A few weeks ago I went to Nick Pot from the school house passing through Horton in Ribblesdale station, 17 times winner of Britain's Best Kept Railway Station.
I got up the Sulber-Nick fault path happily enough but that was a single pitch trip in a cave with many more meters to rope and so a revisit was planned for this weekend.
A delayed train from York meant I didn't have as much time as I expected to get across Leeds station and I arrived on platform 5 to see the Carlisle bound train getting smaller, so a long wait in the waiting room awaited me but after getting changed and repacking my stuff I was zooming along passing West Yorkshire finery including the 1770s Bingley Three Rise staircase lock on the Leeds Liverpool canal wonderful.
After muddying the train getting my srt harness on, I was wished well by the train guard, Glenda, one of three Northern Rail guards to tell me caving is one thing they would never do, and I hopped out omto the platform, though in true carry on fashion I got wedged in the door by the bags, slightly red faced I set off up the path by the end of the platform and passed many walkers heading the other way.
On my first visit to Nick Pot I went through Horton as the sun was rising, today though it was the flipside, the red tinged sunlight lengthening the shadows and slowly leaving me in the dark. I expected it to ne freezing cold, and Im sure it was but I was baking hot, glad to chat to a walker who having caved in the Mendips and South Wales was interested in caving again, lanky skinny guy so I pointed out the awesomeness of the yss and carried on.
The cave was still in the same place as last time and this time I knew which hole to try first, and despite being concerned my 24m rope would be insufficient, I only had to tie on one piece of rope to get off at the bottom.
Over the long gone dams and into the muddy crawl around the chamber which was still rigged and so I made good effort to avoid using it as a handline. The main hang start with a high y-hang which is backed up half a meter below, so a little squeaky bum time rigging that but by using a 1 candle power headtorch I couldn't see beneath me and just concentrate on what you're doing, 5m down to a y-hang rebelay amd then descend descend knot pass descend and descend somemore, knot pass and descend onto the trouser flake, which is not far from the floor but I turned back at that point. Knowing I was caving the day after and that I had a huge climb out to get started, my enthusiasm for seeing the sumps was quickly gone and I set off up through the cold mist like air.
Once back on the surface, the air was crisp, stars where glittering brightly, lighting my way back to Horton and along the Ribble path to the school house which was surprisingly dark, but then it was party time. I was glad to arrive, the 100m of rope which was fine to carry when dry, was now slightly wet and my shoulders were protesting loudly.
Thank you Shezi for being call out again for me.
So you can go to Nick pot on the way to the school house by train on your own, but it'd be easier with 2