12th March 2025 - Definitely not boring

It's been a gorgeous few days with hardly any rain but someone had dumped a year 10 parents' evening on our usual caving night. While Tony already had other plans (and had already been doing a bit of sneaky caving on the side!), fortunately Mike was free for a Wednesday evening trip.

Last week's trip had inspired a Spiral Stairs conversation so, with low water levels, we decided on a Borehole trip with an exit via the Wetched Wabbit "short cut".

Wednesday night is definitely not caving night in Ease gill. Bull Pot farm looked deserted and there wasn't a parked car to be seen. It was therefore just the two of us that enjoyed the sunny wander across the moor to the valley. I'm sure the entrance to the Borehole has changed, I was looking for a slightly undercut crag, but Mike spotted a beautifully crafted drystone wall with a little door in it that was indeed our entrance.

While I struggled posting myself through the door I loved the following climbs and passage. Beautifully clean washed streamway with entertaining drops and the clearest water I've seen in a while. At times it was like being on a safari, small shrimp swam in the gin clear water, pond skaters skimmed across its surface and droplet covered gossamer threads hung from the ceiling.

Mike getting his knee pads on at the entrance to the Borehole

The Borehole passage has a feel of being less well travelled than other parts of Ease gill and has sections of pretty and unusual formations such as sections of anastamosic roof. No I didn't have a clue either! Look it up - there are some very pretty pictures not just of cave formations but of biological and river systems too.

There are some pretty formations

The passageway had felt very horizontal, at times to the point of making "downstream" difficult to discern. A step up from the winding rift soon saw us staring down a 15 m pitch. There was plenty of room to put on our SRT kit and a single exhibit museum. A slightly hairy slither led back down past a bar to a position from which I could rig the rope from 2 bolts.

Litter or relic?

It's not huge but it's a definitely well proportioned pitch that lands in a pool from where it's suggested to pull the ropes before free climbing down the last couple of metres.

The Borehole only has one pitch, but it's a quality one

More great passage follows before a real change in character occurs at Mottershead's chamber where things get distinctly more Ease gillesque. From this point the navigation also becomes a wee bit trickier but as ever armed with a Braemoor description (here), you know you can't go to far wrong.

Popping out close to the Green and Smelly choke we wanted to make sure we could slot in our current position with where we'd been last week so dropped down into the snaking streamway which soon brought us to a junction with T piece passage and well known ground.

Despite having SRT gear with us we opted for the free climbable route into Spiral Stairs via a pile of perfectly stacked rocks. At the only junction we turned left where straight on would have lead us back to the roped climb alternative to getting into the passage and began swiftly snaking our way towards the connection with Wretched Rabbit. Once again the dry stone waller's art was on display as we popped through the hole into more frequented passage and the classic climbs back up to the expertly sculptured new entrance. 

This is a cracking little trip which really does have a little bit of everything except anything unpleasant. Being short it also allows plenty of time in the pub afterwards to ponder its delights.

6th March 2025 - We like pull throughs

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.

21st October 2021 - Pool sink to County

 tony mike

26th November 2010 - Pool Sink

In the bacon slicer

With poor Tom unable to join us having fallen off his bike earlier in the week and Phil and John otherwise committed, it was a slightly reduced team that set off onto the moors from Bull Pot farm.
With temperatures in the last couple of days having fallen well below freezing we followed a ribbon of ice over to a very dry Easegill, Pool Sink seemingly a misnomer under these conditions.
Entering the cave was like stepping off a plane in Southern Spain having boarded it in England, the exertions that followed adding to the rise in temperature too.
Once through the entrance S bends, the sink opens up into a fabulous meandering passageway before the first pitch is encountered. Given the complete lack of water, the initial Y-hang gave us the desired free hang with no need to deviate and use up one of our precious krabs. Gearing up at the car we had realised that most of the maillons must be with Tom, but by cobbling together all the krabs taken off bags and found in the car boot, we hoped we had just enough.
While the way on lay down stream, we deviated up stream to have a look for Magpie Grotto. It felt like we were very close to the surface again when we stopped in a small chamber, presumably the Grotto, decorated with stal but with boulders and a large of amount of mud spilling into it.

Dick in Magpie Grotto

On again downstream before a traverse over a couple of deep holes led us to the second pitch, split by a small pool.

Rigging the second pitch

To gain the third and final pitch we needed to make a rising traverse up "Jacob's ladder". A brilliant final pitch in this classic Ease gill entrance.

Heading up Jacob's Ladder

Following the water down from the base of the pitch we were soon in familiar territory, the unforgetable "blades" of the bacon slicer cutting into the passageway. Mindful of the return journey through the entrance passage with our tackle bags, we set off back up our ropes towards a stunning star filled sky and the sofas in front of the fire at the Barbon Inn.
John you'd have loved the last bit.