With Rob on his Holidays Luke and I embarked on a trip in Bagshawe, this being Luke's first trip in the system. I had spoke with Bog at the monthly meet who was pretty sure the French Connection would be sumped at the bowl (lowest point in the connection) being the optimist I was keen to check it out...
We met at 7pm and made quick progress through to the gates (even a quick de-tour to check if Pool Chamber sump was down). Crawl, crawl, crawl and we stopped for a quick breather in Full Moon Chamber. Crawl, walk, crawl and we were at the start of the French Connection. I told Luke about the dig and the bad air and he seemed fairly impressed with the length of the connection. The bowl was dry and only the short duck before the steep slope up to Wave Of Apathy was half full of water but due to zero movement the mud in the duck was pretty solid which meant we didn't get too muddy. A quick climb through the choke and passing up of bags and we soon had our SRT kits on and were jugging up Madame Guillotine checking out the fixed gear (which could do with P-bolting)!
We were now in the main drag upstairs in Bagshawe, in the middle of winter. Im sure people dreamt of this in the mid 90's! Admiring the passage and slightly knackered we got through all the squeezes and found ourselves at the junction with Newhall Aven, right leads down Batham Gate whilst left leads you to the Hollywood Bowl. Before our trip I had told Luke that there's two types of people in this world... People who like (tolerate) Bagshawe and people that dislike the place. It was here in the final calcite squeezes before the Hollywood Bowl that Luke confessed his dislike for the place...
Perched in the top of the large beehive shaped chamber admiring the view having not been here for some years we kitted back up and dreamt of food and beer knowing we had to reverse everything we'd just done. We abseiled down the best looking rope (again - needs proper bolts) and quickly admired the chamber and the far side of Namraed Sump. I dragged my camera all the way through the cave just tucked in my oversuit with good intentions of taking photos along the way but was so knackered by the time we reached it's terminus that I could barely force myself to dry of my camera to take a picture...
Somehow I did...
And im glad I did too and greatful that Luke waited on the rope for a few minutes for me to faff about. The whole upstairs could do with photographing as back when it was discovered it was an awfully long trip and camera gear has evolved so much in the last two decades that it makes the whole objective seems bearable. I hope this inspires someone keen...
We failed to get a pint - Ho Hum!