17th - 19th March:

Cavers: Rob Peppit, Sam Glasius, Mike Peppit, Syd (Wolf) Goodier, Ed (Steddy) Sampson, David Cunningham (guest). 

Walkers: Martin Clowes, Chris Goulden, Ed March-McBain-Shawcross, Rachel (guest)

Bionic running man:  Rick Shawcross

The meet was held at the NPC hut near Clapham (the Yorkshire one). The forecast was for rain all weekend and the forecast was correct. 

On Saturday the cavers were forced to abandon plans of a Dihedral - Disappointment Pot exchange trip which was frankly disappointing and searched the rigging guide from cover to cover to find wet weather options. After lots of faffing with ropes the cavers set of for Kingsdale. After a slow walk up the hill and arguments as to where the cave actually was, Jingling Pot was eventually located. The ~40m deep pot was rigged by Mike down the gully route  which has a pleasant free hang. The party reassembled at the base of the main pitch and a second rope was passed to Steddy to rig the bottom pitch. At the base of this  the meet leader scrambled down a short pitch in the base of the rift to a dig. This was going well until he came face to face with a fat frog in a confined space. The party then began their retreat to the surface to find it was still raining. David had a temporary melt down on the re-belay, but somehow Steddy talked him round. The second objective of the day was Aquamole which is within a stones throw of Jingling Pot. A short concrete block lined shaft is entered which looks like an upside down chimney on top of a hill. The pitches quickly became wetter and wetter requiring hoods up and swift technique. A fine crawl was followed to the penultimate pitch which was descended and quickly leads to the last pitch. Here the party decided to turn back due to thoughts of beer. A swift retreat was made and a good time was had by all despite the pouring rain. Mike wore the bottom half of a wet suit in the pub as he forgot his trousers (again!). The walkers went for a walk somewhere. There was mention of Gaping Gyll, so it must have been somewhere near there. They probably went to a pub too. Rick went for a run somewhere. In the evening the main thing of note was that McBain ate an entire cheese cake with a knife and fork.

On Sunday Mike, Rob, Steddy and Syd walked up to Bar Pot with Ed and Rachel who just came for the walk after many painful hours spent writing school reports until the early hours of the morning. Here Steddy would become chief rigger despite 'not being a caver'. Bar Pot is normally dry from previous experience, but today was a bit wet. The main pitch was rigged by Steddy whilst the Wolf sat tutting and shaking his head at him and shouting things like "no, the other loop you muppet'. At the bottom of the main pitch, Flood Pot was skirted past which looked like something from the swimming bit in a Centre Parcs. The crawl/stoop to the main chamber was into a pretty stiff headwind and the waterfall in the main chamber could be heard some way off. It was worth the trip alone just to see the waterfall  which was very impressive and very loud. Hardly any daylight was reaching the main chamber. A speedy exit was made back to the surface to find the rain finally stopping just in time for the drive home. All in all a great weekend despite the rain.