Bagshawe Cavern
The Eldon always have a number of active digs undergo in Bagshawe.
One that is currently receiving quite a lot of attention is the "Dead Ahead Dig" in the Full Moon Series.
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Trip Members: Sam P., Jon P., Dylan K., Chris H.,
Having been into Bagshaw the previous weekend on a family trip and explaining to my Partner and Daughter about the delights that lie past the locked gates, tonight was my opportunity to finally go and visit these spectacles of speleo-wonder.
As planned Jon, Sam, Dylan and I met in the car park at 6:15 only to find another group of cavers getting ready to do a trip into the Dungeon. We explained we were going into Madame Guillotine and beyond and were asked by their Leader if we would like any tips on where to go, which we politely declined. After polishing off Sam’s freshly cooked chips washed down with pre beers we got ready and decided to share SRT kits.
After heading down into the Coe the pleasant and familiar part of the trip to the start of the gates was over quickly and we were soon through into the stunningly decorated Taylor’s Way and on to Full Moon Passage. I could now understand the need to restrict access to these areas for preservation. Crawling passage then seemed to be the order of the evening broken up by some of the usual Bagshawe down dip bedding.
I was so glad I had knee pads at this point after what seemed like an eternity of crawling, we reached a short duck which led to the bottom of a scaff supported boulder choke. Jon went through first giving me guidance on what to avoid on the way through this bought us out into the bottom of Madame guillotine. Jon then proceeded to explain how this was previously found and that the route we took now offered a much drier passage. Sam also took the time to explain we would possibly see some CCC’s and their significance.
After the very educational pit stop Dylan and Sam made their way up Madame Guillotine followed by Jon and Myself. Jon, Dylan, Rob and Sam on a previous trip turned left and the top of the pitch through to Batham Gate and back to Hollywood Bowl, however this evening we were going right towards Frogs Legs and Cognac and on to the Bitter End. A short distance on we stopped to admire a small pile of CCC’s, and Dylan decided he was a little peckish and, finding a Daren drum full of goodies, opted for some Cola Bottles, not sure they were at their best.
More crawling then ensued through more great passage Dylan and Sam and Jon were up a head and I stopped for, what I would like to say was to admire my surroundings but was in fact to have a rest. I could see their lights in the distance in what looked like a bigger chamber much more appealing than where I was lay down. I crawled through and found the three of them in Ben’s Dig, one of the most well decorated chambers I’ve seen. The walls were stunning, and the roof had Hundreds if not thousands of Stall adorning it.
After discussions on the possibilities of making the Anchor, Dylan and Sam decided to continue along Ben’s Redoubt to assess the dig at the end and Jon and I decided to get some photos. First of which was a wall of carefully stacked Flowstone that had been removed in previous years to make a way on which Dylan and Sam had disappeared down.
Stacked Calcite Wall in Ben's dig, By Jon P
Chris Hibberts in Ben's Dig, By Jon P
Jon and I decided to head out with a stop for one more photo at which point Dylan and Sam caught us up. They explained at the face of the dig they could see on for some 5-6m which was dry, easy digging and worth pushing.
Chris Hibberts towards the end of Bagshawe, By Jon P
The trip out was as good as on the way in and a few more stops to catch my breath allowed time to admire the views. Dylan and Sam overtook us and were soon gone in a race to make the Anchor. We exited the gates and made our way back through the muddy puddles and were surprised to see lights in the distance. These turned out to be that of the group who had been into the dungeon a quick hello before the ascent of the steps and about 10 minutes later we were back at the surface.
I can say this has by far been one of my favourite trips of the year, only let down by the absence of stories and witty banter of recent trips from one J. Thompson. I’m really looking forward to future trips to hopefully extend what is a great section of a cave I’ve visited many times but never knew existed.
Ben's Dig Bagshawe Cavern, By Jon P
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Trip report 23/02/23 Bagshaw cavern
Jon Pemberton Sam Pemberton Rob Eavis Dylan Kocher
With the completion of two days of pushing for the uppers at Ashbourne during Shrovetide, I was a little sore coming to Bagshaw and lacked much-needed food although I remedied this later in the night. This would be my first trip to Bagshaw and was interested to see first-hand what so many have told me. That it was long, a lot of crawling and pretty all of which were spot on. The goal for tonight was to reach some possible dig sights in the upper series above Madam’s Guillotine. After some usual light banter, we kit up and head to the Eldon Caving Hut. Inside the shed, I thought that I might be able to hang up a hammock Mabey two and put my keys in an old boot. Off down the steps, we went where we turn left and pass the dungeon, into the aven series and then crawl into the Full Moon Chamber. Rob and Sam get a head start to Madams Guillotine while Jon and I hang back and take some photos. Once finished up we set off to catch up with Sam and Rob into Moose’s Revenge and a wonderful crawl filled with some beautiful straws and crystal pools. Other adventure features come after some lengthy crawling into a duck. With a wet ear, we ascend through some Scaff into Madam Guillotine. Very impressive room and a much-appreciated change from the hard crawling. A 10-15m pitch up into the roof. Sharing two kits meant Sam and Rob lowered theirs upon completion. With Rob's kit on I was eager to see how the Pro does it. First, I attach my Croll this does not bite the rope then the hand jammer… also does not grab. Well great after a few more tries it starts working and I ascend the rope on Rob's new Petzl Free Flowing ascender gear.
