had been used throughout
Europe from at least the sixteenth century up to the
nineteenth – essentially unchanged.  To
test the theory that these were possibly used in the Shaft it was decided to
reconstruct one and try it out, following instructions provided by Georgius
Agricola in his authoritative mining volume of 1556 – De Re Metallica:-  “That
which we call a cistum is a vehicle with one wheel, not with two, such as
horses draw.  When filled with excavated
material it is pushed by a workman out of tunnels or sheds.  It is made as follows: two planks are chosen
about five feet long, one foot wide and two digits thick; of each of these the
lower side is cut away at the front for a length of one foot, and at the back
for a length of two feet, while the middle is left whole.  Then in the front parts are bored circular
holes, in order that the ends of an axle may revolve in them.  The intermediate parts of the planks are
perforated twice near the bottom, so as to receive the heads of two little
cleats on which the planks are fixed; and they are also perforated in the
middle, so as to receive the heads of two end-boards, while keys fixed in these
projecting heads strengthen the whole structure.  The handles are made out of the extreme ends
of the long planks, and they turn downward at the ends that they may be grasped
more firmly in the hands.  The small
wheel, of which there is only one, neither has a nave nor does it revolve
around the axle, but turns around with it. From the felloe, two transverse spokes fixed into it pass through the
middle of the axle toward the opposite felloe; the axle is square, with the
exception of the ends, each of which is rounded so as to turn in the
opening.  A workman draws out this barrow
full of earth and rock and draws it back empty.”
  (see illustrations – from the alter piece of
St. Annen Kirche, Annaberg,

Saxony,
Germany
.

A search for a suitable wheel was the first priority as the
writer’s woodworking skills were non-existent. With incredible luck, one was found almost immediately lurking on the
second floor of Wells Trading Post, an old mill full of assorted junk, tools,
furniture, etc.  It was steel tyred,
16″ diameter, and painted bright red!  It was acquired for a discounted price of £20 and the paint tediously
removed.  All attempts to scrounge the
wood for the bodywork having failed a visit was then made to Interesting
Timbers at Emborough where two elm planks of suitable size were purchased for
£36.66 and later, two more for £34.00. Six beer barrel spiles were kindly donated by Roger Dors to be used as
the “projecting head keys.” Work commenced on the 26th March when the writer and Bob Smith sawed and
drilled the side boards to shape and pondered on the fact that Agricola had not
indicated if the barrow had a floor or just V -shaped sides.  By studying several ancient representations
of these vehicles it was decided that their seemingly box-like shapes suggested
that a flat floorboard was used and another search through the woodcuts in
Agricola proved this – after the barrow had been built! Because of their
narrowness and length they were apparently side-tipped (see illustrations).  The width of the barrow was estimated after
reading the following descriptions of contemporary mine level dimensions: –

“A tunnel is a
subterranean ditch driven lengthwise, and is nearly twice as high as it is
broad, and wide enough that workmen and others may be able to pass and carry
their loads.  It is usually one and a
quarter fathoms high (7ft 6″) while its width is about three and
three-quarters feet ” – Agricola, De Re Metallica (1556). .

“Thefe Adits are
commonly fix feet high and about two feet and a half wide, fo that there may be
room enough both in height and breadth to work in them; and alfo room to roll
back the broken deads in a wheel-barrow … ” William Pryce, Mineralogia
Cornubiensis (1778).

These dimensions agree favourably with those in the Upstream
and Downstream Levels of Stock’s House Shaft. The average height of a man at this time was 5ft 4″.

By the 7th April the wooden body of the barrow had been
completed and given a coat of dark oak stain. Work was in hand to modify the axle to fit Agricola’s description using
a couple of cold chisels cut to shape by Ivan Sandford but this became too much
of a chore and the barrow was taken to the Somerset Forge at Easton where a
magnificent new axle and two frontal supporting bands were made.  Four superb, “distressed” steel
floorboard support brackets were made by Paul Brock’s workmate, Mark Steeds,
and fitted to the sides/base of the barrow with coach bolts.  Once completed and the Shaft reopened it will
be tried out underground when the durability of the diggers’ knuckles will also
be tested!

N.B. Since the writing of this report Bob has discovered
that there is a genuine example of a miners’ barrow at Morwellham Quay – George
and Charlotte Copper Mine, an industrial archaeology tourist centre near
Tavistock, Devon.  It appears to have a V
-shaped cross section but a visit will be made to check this and compare it
with our reproduction.

