Titan

 

Titan

It was a long-awaited trip to Titan for the four of us who had never visited it before. Since we weren’t planning to go far into the system but were only doing a bounce trip with a potential look into the connection, we weren’t in a rush to get going first thing in the morning.

After separating with the group that went to Moss Chamber, we made our way to the entrance via Cave Dale and were underground within an hour. Apart from a few moments of hesitation, the rigging went smoothly, and once we had all bottomed out, we began the exit slog on very bouncy ropes. Since we had taken the camera, we also decided for a couple of dangly shots on the way up. We established a rough plan for where to stop for the shot beforehand and came up with a whistling signal system to confirm readiness in position. Due to the distance and enormous echo, we didn’t really manage to communicate much up and down the pitches, so final micro-adjustments of positioning weren’t really possible (radios would have worked much better, but someone never thought about bringing them).

Considering the difficulties of the environment, exposure, and lack of planning, we still managed to get a couple of shots and all really enjoyed the cave, especially George. 

Cavers: Bartek, George T, Paulina, Pheobe 

A Weekend Trip To Parys

Anyone who heard that the Dudley were planning a weekend trip to “Parys” might have envisaged us all drinking wine by the Seine. No such luck this time: this was an excursion to “Parys” not “Paris”. But what an amazing trip it was!

A handful of Dudley members plus one extra, met at the surface workings of Parys copper mine on Anglesey. Before setting off, we spent a moment admiring the surface landscape which is a beautiful surreal place; full of heaps of multi-coloured rocks and minerals.Very fascinating and well worth a look.

We were ably guided by Tim, a member of the Parys Underground Group. The plan was to do the through trip from Mona mine back through to Parys.

Having changed, we went through the hidden entrance into Mona. Once underground we quickly came upon formations that gave us a taster of the unusual decorations to come.. Here, what looked like black calcite was actually formed from fragile rust. Tim explained that the mine is on a volcanic plug and contains just about every mineral going. This meant we were treated to the most amazingly coloured formations, from bright pink through to yellow and greens, and even bright blues (more of that later).

Naturally this resulted in much stopping for photos. The lighting crew and models were mostly very tolerant of this, although you can see evidence of the beginnings of a protest movement if you look carefully...

The route went up and down through different levels. Due caution was a necessity as much of the structure supporting the mine is in an advanced state of decay. Some of the water was also very acidic - as illustrated by these stainless steel bolts and a karabiner that have been left in a puddle. One particularly blood coloured pool also had arsenic and other nasties in it - not the best spot for a swim…

We learnt that much more of the mine used to be flooded, but because of the acidity of the water a concrete dam holding much of the water in, had gone worryingly mushy so the Environment Agency had to pump it out. This has opened up more levels of the mine for exploration and also resulted in a very beautiful geological phenomena:

As the minerals leached through into the newly drained chambers they started to form these bright blue crystals. They have formed over about 20 years and as the mineral all leaches out they start to disintegrate again. Or at least that’s how my non-geologically trained brain understood it. Tim said other areas in the mine have had these blue formations in the past but now they have vanished.

If that wasn’t enough scientific curiosity, we were also treated to a pipe growing iron-eating fungi...

...plenty of snottites...

...bits of non-corroded pink copper...

...iron formations that look like dragon eyes and a bronze age section of mine complete with the hammer stones that the miners had brought from some distance to help them extract the copper.

All in all an amazing mine exploration. I don’t think I’ve heard “Wow!” quite so often on a a Dudley exploit before.

Cavers: Bartek & Paulina, Dave & Anne, Firas and John
Trip Report: Anne
Photos: Bartek

Gaping Gill

An early start was in order to start the walk up ingleborough to the GG winch meet.

On reaching the makeshift town, we started to form a plan. My mom and dad would be descending the winch at 12:30 so the plan was to meet them in the main chamber for that time. We decided to go in via stream pot and out via flood pot.

