07/01/17 - Good turn out for an impromptu trip down Oxlow. Rob and I had been meaning to see the new stuff at the end of New Oxlow for a while now and Le Gourmand, on a brief visit from across The Channel, wanted to get some caving in whilst he was here, so Oxlow was the perfect choice.

We arrived about 11ish, to find everyone else already there, kitted up and trudged up the hill. We knew it would be quite steady going with 7 of us, so Rob and I shot off down the entrance pitch to get rigging and we all regrouped at the top of the pull-through into Pilgrim's Way. Pilgrim's Way felt as long as I remembered it, it must've been a great bit of cave to have found, but when you're just there to see what's at the end of it, it becomes a bit laborious. Soon enough though, we found ourselves at North Chamber and headed up the new bypass pitch, which avoids having to go down North Pitch and up the Main Inlet Series. A short muddy squeeze brings you out into a passage before another low section of about 4m finds you in a chamber. Le Gourmand, at his full winter feasting weight, took a few attempts to get through, eventually taking off his SRT kit and slowly squirmed through like some colossal French snail. David, who by now was slightly edging George in the Roseist Faced Caver Competition, struggled through next - shortly followed by Sam, who simply barrelled through like a barrel.

15/01/17 - On the bleakest, wettest, coldest day of 2017 so far, we (when I say 'we' I mean McBain) decided to go down Eldon Hole. George, Rob and I arrived slightly late (after having a toasty warm fryup and brew at the Yonderman’s Cafe) and drove up through the slurry to find two teachers attempting to get changed in their car and a rosy faced tree surgeon outside in the cold, already changed, SRT kit on and ready to go – looking, if anything, slightly too warm. After giving David 15 minutes or so to cool down, the rest of us slowly emerged from our respective vehicles, begrudgingly got changed and headed off up the hill into the cold.

Snow was still banked up around the edge of the hole and it was decided that McBain would work his way down the West Route to get a bit of rigging practice in, whilst Rob guided Rachel down the North Route - this being her first proper SRT trip. Pretty steady progress was made whilst the wind blew stronger and the rain continued to lash down and just as we made it down the first couple of sections, David self-mutinied and shot off home for a bath. The rest of the idiots carried on down and after a short while regrouped at the base of the hole which provided no shelter at all, as whatever was falling from the sky continued to cascade down the walls, bouncing in bullet sized droplets and landing in your eye whenever you looked up.

15th January:

Leaders: Syd Goodier & Tony Crowther

A well attended meet with 17 members and potential members.

The walkers met at 9am as planned on the side road in Hope. Seven began with three (two were post ops) departing for home and baths towards lunchtime from Hope Cross, leaving four to complete the circuit.

The weather was awful – exceedingly wet and windy (sods law, the day before was wonderful) with Kinder at its worst. Most of the paths ran with snow melt and rain water, such that paddling would be a more appropriate term for some of the walking. The stream in Jaggers Clough was raging and only crossed by a short diversion upstream and a jump. Three of the four walkers stopped at some point with Graham taking the blue ribbon by almost lying horizontally to escape one particular boggy path! In the conditions, the circuit of only about 12 miles, was hard work, and took in Win Hill, Hope Cross, Jaggers Clough, Ringing Roger, before crossing to the North Edge and a return to Hope Cross and the Packhorse Road back to Hope.

Lunch was taken on Ringing Roger, in the lee of some rocks, in what turned out to be one of the windiest places on the walk! Mike Johnson and Tony Crowther, were sensible and walked in the valley from Hope to Castleton and return, whilst Richard Shawcross went running somewhere local at home.

19/01/17 - Quick evening exchange trip through Wharf - Hillocks and some more rigging practice for McBain. Down the engine shaft via the balcony route then up out the short pitches into Hillocks. (Rob, McBain, Syd)

09/02/17 - After waiting for McBain, who was running late, we got up to the lay-by around 8pm and kitted up in the cold. Rob and Ed had no trouble finding the entrance after their brief explore a few years ago and we headed on down the short first pitch and entered the impressive stope via the window. It's really quite an impressive place and following the next pitch down leads to the start of the traverses. Looking up in the roof reveals countless stemples and tonnes of deads stacked above them. Down a couple more pitches and through into a large chamber with a gloopy mud slope at the back, across a few more traverses and a short cartage-like section and a few more pitches gets to what must be the current end. With last-orders in mind, we headed back, and with a few close calls involving loose, trundling boulders, were soon back out into the cold. A really good trip (loose in places!) and well worth doing whilst the ropes are in place, makes life much easier. (Rob, Ed, McBain, Mike)

19th February:

Meet Co-ordinator (Walkers) - Stout.

