Aygill Caverns, Yorkshire

Today we planned on a trip into Aygill Caverns. I thought I remembered a trip there many years ago with the Saint Albans Caving Club but later on after reaching the entrance I realised I had remembered incorrectly and I hadn't been there before. Anyway, Pete, Dave, Phil, Keith, Karen and I arrived at Bull Pot Farm to get changed into caving gear while Boyd planned to accompany us to the entrance and then go for a short walk. We walked the short distance to the cave entrance - unusual for the Yorkshire Dales, and arrived at the smallish hole beneath a small crag next to the small beck flowing past. There was a bit of a barrier made from rocks which appeared to divert some of the water from the entrance in high water conditions. I dropped the tackle bag I had been carrying and after Boyd and Dave had taken some photos of us standing by the entrance, Pete and Phil clambered down the short climb into the small chamber below. Keith had injured the end of one of his fingers while moving a rock in Water Icicle Cavern back in Derbyshire last weekend and with the nail coming off and the finger tip swollen and painful, he decided not to go underground and give it a chance to heal. SO we said good bye and Karen dropped down the entrance next only to find that her Stenlight wouldn't work! She handed her helmet to me and since Dave also had a Stenlight, we plugged Karen's light into Dave's battery and it worked fine, so Karen's battery must have been flat.
Karen decided rather than totally abort the trip, she would go at least as far as the first pitch using her back-up light attached to her helmet. So we let Dave overtake us and then followed him inwards. After the small entrance chamber, the cave continued as a low crawl and after a junction and a short climb, we reached one of those annoying sections of passage which is too narrow at the bottom so you have to traverse along in a wider section, still not very wide, and not very tall either, using slippery footholds and bracing yourself with your arms and shoulders and hips. After a short bit of this, I decided to give up as we were only planning to go a short way due to Karen's light problems and as I didn't wan to wrench my shoulder, just in case anyway, we decided to turn around and exit. We were soon back on the surface after spending an even shorter time underground than yesterday! As we told Dave that we were heading out we heard Pete's voice saying "Paul's not allowed to have more cake as h hasn't done enough!".
We were heading for County Clare in a fortnight and as Keith was arriving a week later by flying to Shannon, we agreed to take his caving gear and had arranged for him to stick his tackle bag full of gear under Karen's car after he head headed back earlier. When we returned to where the cars were parked, we found Keith still there waiting in his car. He realised that his bag was too big to hide underneath Karen's car and not wanting to leave it somewhere else in an also inconspicuous place in case we didn't see it and assume it had been taken, he decided to wait until Boyd had returned from his short walk and ask him to look after it and then pass it onto us later.
Soon after we had changed form caving gear, Boyd arrived and we all decided on another trip to Bernies before heading for home despite the next day being Spring Bank Holiday as Karen and I had already planned to do this as my car was off the road and I planned to go to work on the Bank Holiday and take the next day off instead, while all the others were also going home for one reason or another - plus the weather forecast for the next day was quite bad,