Just before we set off we gained another member to the team. This took us to 4. Myself, bartek, Paulina and Craig. We set of down the entrance pitch, at the bottom there’s an awkward rock to squeeze yourself through to start your way down the second pitch. The way on was fairly easy going another two pitches with some deviations, saw us to the bottom. We started off with me leading to the main chamber where I lead us off into some tight crawly passage, missing the big black hole in front which was the correct way on.

After a little back track we were back on the correct route and soon found our way to the sand caverns and onto a balcony in the main chamber.

My mom and dad soon joined us and had a good look around. I think we may make cavers out of them yet…

We was soon joined by loz and we started out via flood pot, a little traffic Jam at the bottom give us a rest before the prusic up. The first pitch being the largest one. We then had a few smaller pitches and some crawling we soon surfaced to some sunshine.

Loz went off to pack her tent down and we decided to tackle another entrance, loz suggested that we do corkys pot.

A short entrance pitch put us into a crawl, and then a small pitch which is rather snug but free climbable. Then you keep crawling and it’s keeps getting tighter and tighter and tighter. Then you reach another pitch. I was head first and with no way of turning around I started reversing back to a place where I could squeeze my legs underneath me. This pitch was snug and a real pain to open your stop as it was jammed in your chest. On reaching the bottom of this pitch. Guess what…

More CRAWLING. It got tighter again with every bit of protruding rock grabbing at my srt kit if it didn’t Hook my cowstails it would get my metalware suck. I can say that there was a lot of swearing going on. Then I arrived at the head of pitch and slid my way between the slabs of rock pinching me from both sides. We then went into nemesis crawl. The swearing continued.

I then descended another pitch Into what seems to be a spacious pot, this was soon let down by a small opening at the foot of the pot. More crawling… the elephants arse into colon crawl. I think this needs no explanation.

Squeezing our way along we reached another short pitch,onto a very loose bolder slope where a rock was knocked off and clattered down, and then silence for a few seconds until it clattered on the cave floor below. A large black void lay ahead the final pitch.

Vindication pitch, a fantastic descent looking out over mud hall. On reaching the floor a scramble over the boulders put us on the side of a big drop the way on lay to some very slippery mud traverses. Once these was behind us we could see the glow of lights in the main chamber and a short iron ladder put us there.

We decided to go out via Barr pot which we tackled swiftly, and soon we found ourself in the makeshift pub clutching a pint. The heavens had opened up and it was time to tackle the walk back to the cars.

It was an excellent day of caving and look forward to attending another winch meet.

Trip Report & Photos: George

Thrown in at the Deep End: My First Time in Long Churn

When your son tells you he’s taking you on a “gentle introduction to caving”, you imagine something along the lines of a casual wander underground, perhaps a bit of scrambling, nothing too dramatic. What I didn’t expect was to find myself soaked to the bone and laughing like a maniac at the sheer absurdity of it all.

Welcome to Long Churn.

My son George is an enthusiastic caver. He talks about potholes and pitches the way most people talk about pub lunches—fondly and often. Over time, I’d listened with interest (and the occasional raised eyebrow) as he recounted tales of subterranean escapades, tight squeezes, icy pools and the peculiar joy of crawling around in the dark. I never quite got it. Not really. But then came the offer: “Come with me. Just once. You’ll love it.”

Reader, I think I was set up!

Long Churn is, I now understand, a classic beginner’s trip in the Yorkshire Dales. Classic, however, doesn’t mean easy. Within minutes of stepping into the cave, I was hit by a cold, wet reality—this wasn’t going to be a sunny stroll I’d planned. Slipping and sliding, ducking through passages. I began to wonder what I’d signed up for. And then something shifted.

Somewhere between clambering darkness, the mesmerising water fall and the wonder of finding a fish in the pool I began to see what George sees. The silence. The timelessness. The otherworldliness of it all. It’s a different realm down there—peaceful, challenging, humbling.

I wasn’t alone, of course. Alongside George was a brilliant little team: Paulina, Bartek and Roo—cavers through and through, each one endlessly patient, encouraging, and cheerful. Their camaraderie and love for the underground world were infectious. They never made me feel like the novice I so clearly was. Thanks to them, and to George, I wasn’t just surviving the experience—I was enjoying it.

