With Tony stateside it was just Mike and I that left the van and headed past Bull Pot farm towards the moors. The washing facilities at the stream were being put to good use by a couple of diggers, chuffed with having moved a boulder during the day's session. I'm pretty sure though that there was a glint of jealousy in their eyes when they heard how we were planning on spending our evening.
The bends at the start of the Pool Sink passage were soon negotiated and entry to the more spacious passage beyond gained.
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