Wanderings in Gaping
Gary Rhodes and Abby
was noted in the meets list that Gaping Gill winch meet was on the agenda for
the week so taking advantage of this, plus the fact that Bradford Pothole Club
are a bloody good lot, unlike the bureaucratic jobs worth lot that have a
(winch meet), Abby and myself wandered up. Its good not having to carry up bags
full of string.
point in rushing so we arrived about 2ish
after having many stops and ice creams, a quick trip to the tent to report in,
then off for play time.
passage sounded good as a way in, so off we went and found it straight away.
That’s a good start! Mind you I did cheat, as all I did was to follow a group
of inconspicuously camouflaged cavers in bright yellow suits leaving a trail of
sweat. Anyway, after taking pics for the afore mentioned party and giving them
a head start, we tackled up with the obligatory S.R.T. bondage dance and swore
never to eat pork pies again.
passage is a fine trip in, good pitches with a few deviations, and we were soon
down, with just a little bit of waiting for an ample nourished caver panting up
the final pitch.
off to main chamber. Things were going fine but after a while it started to get
rather muddy, not as I thought it should be. Abby pointed out that at some time
in the past we had been here before on one of our lost wanderings. And maybe we
should back-track and start again. Bollocks lets press on. After a further ten
mins and now looking like a bog monster with my woolly jumper down to my knees
with the weight of mud, off back we turned. It wasn’t long on the way back that
we soon came across another party.
Is this the way on.”? Asked Abby.
Look, talking food, at last we wont starve!” Was the only reply we heard in our
running away far enough we took a different way on which was a lot more
pleasurable. Soon more people were met and fortunately turned out to be of the
more humane nature. In fact they were good enough to point us to a passage that
leads to sand caverns. However it was one that brought you to the top of a
bloody great drop. Thanks….. Well needless to say we eventually got on to the
main chamber for a drink and a butty break, or what was left of the battered
off we went into mud hall. But this time it was to look for something. And
behold we found it. A rope. A rope hanging out of the roof of blackness in mud
hall. A rope leading up to Bradford’s latest
play ground. CORKEYS. Most people say that it’s a good trip on the way in as it
only gets better. But not us. We were going to leave by it. A fine climb out on
string in the blackness of mud hall. Followed by ladder work through
beautifully decorated passage ways. Honest! Don’t believe anybody that says
there are lots of ever diminishing crawls, squeezing through tight rifts or
banged out passages to cut you to shreds. It’s a cracking little trip. Well
were down for about five hours, and had a great time. The only down side was
that the shop had shut by the time we walked past so no more ice-creams for us.