Dudley members - Bartek, Graham, Jess, Keith, Loz and Paulina were involved in this film project. Not only is it being screened on Friday 22nd November at this year's Kendal Mountain Festival, it has also been selected for the International Film Competition.

The film documents Geoff's Yeadon's return to cave diving after a break of 26 years.

Geoff is a legend in British caving diving. Geoff and his diving partner Oliver “Bear” Statham are famous for undertaking a world record-breaking cave dive of 6,000 ft (1,800 m) from West Kingsdale Master Cave, in North Yorkshire to Keld Head. The dive was documented in a Yorkshire Television production called the Underground Eiger which was first broadcast on 21st February 1979 to an audience of 20 million viewers.

In 2020 Geoff was awarded the British Empire Medal for services to cave diving.

Ogof Draenen: a failed trip to the Geryon

The Dudley chose Ogof Draenen for their September trip, with Mel, Loz, George, Paulina, Bartek and Dave on the roster. The Geryon was our proposed destination, however after route-finding problems, slower than anticipated progress, and losing Bartek between Snowball Passage and the Last Sandwich, we decided we would turn back and leave it for another day.

Not to worry; we still enjoyed plenty of great caving, with the beautifully decorated midwinter chambers and the Snowball being particular highlights. Wyvern Hall was also impressive to see, and a visit there helped cement a little bit of knowledge of the long round trip.

A less delightful part of the trip was The Last Sandwich. Although it wasn't that bad at all, it was more miserable than I remember from last time. The rock seemed particularly painful on the knees, and it was hard, dry work that felt somewhat interminable. However, once we arrived in MS&D, I was buoyed by the thought that it was time to turn around and start making our way out.

As is often the case, Bartek was our photographer extraordinaire and decided that getting an interesting shot of the Snowball was necessary. To this end, the following conversation took place:

Bartek: “Dave, I need you to lie flat on those rocks over there.”

Dave: “you mean the sharp, jagged ones?”

Bartek: “yes, those are the ones.”

Dave: “why?”

Bartek: “so I can get a picture of your head on top of the snowball. You'll look like a snowman.”

Dave: “I see. Can't someone else lie on the sharp, jagged rocks?”

Bartek: “no, it has to be you.”

Dave: “why?”

Bartek: “because in Poland, a snowman is someone who's an idiot. You fit the bill perfectly.’

Dave: “ah, I see. Hang on while I get into position…”

Despite this cruel abuse, this was another thoroughly enjoyable trip. There remains much for us to explore in Ogof Draenen, and I'm sure club members can look forward to several return trips.

Trip Report: Dave
Photos: Bartek
Cavers: Bartek, Paulina, Loz, Mel, Dave, George

Yorkshire Weekend: Shuttleworth Pot & Mayday

Shuttleworth Pot: Trip Report by George Tolley

I met Dave and Anne in Ingleton and we had a quick bite to eat in Inglesport cafe. We then made our way to leck fell. Where we parked in a lay by.

We made our way across the fell in lovely weather, following a stone wall on our left, over a little mound, then you start descending the hill and the cave is across to your right.

The trip started with a short descent down the manhole into a very wet puddle. Then out into the cave where we carried on down to the bottom of pitch 1.

Then a short hands and knees crawl over loose rocks to the top of pitch 2. This pitch consisted of a few small drops then a nice final descent to the cave floor, a fixed hand line helps to pull yourself up a loose rock bank.

We de-kitted from our srt gear and followed the passage leading to another crawl, along a mud floor passing some beautiful formations, of straws and helictites. Popping out in a large chamber, winding our way through with high mud banks either side of us. We come to a fork with the left path leading up for a short way until stopping. The right path takes you past some straws and then into a very muddy passage which comes to the end of the passage.

We then turned for home and made our way back to the surface, to find the weather was still lovely so a nice stroll back to the cars.

A very good trip, thanks Dave and Anne.

Mayday: Trip Report by Dave

Our second trip in Yorkshire was to be a major step up in terms of difficulty. Roo had suggested Mayday Hole as a way to test ourselves, and particularly my rigging skills. So after the obligatory breakfast at Inglesport, we started the trudge up to the entrance, carrying some planks for a dig a little further on that Roo is involved in.

