Mossdale - Kneewrecker and more. Ian and Adele. 20th April 2019 Watching the weather this past week has been torture for me, will the met office do that weird thing whereby they suddenly change the forecast?. It was looking good. February 2019 was the last time we visited this area; we have both been chomping at the bit to return. At …
Mossdale beyond Kneewrecker by Ian Cummins
Mossdale Caverns: Ian and Adele (26th February 2019). It may have been a scorching day for February, but we soon learned that the water in Mossdale was still very cold. Most of my forays into this fine cave have been focused on the Marathon Crawl, Stream End, High Level Mud Caverns area, which had yielded …
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Mossdale Far Stream Cave by Adele
Stream End Cave, Mossdale (Ian Cummins, Simon Beck, and Adele). I still feel fairly new to this caving malarky, but I have always had big plans in life so why not with caving ? I’ve written several reports about Mossdale to remember a time 90 % of which has only been shared with Simon and …
Mossdale by Adele
Return Trips Moss dale Caverns: Simon Beck & Adele (March 2018). I wrote this as an insight to what mixed feelings Mossdale can provoke. I ain’t been to Mossdale for a bit this will be trip 21 - walking back, reminders appear that this is gonna be a pain in the arse and a pleasure …
Cold day in Mossdale by Ian Cummins
Mossdale Caverns: Ian, Simon and Adele (1 December 2017) A trip to the end of Marathon Crawls is one of the most memorable caving experiences and has become a regular autumn day out for Simon and me. Benefiting from his knowledge of the place, we could reach the gravel slope up to High Level Mud …
Marathon Obsession (Mossdale Caverns) by Simon Beck
Great Whernside appeared to hover in the twilight that evening. A pleasant approach it was, but one preferably done after as opposed to before. The sheep obviously bedding down for the night scattered as I approached, the few that remained were like curious gargoyles atop the Scar. It was pitch black as I organised things better done in the daylight. Strange sounds are carried to the Scar by night, reflections of the world left behind..