Just starting the descent of the daylight pitch.
A bit further down.
Dave gets to the bottom of the first pitch.
Then a section of easy crawling.
After another two pitches, named 'sneaky' and 'the crap trap' and a fair bit of wriggling, swearing and getting stuck we reach the Easegill main drain. It is somewhat sobering to see where the waterlevel was yesterday.
Foam was all over the place, sometimes twenty feet above our heads and a good reminder of the power of water. I wouldn't want to be here in the wet. We went for a short stroll down the stream to the sump and a brief forray into waterfall passage. The noise of falling water in the confined made conversation impossible. Eventually it was time to make our escape back the way we went in.
Here's Dave emerging, hot and bothered from the top of Sneaky pitch.
Me in the crawly bit.
Approaching the deceptively awkward wriggle before the final pitch.
Having not been caving for so long, I felt like I had used every muscle in my body. The final pitch out was easy and we were soon walking back to the car in the dark. Great to have an activity not dependant on daylight.
Now I've just got a load of muddy ropes and kit to wash. I think salty sea gear is preferable to mud!