Saturday, 30 April 2016

29th April 2016. Back underground again

Memories bring back a yearning for the old days.  After working a 39 hour week (yes actually working!) my mind automatically fell back nearly 10 years to the fact that it was Friday and the end of the working week.  The start of the weekend must be celebrated with a caving trip!  Problem was, unlike 10 years ago, the enthusiasm of the team for trips underground was severely diminished and the reply to a text to the one remaining keen member of the TNC showed that numbers were reduced to one.  So, what to do?  A trip underground was necessary to finish the week, but the weather forecast was not so good and solo caving meant it had to be a manageable and safe option.




A couple of months ago a new camera had been acquired (Oympus Tough) that is waterproof to 15m, shock resistant from 7m and 18mp.  Great results had been gained from sea-kayaking trips (see last blog) but the camera had yet to be tested underground so the idea formed of doing a straight forward trip to test the features of the camera. So off i went to explore Great Douk above Ingleton.


On arrival, the weather to the south looked heavy, while to the north it was sunny!  Not the heavy, wintery showers forecast at all.  Ingleborough looked sublime in its snowy covering and heavy clouds above, lit up by the sunshine.


Walking across the moor to Great Douk entrance the sunshine got sunnier but the air temperature remained at about 3 degrees C!


Climbing into the entrance by the waterfall.  The camera's 12 second timer gives you plenty of time to set up the shot


Being waterproof give you other options of where to place the camera on its mini tripod.  in this case in the stream above the waterfall.



The flash illuminates the scene well, once I had realised that the camera had to focus before setting off the timer.


This shot was taken from in the stream



A great facility that we are sure to use loads is called 'Live Composite'.  Images are combined by the camera 'live' so you can watch the picture build up on the screen as you wave the light over the scene.  This allows darker areas to be filled in.  this photo of the stream passage was taken entirely using the helmet light.


The passage goes from walking size to flat out crawling in water quite quickly.  The water was freezing!  This photo illustrates one of the slight problems with using the camera solo.  t
getting it to focus on the subject in the dark!  



 After crawling through the hole in the roof that leads to the exit I popped out into the sunshine but it was freezing cold!   A quick walk back to the car warmed me up a bit and the weather hadn't been anywhere as bad as forecast.   The real fire and pint of Black Sheep in the Hill Inn soon had me warming up while i looked at the photos I had taken.

So opinions about the camera?   The photos that worked are great, clear and sharp with good colour saturation, but the flash doesn't always fire if the camera has not focused on the subject first.  Maybe with two people it would be easier to illuminate the subject before pressing the shutter.  The live composition works well but needs a mini tripod and the illumination needs to be from behind the camera to be able to see the image building up.  more practice will improve technique.  The ruggedness of the camera is great and being able to put it in water is a bonus.  i am not sure how long the pretty red casing will last as it is scratched after the one trip (you can see the scratch on the right side of the first photo) but the case is certainly strong.  As with all cameras underground a problem was water on the lens and despite carrying a microfibre cloth it was hard to keep the lens clean.  Overall, however, its a great little camera.

Friday, 1 April 2016

29th-31st March 2016 - Raasay and Rona circumnavigation


As the days went by, a forecast three day weather window seemed to be holding fast and so we made plans to head north to try to circumnavigate the islands of Raasay and Rona off the East coast of Skye.

Monday morning saw me loading my kayak before heading shopping, ably assisted by my eldest.  Provisions for five days acquired, we picked up the rest of the family and headed to Dick's.

Having swapped over my roof-rack and boat to Dick's van we said our goodbyes and headed for the M6. Unlike recent journeys, the motorway was mercifully clear and we were soon crossing the border. A brief stop in Fort Bill afforded me the opportunity to feast on one of my favourite traditional Scottish dishes, a king rib supper with curry sauce. I'm presuming the reason you don't see this on every episode of Masterchef is that it would be regarded as unsporting. 

The hills of Kintail, Eilean Donan castle and the Skye bridge were passed and we were soon pulling into the car park for the Raasay ferry at Sconser. Huge thanks to Dick for a superb stint at the wheel. 

Unlike when it's due to pressures of work, there's something great about not being able to get to sleep with excitement, just like on Christmas Eve as a kid. How would the morning dawn?

The journey begins 
With hardly a cloud in the sky and in the shadow of snow capped hills, we quickly packed the boats at a superbly sited slipway and at 9:33 began the crossing to Raasay on a glassy sea.

Crossing to Raasay 

Looking back to Skye

Fish garden ornament 
Arriving at the Raasay coast we passed a fantastic Grand Designs house, complete with great garden ornamentation.  We were also joined by the first otter of our trip, swimming nonchalantly in front of us, only occasionally checking over his/her (my otter sexing isn't great) shoulder to check where we were.

Selfie with the highest point of Rasaay behind
After a brief stop for first lunch and rearrangement of clothing, we carried on North, passing impressive cliff scenery and a waterfall that wouldn't have looked out of place in a Jurassic Park film.

