Quaking Pot – the gloom of Gormenghast! by Ian Cummins

I'm not the greatest literary expert, but even the sound of the word 'Gormenghast' conjours up images of gloomy decay, which Mervyn Peake describes in his novels and one of my  strongest caving memories is of sitting in that eponymous chamber at the end of Quaking Pot, desperately shoving Breakaway biscuits into my mouth trying …

Free-diving Yorkshire sumps – Langstroth Pot and others by Ian Cummins

Caving to me is about rock and water – it’s either got an active streamway or I’m not interested.  Pitches are spectacular, but once versed in the techniques, going up and down ropes is not particularly exciting – give me a climb up a cascade any day and the modern trend for water avoidance in …