The entrance into Mayday was blummin awkward: a tight squeeze down to the first pitch head, with very little room for a tackle sack. After getting in a twist, I eventually managed it and dropped down to the start of a tightish rift (Razor Traverse). Thrutching along the rift whilst rigging was interesting but short lived, and finished with a nice y-hang that allowed quick progress down the second pitch. This was swiftly followed by the third pitch (called The Nipper) which was the tightest of the whole lot. Gravity obviously helped on the way down, but George nonetheless made the comment that perhaps Roo’s recommendation of cave reflected a certain dislike of us!

A short crawl later saw us to the top of Doughnut Pitch. Coming down this, George had an interesting fight with a tackle sack. The tether snapped, and - fortunately for my head - the bag got wedged. After retrieving it, we all grouped together at the bottom, and here Anne decided that she was too tired to go any further.

Leaving Anne to have a rest, George and I cracked on with Frank's Pitch, and then Baby and Boom pitches. These last two in particular were very fine pitches. The cave changed character and became much more spacious, and easy rigging and abseiling quickly led to the boulder choke right at the bottom of the cave. All that remained now was prussiking back up 120 metres, and the first 70 odd meters (back up Boom and Baby) were very pleasant indeed.

In fact the whole outward journey wasn’t too bad, although managing the rope to avoid it snagging took some thought. At least the outward journey wasn't too bad until we got to the Nipper. After hearing Anne grunting and struggling with this, it was my turn to face it. It was pretty hard work, with one large bulge (ahem, I'm referring to the shape of the cave, not my physique) causing particular difficulty. At this point, I decided that George was wrong: Roo didn't dislike us, he hated us! To make things even worse, the tackle bag weighed a tonne, and decided to snag and catch on everything. Nonetheless, a good struggle later, and there was only the second and first pitches to go.

These passed without too much difficulty, and the nice dribble of water down the first pitch was very refreshing. Finally, all that remained was getting out of the cave. This proved as difficult as getting in, but fortunately George helped by taking the tackle sack off me.

To sum up, Roo’s recommendation was very good and Mayday Hole definitely didn't disappoint. It was testing but great fun. Had I realised how testing, I would have chosen another cave as it was only George's second SRT trip. Nonetheless, he did a great job, meeting every obstacle head on and making them look a lot easier than me!

Daren Cilau Through Trip

A repeat of the Daren through trip was high on Anne’s to do list (or at least a visit to the Urchins was) and foolishly I agreed to go with her. The entrance series was as tortuous as ever, particularly as I was carrying a bag this time. However, by cracking on we made reasonably light work of it and the calcite squeezes weren’t nearly as bad as I remember. There was an incredibly tight squeeze towards the end of the crawl which played the xylophone on my rib cage. I was about halfway though and on the verge of becoming stuck when Anne popped her head over and asked why I had gone under rather than over? The answer being that I was so used to putting my head down and squeezing that I hadn’t looked up to see the obvious (and spacious) route over the top. Fortunately I was able to push through and squeeze out the other side, which is just as well as going back would have been very, very difficult.

Once out of the crawl we made quick progress to the first boulder choke, making a quick detour to see the dried out crystal pool towards the end of the old main chamber. This was very impressive and well worth the five minutes it took to view it.

We wriggled through the first choke out into Jigsaw Passage where nice easy caving brought us to Big Chamber Nowhere Near the Entrance. More easy caving down Epocalypse Way took us to the White Company where we stopped to get a couple of photos of these very beautiful formations. Carrying on we managed to mistake the entrance to Urchin Oxbow, do a complete 180 and end up back at the White Company! This was no hardship as they are very beautiful 😊

We did a better job second time around and clambered up the climb into Urchin Oxbow where another couple of photos were in order. Shortly thereafter the long trudge along Antler Passage started. Antler Passage is rather interminable with lots of boulder hopping and regular obstacles to climb up and through, including 4 laddered sections.

Just before one of the climbs we passed a handline coming down from Man in the Roof. This is a route I’d like to go and see at some point, however making the exit using just the handline looks like sheer lunacy. It must be 6 to 7 metres high with just a thin cleft in the face of the rock for footholds. This route may require some planning, and going with someone who has prior experience of it…

We ploughed on and eventually reached the fourth laddered climb (with a very slippery approach!) which took us up into Busman’s Holiday. Thereafter easy caving took us through Prices’ Prophecy to the exit via Cnwc. While Cnwc is tight and crawly it is nothing in comparison to the entrance series and before long we arrived at the gated exit and emerged to a beautiful sunny afternoon.

Total time was 6 hours, which isn’t bad as my first attempt took over 7 hours.