Illustrations below from 1556 – De Re Metallica : Georgius
Agricola



A Seventeenth Century Mining Map Unearthed

Further research into the history of Chewton Minery recently
revealed item no.501 in Trevor Shaw’s ”

Mendip
Cave
Bibliography Part II – CR.G Transactions
vol. 14, no. 3, July 1972
.”  Entitled
Mendip This Plot Lyeth in the bofome of the foreft of Mendyp or
Mine-deepe in Sometfett shire. the great Bed of Ledd Dare”
it is a
folded manuscript plan held at the British Library and dated approximately
1657.

This item was not recorded by Gough in “Mines of Mendip” and it seems
incredible that it has not been previously studied by Mendip cavers as it
clearly shows three unknown (or unidentifiable) swallets (The Swallow, Pit Swallow and Golgo Swallow) and names a presumed
resurgence – Skye Hole.  Mining historians also get a bonus with the
identification of Golgo Rake, Boate
Rake, Broad Rake
and Gold Rake
the latter possibly being the lost “Golden Rake” referred to by Moses
Stringer in “Opera Mineralia
Explicata” 1713 p. 9 – “Gold hath been and now may be found in the
hills of Mendip, in Somerset-shire, called the Golden Rake; … ” and also
noted in “The Gold Rocks of Great Britain and Ireland
” (J. Calvert.
Goldpanners Association ­date unknown.)

This map has been shown to many local cavers so that as many
theories as possible may be collected and compared as to the locations of the
features mentioned.  At first sight it
looks like a simple plan of a ”
Lake“,
road, two roadside swallets and the rakes in Rowpits – corresponding to
Waldegrave Pool and Swallet and Five Buddles Sink area.  Confusion arises when the lake is seen to be
1000 fadom long & 100 fadom
broad
” – 6,000ft by 600ft!  The
old word “lake” could also mean stream or marshy ground so may refer
to the whole valley as far south as St. Cuthbert’s Swallet – in which case the
dimensions would be roughly correct and “Priddy Minery” is correctly
located but the rest of the map would be at a larger scale.

The oblique line across the map may be the ancient (prehistoric?) footpath across Chewton Minery
from Stock’s House to Red Quarr/Wigmore area, but what is the double line
running vertically down the map from south to north (south being at the top)?

Thomas Bushell is mentioned as intending to explore The Swallow to discover it’s issue so
that he could “undermyne the
Lake
“.  We
may assume that he had yet to start his search for the ” .. natural swallow twenty fathom (120ft) deep .. ”  This may
have been Golgo Swallow which is
stated as being “..20 fad lower than
Pit Swallow.
”  The latter would seem to be a surface sink and
the former possibly entered underground
from the adjacent Golgo Rake.  The Old Men obviously knew that the water from
this resurged at Skye Hole but where
is this cave(?) and how did they know?  As
Bushell’s plan was to dewater the deepest part of Rowpits, which was the forefield of Broad Rake why had the local miners not done this earlier by
driving a level southeast along Golgo
Rake
from Golgo Swallow?  Could this cave have been lost or blocked off
by 1657 and thus the objective of Bushell’s search and could the name be a
shortened version of
Golgotha – the biblical
“place of skulls”?

Why is Boate Rake
so named?  It is highly unlikely that a
boat was used underground but could there have been an entrance near the ”
Lake” where a boat was kept?  Perhaps there was a boat shaped rock in the
rake or maybe the word is actually “Boale”.  A “bole hill” was a prominent site
used for smelting purposes at the time ­especially in the Derbyshire mining
field.

A comparison with 1940s aerial photographs has been made and
what may be Broad Rake has been
identified as the only obvious working running NE-SW as opposed to the main
body of veins which run NW -SE.

The writer would be pleased to hear from anyone who has any
thoughts on these queries – ideally through the pages of the BB.  A visit to the British Library would be useful
to ascertain if there is any other relevant documentation associated with this
manuscript.  Perhaps when **(if !) we
break through in Stock’s House Shaft some of these problems will be solved.  Roll on a virus-free, dry summer!!!

If nothing else the existence of this map proves that our
six years of digging in this area have not been in vain as Bushell’s lost cave
is definitely in the vicinity.  SEE STOP
PRESS

STOP PRESS DETAILS

On Monday 16th July, “Mad” Phil Rowsell and
Canadian novice caver Jeff Harding were poking about at the end with a long
crowbar when it suddenly went through into the top of a 6 foot high continuing
level.  The writer- summoned from the
surface where he was sunbathing – was very generously given the privilege of
being first in.  A short crawl under an
horrific collapse led to about 200 feet of mine level with at least four
possible ways on.  Needless to say the
“well” chilled ”

Champagne

which had been stored underground for over a year was enthusiastically quaffed!  See next BB for the full, exciting
exploration article.