Attendees – Chatburn, Crowson, Eastwood, Harris (President), Hood, Pierce (and his dog Susie), Peppit (G), Stout and a sub group comprising Crowther and Johnson.

Route – We left the hut promptly at 9:15 the route took us through Stoney Middleton passed the Baths and thence up the track leading to the Grindleford – Eyam road and then upwards towards the woodland formerly owned by Derek and Angela Grayson at Top Riley. We then entered Stoke Wood at which point we lost Crowson and Peppit (G) although we only discovered this well through the wood and despite trying to make mobile contact lost them completely.

As we were about to exit the wood we made a short detour to inspect Fair Flora before we descended the Magclough valley, across the steam and upwards towards Grindleford reaching the Village at the Sir William from which we descended to the bridge at Grindleford where we met Jane Crowson and had to admit that we’d lost her husband, she didn’t seem overly distraught at receiving this news.

17th - 19th March:

Cavers: Rob Peppit, Sam Glasius, Mike Peppit, Syd (Wolf) Goodier, Ed (Steddy) Sampson, David Cunningham (guest). 

Walkers: Martin Clowes, Chris Goulden, Ed March-McBain-Shawcross, Rachel (guest)

Bionic running man:  Rick Shawcross

The meet was held at the NPC hut near Clapham (the Yorkshire one). The forecast was for rain all weekend and the forecast was correct. 

On Saturday the cavers were forced to abandon plans of a Dihedral - Disappointment Pot exchange trip which was frankly disappointing and searched the rigging guide from cover to cover to find wet weather options. After lots of faffing with ropes the cavers set of for Kingsdale. After a slow walk up the hill and arguments as to where the cave actually was, Jingling Pot was eventually located. The ~40m deep pot was rigged by Mike down the gully route  which has a pleasant free hang. The party reassembled at the base of the main pitch and a second rope was passed to Steddy to rig the bottom pitch. At the base of this  the meet leader scrambled down a short pitch in the base of the rift to a dig. This was going well until he came face to face with a fat frog in a confined space. The party then began their retreat to the surface to find it was still raining. David had a temporary melt down on the re-belay, but somehow Steddy talked him round. The second objective of the day was Aquamole which is within a stones throw of Jingling Pot. A short concrete block lined shaft is entered which looks like an upside down chimney on top of a hill. The pitches quickly became wetter and wetter requiring hoods up and swift technique. A fine crawl was followed to the penultimate pitch which was descended and quickly leads to the last pitch. Here the party decided to turn back due to thoughts of beer. A swift retreat was made and a good time was had by all despite the pouring rain. Mike wore the bottom half of a wet suit in the pub as he forgot his trousers (again!). The walkers went for a walk somewhere. There was mention of Gaping Gyll, so it must have been somewhere near there. They probably went to a pub too. Rick went for a run somewhere. In the evening the main thing of note was that McBain ate an entire cheese cake with a knife and fork.

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20/08/17 - Under the direction of the Meet Leaders Richard Harris (President) and Lionel Stout (Hut Warden) the seasoned team of Barnes, Brown (Rod), Chatwin, Crowther, Eastwood, Griffiths, Goodier, Johnson and March-Shawcross set to the task of the annual hut maintenance and repair Meet.

They chopped, chain sawed, dusted, hoovered, mopped, mowed, painted, replenished, scoured, scrubbed, screwed (new coat hooks), tested the safety systems, tidied the Hut which is fit for purpose for yet another year in the Club’s annals. The wood store created by the choppers and sawyers should see us through another year.

The club owes a big thanks to all of them for their efforts and also for the behind the scenes work performed in the year by the Peppits and the Sampsons for effecting the re-instatement of the bunks and storage shelving.

As additional to the President’s usual tasks an additional feature, one hopefully not to be performed too regularly, was the ceremonial burying of Micky Finch's ashes in the burial chamber prepared by Syd Goodier beneath the ash tree, a suitable memorial stone to be erected in due course.

An excellent tea provided by the Hut leaders rounded off a very satisfactory Meet.

September 24th - 26th

Count House, Bosigran

Leaders: R Harris & G Peppit; G Barnes, T Crowther, A Chatburn, L Stout, M Clowes, S Goodier, M Johnson, D Armin (guest).

A changeable three days, the best being the day of arrival and even better on the day of departure. Sod’s Law!

