Day Trip: Peak Cavern by Caleb
29/09/18
I had never intended to go caving, but nonetheless, on one otherwise - pleasant day in September, that's exactly what I found myself doing. Having signed away our souls and £20 to the Speleology Society, my fellow "Freshers" and I (we do have names) had little choice but to go along with whatever the club had planned for us. Since Todd was in charge, and having heard a rather worrying tale about him, I viewed this with some trepidation.
The trip was much more enjoyable than expected. It began with a slide, which I probably enjoyed more than an adult should, and we then proceeded to a rather roomy, if a little wet, cave. The bodies of water through which we waded resulted in some cold feet (get in?) and not everybody wanted to swim when the water got a little deeper. Now quite wet despite the oversuits, we should all have been miserable, but it seemed only to add to the experience.
Squeezing was initially limited to a narrow crack in the floor which allowed us to view a hidden pool, but later we crawled (and wriggled, in places) a fair distance in some rather muddy tunnels. This was probably the high point of the trip for me, although the hot soup lovingly prepared by Alex's fair hand came a close second.
Overall, I would certainly recommend caving to anybody who isn't claustrophobic, or bothered by mud, or water, or the cold, or ABBA.
I had never intended to go caving, but nonetheless, on one otherwise - pleasant day in September, that's exactly what I found myself doing. Having signed away our souls and £20 to the Speleology Society, my fellow "Freshers" and I (we do have names) had little choice but to go along with whatever the club had planned for us. Since Todd was in charge, and having heard a rather worrying tale about him, I viewed this with some trepidation.
The trip was much more enjoyable than expected. It began with a slide, which I probably enjoyed more than an adult should, and we then proceeded to a rather roomy, if a little wet, cave. The bodies of water through which we waded resulted in some cold feet (get in?) and not everybody wanted to swim when the water got a little deeper. Now quite wet despite the oversuits, we should all have been miserable, but it seemed only to add to the experience.
Squeezing was initially limited to a narrow crack in the floor which allowed us to view a hidden pool, but later we crawled (and wriggled, in places) a fair distance in some rather muddy tunnels. This was probably the high point of the trip for me, although the hot soup lovingly prepared by Alex's fair hand came a close second.
Overall, I would certainly recommend caving to anybody who isn't claustrophobic, or bothered by mud, or water, or the cold, or ABBA.
- Caleb
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