The map appended is
British Library manuscript no;- Add Ms 5027 A, art, 49.f.776-78a and is
reproduced here by permission of The British Library – with thanks for their
helpful assistance.



Latest Developments



On the 18th May the main footpath across the Mineries
Reserve and

Stockhill
Forest
was re-opened and
access to the Shaft regained.  The
following morning the writer found part of a rusted shovel blade lying on the
spoil heap, washed free of mud by recent rain. It may be part of the shovel recovered on 22/8/00 (see BB 508) but a
small missing section needs to be found to prove this.  A sketch is appended for the records.

On the 22nd May the huge “hanging death” boulder
in the Treasury was banged and some bagging of silt accomplished in the
surprisingly clear Downstream Level.  All
the full bags in this level were transported to the shaft bottom on the
following evening when the banged boulder was inspected and found to be split
and now drillable in safety.  May 27th
saw a strong team bagging more silt in the level and transporting it to the
shaft and on the 28th the brand new generator was put into action to operate
the submersible pump to allow further clearing .. Next day the hydraulic winch
was fettled at the Belfry, transported to the Shaft and installed in
preparation for the following evening’s session when 184 bags were hauled out –
a record (but the previous record of 183 was set by Mike Willet who hand
winched every one!!)  The wheelbarrow
(minus wheel) was partly lowered into the shaft on the 2nd of June just to make
sure it would fit – luckily it did.  A
good tidy up then took place and the leaking downstream dam was repaired with
the use of expanding polystyrene foam. 63 more bags came out next day and many
more were filled at the end in very “soupy” conditions.  Ben Barnett became the latest dig casualty
when he dropped a rock on his previously broken foot and re-bent it!  Another 70 loads came out on the 6th June
when heavy rain caused a swift increase in the stream level and the following
evening saw the eventual complete destruction of the Treasury “hanging
death” boulder.

The terminal “chamber” was eventually regained on
the 11th June when much clearing of the approach took place.  Bags of silt were stacked on the Old Men’s
timbers here and a couple of feet of progress was made into the presumed continuation
of the level.  On the 13th another 132
bags came out with the hauling team suffering from the usual summer excess of
midges.  Julie Hesketh, Tim Francis and
Pete Bennett, digging out the Loop Level on the 17th, found a superb 18
3/4″ (475mm) long wrought iron pricker, or needle which was unfortunately
broken during removal.  The snapped off
tip was identical to the supposed rake tine found by Paul Brock in 1999 which
must now be considered as part of another pricker.  The pricker was used to leave a hole in the
stemmed end of a black powder-filled shothole in which to insert a fuse,
generally a powder filled straw.  The use
of iron was soon abandoned due to its potential to create a spark and later
prickers were made of copper or wood, though some were still in use in the 19th
century.  It is almost identical to the
shorter, broken one found in Stock Hill Mine Cave and illustrated in BB 467
(April 1993).  This example is
considerably longer than the 15″ ones generally used in

Cornwall
. A small piece of shovel blade recovered by Alex was found not to be part
of that discovered previously but from a different tool.  Another 63 bags were winched out the next
day.

Another push at the end took place on the 20th June when the
water level was lowered by excavating the floor of the terminal chamber and
revealing a clean-washed airspace ahead. This may be the main way on but is in a dodgy collapsing area and will
have to be dug with care.  More work was
done here on the 25th and on the 26th it was possible to reach the end without
pumping.  Two suspect boulders in the
ceiling above the Old Men’s timbers were banged, as was a huge boulder in the
Treasury on the way out.  The strange,
pulsating “waterfall noise” was again heard at the downstream end.

The surface dam in the Five Buddles Sink gully was removed
at the request of Somerset Wildlife Trust, it now being redundant.

Further work in Loop Level indicates that it was driven
along an immature natural streamway before being abandoned.  The Treasury of Aeops / Loop Level passage
appears to have been the first level driven (from the surface), being later
intersected by the entrance shaft and Upstream / Downstream Levels.

On the 27th June 73 loads were winched out and the banged
boulder in the Treasury removed in pieces to give open access to this level,
which will in future be restored to its former glory.  A start was made on demolishing the terminal
choke.  Much of the broken rock was
bagged up on the 29th and a large, flat slab brought back from the downstream
end which, when cleaned, was found to be limestone.  It appeared to have been partly worked and
seems to have been brought into the workings for some specific purpose.  Mark also found a partly fired shothole with
the top section still full of stemming – this will be studied at a future date
and the results compared with those gained by Willy Stanton in Grebe Swallet
Mine, Charterhouse.  102 loads came out
next day and on the 1st and 2nd of July about half of the full bags stacked at
the terminal choke were dragged out and another charge fired to bring down
loose boulders.  The Old Men’s timbers
were also removed.

