It's a lovely Friday evening and while I'm arriving on bike from Giggleswick, Richard is already standing outside the School and preparing ropes. After a quick 'Hi' & 'Hi' I go immediately to the ropes and check the label on its end: 92m. It's clear that the program for this evening cannot be anything else than the famous Nick Pot.
I was always fascinated that not so many YSS members have been there. Even that it has/had a reputation to be the biggest underground pitch in the UK. We set off from the School at about 7pm and we go stright to the farm to ask farmer about leaving our car there. We get quickly changed and start heading towards the entrance. This is probably the most complicated part of the trip. We walk across the fields, climb over some walls until we hit the path going up to Inglebrough. It's still quite along way and also the entrance finding is not very straightforward. At the end one entrance corresponds to the description and we can also easily identify the Vulcan entrance (which looks a bit dodgy to me). After a short sidecrawl Rich riggs the first pitch which can be easily descended down to a bigger chamber from which we follow a small stream towards the HUGE shaft. Richard riggs and follows an interesting and very exposed crawl around the shaft until the head of the pitch. Rigging is quite clear: head of the first pitch, 5 meters down a free-hanging rebelay and about 50 meters down another rebelay for the remaining 25 meters. I'm following Richard and after a few minutes I happily touch the bottom. Quick look to a tiny sump and I can set off as the first one. When I reach the first rebalay (5 meters below the head of the pitch), I hook myself up and watch Richard prusiking on the rope. It's an absolutely fantastic spectacle. I think that Robbie Shone could get a nice picture here. I really love this shaft and despite the long walk, I don't mind to come again! After derigging the big pitch Richard gives me the gigantic tacklebag, which I push back around the shaft on that interesting crawl. Prusiking the last pitch with this tackle-bag monster is quite exhausting.
Outside is a deep night. I feel like on a remote place: no lights, no villages around...just nature surrounding us. The walk back to the car is much better than before, however, still not very straightforward. Quick change, parking at the school and it's a beer time...just about midnight!
Party: Richard Rae, Ales Hrabec
Trip time: God knows (from car to car 3:30?)
sorry I missed it 
Are you planning to set up slave flashes and all that gubbins?