At the top of the passage, a ledge allows access to two passages both ending in digs. Journeying down the left side we come to a camp with food and a mysterious maple bottle. Could it be pee or fermented juice of course I take the cap off for a smell and the must was ripe. Journeying on the floor contains CCC’s every 10 meters or so. Coarse crystalline cryogenic cave carbonate forms from the precipitation of water in temperatures well below freezing in polar to sub-polar climates. Although not the most exciting feature the limited AWE value does pack a punch in information for insight into past environmental conditions. After lengthy crawling, to the end, we head back. Stopping at the camp the boys open the food jar for a look inside. I grab a granola bar and with communication with my appetite I decided to brave a bight. “That was a BIG first bite,” Rob says in what may be a concern. This emotion was then justified when I find that the bar was a whopping 19 years expired. So, I eat the rest. On the way back I did not give birth to Ridley Scott's alien and have not since. What could this mean that all expiration dates on granola bars are just company insurance to have their customers throw away older bars to only buy more? Probably not and I got lucky. I digress. The journey out was moderately strenuous and lengthy. Fast forward to the Anchor in which we warm ourselves and organize another trip back. Bagshaw is a great system with no shortage of potential ways to spend your time for what is a great trip and sure I will be back to dig. (I was)
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Diver: Rob M
Support: Dave C, Jim T
Too idle to carry 7l cylinders so carrying out essential stabilisation works: Bog
Episode Recap: The outcome was that after a slightly muddy rift opening at the entry to the sump, a roughly 1m high x 1m wide phreatic tube (wider at the bottom as it’s formed on a bed) clean passage with good vis was followed for the aforementioned c. 49m of a 50m line reel, accounting for belays (all of which made to conveniently sited breakdown) trending 240 degrees at a depth of 3m via a series of s-bends, with the current limit at such a bend but appearing to continue unimpeded beyond.
Eager to continue the push to reveal the further secrets of Glorious Hole, but slightly later than desirable as Bog and Jim had both been suffering the hardship of taking holidays in the sun, the team reassembled at Bagshawe tonight with additional equipment. In Rob’s case this meant a freshly loaded line reel and a pair of 7s; Bog and Jim with the equipment required when quantities of heavy and awkward dive kit needs to be shifted quickly underground – Dave…
In a cunning predetermined plan, Bog turned up late with a hacksaw – allegedly for cutting scaffold tubes to length in order to stabilise the increasingly dodgy looking and now slightly mobile squeeze – but we all knew that he just didn’t like the sound of carrying 7 litre cylinders. He would later deliberately forget his Croll, and, it turned out, had deliberately hidden his chest harness in the cave 3 weeks prior.
Rob, Jim and Dave therefore set off to the sump to prepare for exploration. Kitting up tonight was a far easier affair by virtue of taking place in the large chamber immediately before the Glorious pitch head. Regs attached to cylinders, rebagged and ready to go with no air leaks, and the diver in position perched on a boulder in the pool, I climbed the ladder to roughly the depth at which I’d previously concluded an abseil at water level. Rob was a good 10 feet below me at this point, and I acted as a davit arm, guiding the heavy cylinders out of a constriction and over to Rob as Dave lowered them from above. We took note of the relative height of the line belay to water level for survey alignment purposes, time-checked, and agreed a 1 hour dive / 2 hour SHTF time. With that, Rob submerged and was soon out of sight. I watched his exhaust break surface a few times and returned to Dave for the wait…
Having plenty to catch up on, and with a bit of photography thrown in, the time passed quickly but the onset of having all the heat sucked out of us by limestone prompted a time check. Over an hour elapsed with no sign of Rob, however with the prior line to survey a longer dive was anticipated so we resumed our position.
Around 20 mins later a shout announced the diver’s return, so I headed back down the ladder and we soon had the cylinders back with Dave who, by the time I reached the top, had taken both of them back to the kit/dekit chamber.
Rob returned with a brief tale of dry passage, which meant a public house based debrief was essential. Spurred into action by the spectre of last orders, Dave grabbed all the bags and went like a machine towards the main passage. We all reached the pitch to find Bog waiting for us, no doubt disappointed to find that he’d now be obliged to lug a 7l cylinder up the steps. My cylinder definitely felt heavy on the awkward prusik out so I was glad when I was relieved of it at the pitch head!