The 4th of July saw a large team suffering various disasters
from attack by millions of midges on the surface, failure of the pump or cable,
hanging death at the end and the snapping of the winch rope with eight full
bags on it.  Luckily only Trevor was
below (he’s used to this kind of thing) but he was impressed – as opposed to
being just pressed!  Despite all this
another twenty odd loads were cleared from the end, more of the Treasury spoil
was bagged up, all full bags were dragged to the shaft and one even reached the
surface!  Richard Chaddock and Hugh
Tucker did a working tourist trip following a talk given to Cheddar C.C. by
Tangent and the writer the previous Sunday night.  The broken rope was kindly replaced by Ian
Matthews.

Another 136 bags came out on the 8th of July when the
hanging death was banged and an enthusiastic Adrian Hole was introduced to the
dig.  The large amount of broken rock
resulting from this bang was dragged back to the dam next day when Chris Castle
joined the team.  It seems evident that
this collapse area is in fact a mined out rake intercepted by the level and
shored up by the Old Men.  The 11th saw
all this spoil dragged to the shaft and 40 loads winched out.  It was noticed that the winch had been
tampered with ready for removal by some of the summer low-life that plagues the
countryside so it was dismantled and removed from site.  Ray Deasy arrived from

Australia
for
his annual digging trip!  The total
amount of bags out so far is about 8785 – c.88 tons.



Looking up the Level photo by Ray Deasey

Additions to the Digging Team.

Nigel Denmeade (W.C.C.), Mark Ireland (Axbridge C.G./Cheddar
C.C.), Tim Francis (Mendip C.G.), Phil Rawsell, Tony Audsley (A.T.L.A.S.), Pete
Bennett (M.C.G.), Julie Hesketh (M.C.G/G.S.G.), Elaine Johnson (A.C.G.),
Richard Chaddock (A.C.G.), Hugh Tucker (A.C.G.), Adrian Hole, Chris Castle,
Jeff Harding (Ontario, Canada.)

Additional Assistance

The British Library, The National Library of

Wales
, Simon
J.S. Hughes (North Cardiganshire Mining Club).

A.R. Jarratt, Priddy.
12/7/01

 

Club AGM 2000

Reports of the various committee members and officers follow

REPORT OF THE Hon. SECRETARY 1999/2000

Believe it or not, and without an election, we had a eleven
person committee this last year.  Strange
therefore we only ever seemed to have five or six committee members attend any
monthly meeting, members are volunteers, and they are entitled to their private
lives and associated commitments, some of which unfortunately may not have been
apparent to them when they stood for Committee, – and regardless, the Club
still functions.  As I expressed in last
year’s report, this can cause difficulty in actually effecting the efficient
running of the club, and also ensuring that any decisions taken were
democratic.

The 1998 AGM directed that committee members attendances
should be recorded and passed to the club’s AGM, these will be available at the
AGM only, as an addendum to this report, and I make no further comment upon
them.

Once again, the BEC owes a great big “Vote of
Thanks” To Fiona Lewis, who steadfastly carries out the role of Hut
Bookings Officer both efficiently and without portfolio!  It is sad to hear that recently she received
verbal abuse from a non-member who called uninvited at her home, when he
demanded some cave keys from her.  We are
unable to identify this person who I feel is in need of some practical advice!

Both Vince Simmonds and Bob Smith have been energetic in
their roles as joint “Hut Wardens”. Rich Long has been active as Caving Secretary, and Roz Bateman has
worked hard in chasing-up late payers and bringing out another Members
Handbook.  I shall not steal her thunder
in talking about membership, except to say that it is heart warming to see a
regular amount of new, and young members coming into the club.  Many of these are being introduced as a
direct result of Tony Jarratt and his stalwart digging activities.

The Committee hope to make a start in 2000 / 2001 on the
proposed extension to the Belfry as a start in construction must be made under
granted planning permissions within a five year period.

As I seem to constantly bleat, Please, please remember it is
your Club try to do your bit however small that may be, this ensures that BEC
continues to flourish in a shrinking Caving world.

The BEC is I feel in a healthy and strong position, in this
it’s 65th Year, I am sure it would make its’ original founders pleased to see
it thriving and keeping true to its’ traditions.

Nigel  Taylor
Member 772.
Hon. Secretary Bristol Exploration Club, 1999/2000
Tuesday 5th September 2000.

 

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