After the two leaders and others arrived circa 3pm Thursday afternoon a short walk down to Bosigran was required to clear the heads, by which time Syd and Lionel had arrived – but where was John Eastwood?

The evening was spent trying to find a pub to eat - the brightly coloured place at Treen and the Tinners at Zennen rejecting the lead party of The Last of the Summer Wine, but Geoff, Syd and David had their secret weapon - smooth talking Lionel, and consequently tucked into a good meal in the Tinners, whilst the others went for a lonely fish and chips in Penzance.

Back at the hut, a message came through via Rob back home that Martin (who was cycling from Penzance and had missed his train) was going to be very late and could we leave the door undone and save him some soup. It was decided that, as the Climbers Club quite rightly had their rules and as the door must be kept locked at night, the soup would be left outside for Martin. As it turned out, his face appeared through the window earlier than expected, and before the soup was stashed.

Friday was a day of squally showers, although improving in the afternoon. The group split into two. The Tony C group headed west along the coastal path to Pendeen Light, then cut back inland and explored one or two tors, tin mines and burial chambers, whilst the other party headed east along the coastal path to Zennor Head, and then a beer in the Tinners, before heading inland and also exploring one or two tors, tin mines and burial chambers. Geoff returned back along the coast at his own pace.

Saturday was better but cool, so Syd, Geoff and David headed off down to Bosigran and climbed Alison Rib and then the more adventurous Black Slab. Then back to the hut for lunch and tea and the walkers back from their ramble along Sennen beach, with Richard clutching his parking ticket! In the afternoon, the three climbers plus Lionel walked to Pendeen Light. Geoff returned back along the coast, whilst the others continued on and then back, both getting wet from a never ending squally shower which appeared from the direction of America. Axel and co went exploring for Ding Dong Mine inland from Bosigran. Martin spent the day cycling on his Brompton, talking to himself.

Sunday was beautiful, with a capital B. Everybody went home, except for David and Geoff who went to Sennen and parked in a special place away from wardens, and walked to Lands End for coffee. The return journey was marred by the closure of the M5, but one could only sympathise with the poor devils that caused it.

15th October

Leaders: Hugh Cotton (main leader) & Jim Conlon (deputy leader)

Walkers: Hugh Cotton (casual), Jim Conlon, P Crowson (rebel leader) & guest Adrian; G Peppit (individual leader) & guest David Armin; A Chatburn, M Johnson, J Eastwood,; L Stout, J Hood; R Brown (all various sub leaders).

Cavers: Saturday: Rob & Mike Peppit. Sunday: Rob & Mike Peppit, S Glasius, Ed Sampson, Matt (guest).

Tea: M Pierce, G Sampson, B Benton, B Griffiths. Derek Grayson came out for a chat.

The walkers assembled at Grindleford Station as instructed by the Main Leader and escorted to the platform by him and then the responsibility handed over to the Deputy Leader with hints that he (the DL) didn’t really know where he was going, and then he left.

On leaving the train at Bamford, the smiling face of Axel was seen, and then the scowling face of Mike Johnson, searching for the Main Leader, who had promised to walk with him. The Deputy Leader took his responsibility seriously and led the party in the direction of Bamford Edge, by which time a coup for Leadership responsibility was taking place as Mad Crowson was exhibiting signs of “I know where I’m going – trust me!” Thoughts of the potential slog across Bamford Moor and adjoining bog, and thus rebelling against the Leadership coup (knowing what the Rebel Leader was like at Leadership) made Peppit senior decide on a short cut via High Neb and then supposedly to meet up with them later at Stanage End.

As it turned out the Overall Leadership went to pieces on Bamford Edge with the Rebel Leader and his guest baling out and dropping down to Hathersage, whilst the remainder was now divided into various groups guided by Sub Leaders. Peppit meanwhile, at Stanage End, saw no sign of the expected party so Led himself along Stanage, Burbage, Padley Gorge and to the safety of his car. Meanwhile, the Main Leader was searching the countryside for Mike, but gave up at Crow Chin, (where he and Peppit must have been in close proximity to each other), and continued to the hut to cook a very good dinner. Mike meanwhile, who was expecting a short ramble with the Main Leader, ended up being Led along the complete walk, albeit catching a bus from the Fox House leaving the residue of the Sub Parties merrily supping their ales, and then staggering down to the Station.

Consequently, all Sub Parties, Rebels and Individuals eventually reunited at the hut, except for the Deputy Leader, who it was rumoured, had Fatherly Leadership roles to perform, but some thought he might still be Leading an imaginary party over Bamford Moor! But, all had a great time.