By the time we emerged into the daylight, something had changed in me. I wasn’t just proud of getting through it—I wanted to go back. I got it now. The draw of the dark, the call of the unknown, the thrill of pushing yourself just that little bit further.

To Paulina, Bartek, Roo, and my lovely son George: thank you. I suspect you knew exactly what you were doing when you invited me. I’m glad you did.

Trip Report: Lorelle Tolley
Photos: George Tolley
Cavers: Paulina, Bartek, Roo, George & Lorelle

Moss Chamber

Four Dudley members joined forces with Grace and Jenny from Crewe Climbing and Potholing Club for a short, but sporting and fun trip to Moss Chamber. A couple of club members were keen to do a trip that helped them build confidence after not being underground for a while.

We slid down the slide beyond the show cave into Five Arches Passage, before wading through the Wallows and ducking through the Mucky Ducks to arrive in Upper Gallery. After a short while we climbed up into Pickering's Passage, which led to a good variety of different types of caving: some crawls, some squeezes and some simple climbs, all of which were coated or interspersed with liberal coatings of slippery mud to keep us on our toes (or off them!).

A final chest-deep wade through very cold water brought us into Moss Chamber. The formations are truly stunning, if overshadowed by the tragic history of the chamber. We spent a little while playing around with photography before deciding that we were getting cold and heading back.

On our return we deviated to the streamway to get some film footage for another Dudley member and enjoyed the dramatic phreatic passage - and the rib like structures on the floor. All in all a very photogenic bit of cave.

Moss Chamber was a fun little trip and well worth revisiting.

Cavers: Mike B., Firas F., Anne B., and Dave B., with Grace and Jenny from CPCC
Trip report: Anne B.
Photos: Dave B.

Lost John's

Monday 21st April 2025.

Lost johns & George.

We decided on an ambitious plan to do the centipede route and try and make it to the final pitch and having a crack at battle axe traverse.

We started by sorting the ropes this was a task in itself with two tackle sacks bursting with ropes and 42 carabiners.

We started off down the stream following our description we took the first left we seen which turned out to be a long rift with a few climbs up and down, battling with the tackle sacks at every obstruction. This soon turned out to be choked we explored all off shoots on the way back to the first junction with no luck in a way on.

We decided to go straight on at the junction, this soon brought us to some cascades that we traversed across and a large hole the foot and hand holds were large and plentiful. This was starting to line up with the description. Great news.

We soon arrived at the top of a pitch head, I rigged the first short pitch and we carried on soon reaching the head of a large pitch was this centipede. Jonny took over the rigging and started rigging the traverse line where the bolts are high up in the rift, I couldn’t work out why the bolts wasn’t lining up with the toppo but we carried on. Soon we had dropped the y-hang and into a little alcove onto a false floor, this definitely doesn’t line up with the toppo. This is when we realised we were actually at the monastery pitch. We checked the toppo now knowing where we were and realised we had enough tackle to make it to the bottom so we descended.

On reaching the bottom we had a nice spray coming off the waterfall we slid down a tight passage into a stream way and followed it down a few small, climbs and wet legs saw us at the top of the piscine pitch. I rigged this down and we had a short cave to the next pitch head pinnacle where we didn’t have the correct rope lengths to carry on. We turned and headed back out.

We reached the top of the Hampstead Heath pitch and had a study of the description to see if we could find the top of hammer which will give us the way on to centipede. We traversed over the top of Hampstead Heath where I thought it carried on due to polishing but couldn’t find my way on. We backtracked along the passage on the way out exploring any holes we missed on the way in but couldn’t find our way on.

We started our way out trying to keep our spirits high by saying we now know the way down monastery for a future exchange trip.

We need to revisit lost John and find our way on we are missing it somewhere… and take extra people to split the tackle sacks down as they got considerably heavier when they was wet.

An excellent trip nonetheless. With some unfinished business.

Cavers: George T and Jonny B
Trip report: George T

Aquamole

A quick jaunt down Aquamole by George and Jonny, after diving Joint Hole.

Cavers: George T. and Jonny B.
Photo: Jonny B.