The Bristol Exploration Club, The Belfry, Wells Road, Priddy, Wells, Somerset.
Editor: John Williams

1996 - 1997 Committee

Hon. Sec.                Nigel Taylor
Treasurer                 Chris Smart
Caving Sec.             Jeff Price
Hut Warden             Becca Campbell
Tackle Master          Mike Wilson
Hut Engineer            Ivan Sandford
Membership Sec.     Richard Stephens
B.B. Editor               John Williams
Librarian                  Alex Gee
Floating                   Hilary Wilson

                               Estelle Sandford



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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


Temporary Belfry Closure.

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

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

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

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

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


From the Belfry Table

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


Life After Reynolds?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


Knots and Stuff

The Bowline

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

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

The Dutch Marine Bowline / or The Cowboy Bowline

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

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

Double Figure-of-eight loop.

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

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

The Double Figure-of-eight loop

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


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

Caving Knots


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

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

Yosemite Bowline

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

Alpine Butterfly

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

Double Figure-of-eight on the bight

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

Prusik knots

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

The Constrictor Hitch

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

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

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

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

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

The Constrictor Knot

The Transom Knot

The Transom Knot (Constrictor)

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

The Transom Knot (Marlin) 


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

The Noose

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

The Scaffold knot or Gallows Knot.

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

Never play hangman. It can really kill.

The Scaffold knot or Gallows Knot.

The Hangman's Knot.

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

Never play hangman. It can really kill.

The Hangman's Knot

The Reverse Eight-noose.

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

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

The Reverse Eight-noose

The Multifold-Overhand-knot

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

The (Flemish) Eight

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

Knots on the end of a rope or yarn.

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

The Overhand Knot

The Overhand Knot or Half Knot

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

The Double Overhand knot

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


Blasts from the Past

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

24.3.63 Goatchurch  M. Palmer

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

25.8.88 Wookey Hole Trebor, Stumpy, P. Brooke, 

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

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

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

From the frontispiece of the '60 - '61 logbook ....

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

26.8.61 Nine Barrows Swallet   P.M. Giles, P. Franklin,  'MO'

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

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

The 'Try to find the round trip' trip.

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

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

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

4.5.89 Daren Cilau  Gonzo, Tony Boycott et al.

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

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

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

11.6.61 ACHTUNG!!

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

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

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