Tropical!? waterfall 

Bit of a doer upper - Brochil castle
For our second lunch we landed at Brochil to admire what must have once been an impressive fortress. Returning to the beach we were hit by a brief but heavy squall that whipped up the waves instantly and made launching look like a daunting prospect. As quickly as it had arrived though it passed and we once again launched onto a benign sea.

End of day one, North Rasaay 
All too soon navigational marks denoting the entrance to Caol Rona appeared and we escorted to our landing spot for the night by seals from the resident colony.  While the camping spot just above our landing point looked superb, a short walk brought us to an even more inviting bothy.  Having ferried our belongings from the beach, we set out on a short walk to the hillock above the bothy.  The sweeping vista reached from Applecross, past the Torridon hills, shrouded in cloud, over to the Isles of Harris and Lewis in the far distance and finished with the Game of Thrones like coast line of Skye.

Looking over to Rona from above the bothy 


Stunning bothy
After tea we once again headed up the hill and on returning I thought Dick had succomed to cabin fever, as he seemed to be talking to himself.  The reality was that another sea kayaker, a day ahead of us on the circumnavigation had returned to the bothy having paddled round Rona that day.

Start of day 2 with James our bothy buddy
Waking up to another sunny day in paradise we set off across the short Caol to Rona and got our otter quota for the day in early, surprising two very furry sunbathers, drying themselves on the rocks. Having seen eagles circling high above on day one, we were treated today to seeing two perched on the skyline of the ridge above us. Given they were still a good distance away, they must have been huge as even at this range they loomed large.

Winding between islets on the NE coast of Rona 
Threading our way between islets and ever more aware of the NATO base at the North of the island, we popped out of a narrow gap and into our first ocean swell of the trip. Conditions though we're probably perfect for rounding the headland, with virtually no wind but still with the excitement of the swell crashing onto the many skerries.

Our most northerly point, rounding the top of Rona 
With a following sea, we pointed the bows of our kayaks southward for the first time on the trip and began to fly down the East coast. Realising we hadn't stopped yet, we sought shelter in a little inlet for lunch and for Dick to catch up with a bit of work.

Lunch stop on Rona

Dick catches up with a bit of work from a stunning office
The 1 o'clock weather forecast caught us a little off guard. We knew bad weather was on it's way, but it was now forecast to arrive earlier. Rather than a short day, with another night in the bothy, we now felt we needed to get as far South as possible, neither of us fancying paddling against the predicted force 5-7 winds.

We surprised even ourselves with the speed with which we returned to Caol Rona, my navigation being well and truly caught out. Fortunately we recognised local landmarks and we're soon safely at our beach. The tide though was on the ebb and so we paddled a few hundred metres further through a tiny, drying gap separating two islands. While this meant a slightly longer carry with our gear and a more exciting launch from what would become a rock platform a few feet above the sea, it would save us a few kilometres of paddling and we needed to do anything that would hasten our southerly journey.

Rocky landing 
We quickly packed and felt pleased with ourselves when on returning to our boats, the channel behind them had now dried. Once we realised we would need a line on the boats to hold on to them after we had lowered them into the sea, the launch went without incident and with a now larger following sea, we made for another short cut between islands.

Only an hour before low tide, a narrow, dry causeway lay between us and the continuation of the channel, but the inconvenience of a short portage was more than made up for in terms of the time saved.

The freshening northerly brought short, sharp squalls and steepening seas, but it also kept our speed up. We kept glancing enviously at the coastline to our left, vowing to return to explore it properly in the future.

Somewhere under the rainbow...

Brief squall

The sun setting at the end of day 2
The sea began to ease as the ferry port came into view and after a nearly ten hour day in the boats we slid thankfully onto a beach in the harbour.  With Dick in charge of shelter and myself tasked with food, we were soon sat in the warmth of our tent, hunger satisfied and thirst quenched. Hatches battened down, I slept fitfully, awaiting the coming storm.
Not the prettiest of campsites - but very welcome 
The following morning dawned crisp and bright with not a ripple in the harbour. Leaving the shelter of the tent to use the superb facilities at the ferry port gave us a view back across to Sconser and the barely rippling sound between. We were still ahead of the coming storm.

Storm clouds gathering!?
Aware of the speed with which the weather can change, we decided we would still head straight back to Sconser and we enjoyed the short, hour long crossing, drenched in sun.

Returning to Sconser 


Journey's end

Closing the gate to the wilderness 

This is a fantastic trip and it deserves much more time than we were able to devote to it. I'm sure we'll be back. Fortunately the predicted storm arrived much later and we were treated to a stunning drive home, flanked with snow capped hills.

Massive thanks to Dick for doing all the driving and for sharing the adventure and to Emma and Sharon for keeping the lads entertained while I was away.