Cavers: Dave & Anne
Trip Report & Photos: Dave

Ogof Craig a Ffynnon

Having missed the Dudley’s July trip to Craig a Ffynnon I was keen to finally make it through to the elusive Helictite Passage.

Water levels were extremely low; the first choke was dry and Gasoline Alley a mere puddle. But the second choke was as muddy as ever, and a very slippery corkscrew climb had to be squirmed up with great difficulty. This was by far the most arduous part of the route in, but a delight to slide down on the way out!

The entrance to Travertine Passage provided a few more specimens of mud (who but cavers truly appreciate the wide variations in mud?) with the treacherous welly-eating squelchy mud, fun mud-slide mud and just enough caked on mud to make boulder hopping a precarious pursuit. Travertine Passage and the Hall of the Mountain King were as stunning as ever, but we pressed on into Hurricane Highway (initially a slippery mud but increasingly more Velcro mud), and were back at the fourth choke where the navigation had defeated us on our first trip. The way on was embarrassingly obvious when you know where…

Then finally, into Helictite Passage! It was certainly worth the mud, the squirming and the squeezing. A stunning array of formations. I particularly appreciated the pom-pom. Definitely a must see for any calcite enthusiasts out there. 😊

On the way back we made use of the low water to wade through to visit the crocodile in North Western Inlet. He was cheerful as ever, welcoming unwary cavers in with gently smiling jaws. Needless to say we backed off hastily.

Back at the car park, we had the usual conversation with a passing motorist who couldn’t understand why anyone would choose to go caving. I’m sure if more people were introduced to the joys of calcite, and mud, mud, glorious mud, it would all make much more sense!

Trip Report: Anne
Photos: Dave

Peak Cavern: White River Series - Attempted

Today's trip was meant to be to the White River Series. On the roster were Mark, Jess, Mel, Johnny and Dave and after setting off we soon find ourselves deep in the bowels of the Devil's Arse. Jess chose to emphasise each hop, skip and jump between boulders in the Upper Gallery with a dainty “ooh”, which added some amusement, as I had visions of her dancing between the boulders like a ballerina. Before long, we were into the trenches which were thick with mud and very slippy. Here Jess’ dainty “oohs” were replaced with a less dainty “phwurgh” (you're not meant to drink the mud, Jess!) before we squeezed through a constriction to arrive at the start of Colostomy Crawl.

While this by no means lived up to the “colostomy” part of its name, it certainly lived up to the “crawl” part! Here bags that were being dragged got stuck in various rocks and in various crevices, and it was with great relief that we arrived at the fixed ladders leading down Egnaro Aven. Having all arrived at the Lower Bung streamway, we made quick progress via the bypass to the start of the White River Series.

First up the initial pitch was Mark, followed by Mel and then Jess, while Jonny and myself waited at the bottom. After a while, we saw people coming down again; unfortunately Mel's mind had decided (not unreasonably!) that dangling from a piece of string, over a huge void, several hundred metres underground was not a particularly sensible thing to do. This was a good thing in the end. While we may not have seen the White River Series, we did manage to be out of the cave in time by turning back, and this definitely wouldn't have happened had we pushed on.

However, we now had the delights of Colostomy Crawl to repeat! Fortunately, it was much easier in reverse as it sloped downhill, making dragging the bags much easier. Before long we were through the Trenches, Upper Gallery, Mucky Ducks and the Wallows, and back at Buxton Water Sump. Here the obligatory wash and scrub down saw us fit to exit the cave, and a quick trudge back to the TSG led to showers and then a pub meal. Both of these were a welcome end to a muddy, tiring trip, but one that was well worth it nonetheless!

Cavers: Mark, Jess, Mel, Johnny, & Dave
Trip Report: Dave

In Search of the Dragon

Our grandchildren (Ian and Keith that is) like caving. However, it's getting increasingly difficult to find new places to take them. They are now getting quite experienced so we need trips that will challenge them but don't involve anything too hazardous. We have done Goatchurch, Eglwys Faen, OFD (to the Trident and Judge) and Aggy. Ian suggested Ogof Craig A Ffynnon but I thought the pitch could over face them so I suggested we tackle North West Inlet.

Now those of you who have done this trip will know that the water is numbingly cold and one is in the water for quite some time, so we made sure everyone was wearing a wetsuit. To tempt our young explorers through this moist passage, I told them that the cave was home to a rare breed a caving-dwelling dragon.

This short film tells the story of the trip.