It's a winch meet weekend and it means nothing else that most of the entrancies to Gaping Gill are rigged and waiting for the cavers. Sadly, the weather is pretty miserable and the weather forecast is not very optimistic. Three members of Black Rose and I take a descision in Inglesport to do something else. Black Rose troopers have some non-finished issues with Boggarts Roaring holes, so their suggestion is unanimous and I'm happy as well. I've never been there and the cave is one of the famous fifthy harder Yorkshire trips. Let's do it!
Changing of clothes at the car is not very pleasant and I'm wet already before going to the cave. It's a 'good' sign. We pack ropes to three tacklebags and set off towards the cave. The hills are covered by misterious fogs which makes the navigation to the cave quite difficult. Alex's work with compas is precise so in less than half an hour we are at the entrance under supervision of curious sheep. The access to the first pitch is due to a prickly bush a bit painful. Alex starts rigging and all of us one by one disapper in the cave, I'm the last one. The entrance is a bit wet and after landing on the floor the pich continues in various directions and body positions. The Bone pitch still holds justly its name. First more serious problems come at Lost Persons pitch. I think that it must be a horrible place for rigging, I'm struggeling even without that. This is followed by a longer flat crawl, which is not actually too bad. Another tricky situation at the head of the pitch and we meet on the bottom of Blind Man's Bluff pitch. Suddenly a clinking noise appears followed by swearing Alex. He dropped his descender! I have no idea how and if it is actually possible on the way down, but here we go. The descender is somewhere on the bottom of the following pitch. To reach Alex's position we have to pass a squezze which emerges just above the pitch head. Most of us without a SRT gear on. I don't like it but it's possible.
Alex continues rigging with Daniel's descender and brings it back once he found his descender. Dan is struggeling to pass this squeeze and decided to turn around. However, I can clearly see that he is able to do this so I try to convince him and he gives it another try. I see that it's purely psychological and I feel very pleased and happy once he is with me on the other side of the squeeze. All of us are on the way to the bottom. The Frank's pitch has an another horrible head. I manage to fit in but once I start abseiling my helmet gets stuck in a narrow passage. What a horrible situation. You cannot go down, not back. Fortunately it's Dan's turn and he helps me to get it out. Soon we are all on the bottom of the cave which is actually quite a 'cozy' and dry place.
I start prusikking as a first and start fifgting with many horrible situations on the way back to the surface. Guys are derigging whereas I'm enjoying only one tacklebag with me. The way up requires a lot of patience, cursing and body stretching. Alex, to finish off his day, manages to smash his watch... It's not raining when we get out, but the weather is still foggy and a bit windy.
I'm glad that guys gave me an opportunity to do this trip but I think that one trip per life is enough

I actually wonder why it's called a cave, it's rather a blasted hole...
Party: Alex R, Dan J., Don (Black Rose), Ales H
Trip time: 6 hrs