Giants Hole - Luke Brock, Dominika Wróblewska

Trip Report – Giants, Geology Pot & Far Canal

Myself, Phil, Dom, Glyn, Grace and Grace’s son Andrew!

I left Birmingham after work on saterday arriving at the TSG at 10.30 -.-‘ , where I met Grace and Andrew packing up, grace had been teaching Andrew SRT ready for the next day, nothing like learning on the job. The students had been at the TSG, and must have had a pretty big party! It was time to go to bed before they got back.

We had a leisurely start time of 10.45, but of course my brain was having none of that sleeping in lark, so I popped back to the TSG for a fry up at 9. It was a bad zombie movie, 4 hung over students were milling around, making a start on the devastation, conversation was too hard for them ATM.

Had my fry up, and waited for the others to turn up. Forgot it wasn’t a good idea to leave cooked food around students, half my spare sausages got eaten by the zombies.

Everyone turned up around 10.30, Phil seemed super pleased to see the students had woken up, and were now a noisy rabble, retreat to the tackle store with the obligatory cups of tea.

Grace assured us that her son knew SRT. 5 min later she had a rope attached to a drying rack, and was teaching her son deviations.

We packed 2 sacks of rope, not being sure if the pitches would be rigged, 6 ropes, and all too long for every pitch.

What time shall we make call out, 6, ok, my parents get stressed being call out, so grace offered mark, ok, 6 o clock.

Times a ticken, let’s go.

Giants Hole. Illustration Copyright © Dominika Wróblewska.

While kitting up Andrew finds his over suit is too small, Dom and Phil are kitted up, and I’m taking my time playing with some new toys, Glyn arrives and kits up in record time and offers to watch me rig the first pitch, so I get my gear together, grab the first rope bag and head of.

After much faff, the first pitch is inexpertly rigged and we’re joined by the others, minus the second rope bag. I head back, just in case it was left in my car, to find its on the grass.

Glyn’s been waiting for me at garlands, and volunteers me to drag the sack. We catch up with the others, and have a little choclate break, well I do and give some to phill, when we get to the first pitch of course it’s all rigged. Andrew is taking to caving well. After a few songs of Wszystkiego najlepszego z okazji urodzin, we made it to the end, where Dom took some pretty picture.

After I led the way back (down a dead end) it was time for someone else to lead, after a little discussion we decided to go back via he lower crab walk (I was too tired to be up for the higher route, and was looking forward to a bit of caving on my own, which I hadn’t done before, but everyone was coming) Glyn very kindly volunteered me to drag the sack back along the crab walk again, though he did say he would take it if I got tired. He did take my goody bag though. After de rigging, we were back in the sunshine with everyone else, and 15 min before call out, time to call mark. A confused conversation, where of coarse Mark was happy to hear we were fine, though confused as to why we were letting him now, Mark was not aware he’d been volunteered as a call out.

A bit later we also got a visit from car full of laughing students, they had seen our call out on the board and paid us a visit to see if we were ok.