Again the day started
with breakfast at Bernies. Today was forecasted as possible showers
of light drizzle and as we wanted a relatively short trip, it was
suggested to visit Bull Pot in Kingsdale.
We said “goodbye”
to Mark who had to head for home leaving Mike, Keith, Karen and
myself to first have breakfast (at Bernies, surprise, surprise) then
head for Kingsdale.
As we were changing in
a layby in Kingsdale a van with a couple of cavers stopped and asked
if we were planning on Bull Pot – it turned out that they were as
well.
Anyway, the other pair
had changed first and were heading up the valley side towards the
cave as we followed a little while later. Again, Keith was on rigging
duty as we followed behind the other pair down Bull Pot.
The usual entrance
pitch using the in-situ P bolts was already rigged by the first pair
and I suggested to Keith to try using the alternative two Petzl
stainless steel resin bolts in the large boulder above the open pot
as these seemed to give a clear hang to the bottom without the need
for a deviation like the P bolt route. There was a convenient extra P
bolt to act a s back up and this alternative rig seemed better than
the other.
The other pair had
begun the approach to the second pitch using the traverse approach
which presumably is there for wetter conditions and Keith followed
their example. Again, in case I damaged my shoulder I decided to walk
along the floor a short way down and then as I was able to climb up
just before the pitch and clip my long cowstail into the rope, I was
able to safely approach the Y-hang without using the traverse.
I dropped down last
once Mike had shouted “Rope free” and then followed down the Slot
alternative third pitch to the chamber below.
The approach to the
fourth pitch is via a traverse which is a bit constricted and awkward
(well it is for someone of my size!) so I decided to just pack it in
there and wait while the others continued as there was just one more
nearby pitch to the final sump and end of the cave.
The other pair were
now on their way out an Karen told them I was waiting at the top of
the fourth pitch so they could continue on their way out. Soon the
first caver was up and groaning as he made his way off the top of the
pitch and along the traverse saying “I hate this bit, it's always
hard!”. Then once they had de-rigged the pitch and continued to the
nearby chamber below the third pitch I heard “I hate this bit!”
It makes you wonder
why he bothered!
Anyway, I waited for a
while and soon heard the others returning. Mike was up first with a
tackle bag holding the rope for the final pitch (plus originally the
rope for the entrance pitch) so I took this off him and started
making by way back up the pitches.
I was soon on the
surface at around 13:00 and within half an hour, joined by the other
three.
In order to beat the
Bank Holiday Monday traffic, we all went straight home afterwards –
although Karen and I stopped off at Greenclose on the way to collect
our gear and then return the key to the New Inn and collect the £10
deposit.