Thursday, 25 February 2016

17th February 2016 - Fish and chip run


Sunset over Windermere

The forecast was for heavy rain, but with an offer of childcare for the day, we had to make the most of the day and so set off for northern Windermere to practice a few skills.  As we drove though, the day just didn't seem as bad as we were expecting, so a quick change of plan saw us heading for Fell foot at the south end of the lake.

The aroma of vinegared chips hung on the gentle northern breeze, so we set off to find the source (sauce?).

A stretch of legs at a beach just past the ferry allowed time for a sandwich to fuel the crossing of the top part of the lake to Waterhead.  The water was becoming ever smoother, disturbed only by the wake of the occasional passing tour boat and the views too became more breath taking as whispy cloud played round the summits of the snow capped peaks.

Due to the flood repair works, it was quite quiet at Waterhead and we were able to haul out onto the beach next to the ferries, just a short walk from the fish and chip shop.  Cooked fresh to order, they were fantastic and we were soon surrounded by a huge range of bird life all wanting their share.

Rather than heading straight back down the lake, we first went to have a look at the Brathay harbour, Dick having worked there in the early 1970s.  He was pleased to see them setting up a zip wire across the harbour mouth, the original pegs for which (no longer used, but still there!), he'd helped to put in 40 or so years ago.

It was then down to see the Wray Castle boat house, another centre he'd worked in, before heading south once more.  Looking over our shoulders the light on the snow dusted hills was incredible and we were soon to become enveloped in a fantastic sunset, the light reflecting on the oily looking water.

The moon gave sufficient light to help the loading process back at Fell foot, the end of a superb day out.  Huge thanks to Sharon for looking after the kids for the day.

14th February 2016 - Paddling with seals


Dick with his new paddles

With a very low tide predicted courtesy of big springs, we decided to make the most of the settled conditions to have another look at the low lying island of St Helena off Roa island near Barrow.

It was a stunning early morning drive along the A590, the snow capped hills being picked out by the rising sun. The sea too was in perfect condition with just a light northerly blowing down the channel separating us from Piel island.

We were soon heading south down the channel, aided by both the breeze and the last of the ebb.



Passing Piel island with its fantastic castle

Initially looking like large boulders on the beach, the seal colony on South Walney soon came into view, the seals making the most of the warming sun.


The seal colony on South Walney


Looking back at the seals and Piel Castle

As we headed towards the thousands of sea birds feasting on the star fish and other delights uncovered by the receding tide, a couple of seals stayed with us until the water became to shallow.

With the turn of the tide it was time to retrace our steps and head back into the channel. With wind now against tide, the water kicked up surprisingly each time we found ourselves in the main flow.


Heading towards the southern tip of Walney

Arriving back at the slipway by the life boat station it was getting busy with a group of Cumbria Canoeists about to take to the water.   Thanks to them and the BCU for the sandwiches!

12th February 2016 - Back to Boxhead


Dick rigging the main pitch


Returning up from the bottom of Lost Pot


Journey to the source of the blue pipes


The joys of epiglottis passage

Friday, 5 February 2016

29th January 2016 - Discretion is the better part of Valhalla...

Having gathered together pretty much every rope and maillon we own to get us to the bottom of Lost Johns, there was absolutely no way I could manage a camera too, so sorry no pictures.

Heavily laden we soon realised it's been a while since we'd visited Lost Johns as we found ourselves walking through the wrong gate. We jumped back in the van and a few minutes later were in the right field, climbing down into the streamway.

Dick's recollection of the system soon came back and as I sploshed around in the stream, he moved swiftly along a higher traverse line.  With each passing pitch the load of tackle bags decreased till at the start of the Battleaxe traverse we were down to our final one.

At the end of the traverse we looked down into the gloom of Valhalla and listened to the crashing water. Our warm dry perch suddenly seemed very cosy and it didn't take much to convince Dick that this should be our turn around point.

While I'm pretty sure that I don't have many things in common with Madonna, enjoying a decent pint of Timmy Taylor's is one of them. Not sure if she ever drinks in the Snooty Fox though.

8th January 2016 - BPOTW

With not having been caving in a while, we decided a trip into Bull Pot of the Witches would help us brush up on our SRT skills without having to walk too far.

After descending the entrance pitches we took a little while to look at the waterfall coming down from the open pot before heading back underground.


With having left the maillons in the van, we fortunately found a maillons hanging on each of the initial bolts. When these ran out, scavenging every krab we had on tackle bags and our harnesses finally saw us reach the bottom of the pitches.  The streaming below looked wet, even for a streamway, so after a look in the Long Gallery, we returned back to the open pot.



We then planned to have a look at the Gour chamber, but could we find the way!?  We did notice a hand line though disappearing into the top of the chamber and once again we found ourselves in passageway we'd never visited, BPOTW never fails to surprise.

The Inn at Barbon never fails to provide a great welcome and a warm fire either.