Passing through the squeeze on the way out, it was noticeably cleaner and free of perched boulders, and a lovely shiny bit of scaff was solidly in place holding the big rock (and probably the rest of the cave) in place. Providence in the choice of tubes had even rendered the hacksaw surplus to requirements.
Back at the Bowling Green we had a guided tour of the sump and dry crawl beyond by way of Gopro video. The stage is set for Rob plus another diver to make a return at the next opportunity to survey the new passage, which yet again trends at 240 degrees for a further 40m underwater, before surfacing into a low, dry crawl that drills ahead for a long way to the present limit of exploration denoted by a rift crossing the low crawl, which then continues onward in tantalising fashion.
Work continues….
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Diver: Rob M
Support: Bog, Jim T
The discovery of Glorious Hole back in 2020 marked an exciting point in the exploration of Bagshawe and it was remarked in April 2021 (EPC Newsletter) that ‘both agreed we need a diver in to push the sump, although it would be great to see it during lower water conditions’
Recent visits have certainly revealed lower water conditions and generated further excitement at the clear blue sump pool where a suggestion of open passage was glimpsed by Jim T and Dave C on separate occasions, but tonight was the night to answer the question, as the stars finally aligned for Rob Middleton to perform the necessary heroics and go underwater.
As the surface temperature was 33C as we assembled at the Coe, we wasted no time in getting underground and were soon at the increasingly dodgy looking squeeze into the extensions, and I headed down the rope with cylinders dangling beneath me and excitement at an all time high. Teamwork was in full flow moving bags through various constrictions and we were soon at the Glorious pitch head ready for Rob to take over proceedings.
Bog rigged a pair of ladders on the Y hang that Dave had helpfully rebolted the previous week in anticipation and the now cleaned up pitch head is an easy handline climb to the rebelay, saving a lot of faff in general but invaluable for tonight’s activities.
With Rob at the Y hang, I positioned myself behind him whilst Bog passed the tackle bags through a hole into my hands. As appointed ‘fluffer’, my job was to remove items of diving kit from the bags, stop it all from tumbling down the pitch and make sure Rob had no faff whilst kitting up in a pretty awkward spot. At one point this required me to ‘zip him up’ and the whole thing was a good insight into the rigours of cave diving as a tool for exploration.
As regulators were screwed onto cylinder 1, the valve was opened and the circuit pressurised with a satisfying sound…. Cylinder 2 just started hissing gas out and didn’t sound good. Several cycles of threading and rethreading the reg didn’t cure the problem and I started to feel nervous that the dive would be turned before it’d begun. Fortunately Rob had at the last minute decided to pack his ‘baked bean tin’ aka a hi-tech waterproof diver’s spares-and-tool kit so he fettled the reg and it subsequently made the same satisfying pressurising sound. All good and he headed of down the ladder.
I soon heard sloshing to indicate he’d reached the water and stood by for the sound of exhaust bubbles breaking on surface… but no. More hissing! I really thought we’d be beating a hasty and disappointed retreat at this point but Rob quickly had it sorted and shouted that he’d likely be 30 mins, and to not worry unless he failed to surface after an hour. Time check made, I settled back in my perch and sure enough, the next sounds I heard were the regular chuffing of his exhaust gas.
Bog and I just got stuck into some long overdue catching up and philosophising, and I barely contained my delight on realising that the cavity in the rock just above me looked just like a giant calcite vulva.
In what appeared to be no time at all, that tell tale chuffing sounded up the shaft and I had a time check – 14 minutes – which I took to signify a poor outcome and closure of any potential leads in the sump.
However, an excited ‘woop!’ from below followed by a ‘that’s awesome!’ perked me up. A quick exchange revealed that it certainly did not close down underwater, was clean and sizeable and Rob had run out his entire 50m line reel. Delightful!
I set to and lowered bags down and hauled them back up containing cylinders, passed them up to Bog and a delighted Rob appeared at the top of the ladder looking a bit shivery but very smiley.
We got him dekitted, everything packed away and made haste for the surface in order to make the Bowling Green for a celebratory pint and debrief.
The outcome was that after a slightly muddy rift opening at the entry to the sump, a roughly 1m high x 1m wide phreatic tube (wider at the bottom as it’s formed on a bed) clean passage with good vis was followed for the aforementioned c. 49m of a 50m line reel, accounting for belays (all of which made to conveniently sited breakdown) trending 240 degrees at a depth of 3m via a series of s-bends, with the current limit at such a bend but appearing to continue unimpeded beyond.
We were all delighted with the result and plan to return at the next available opportunity with Rob who will survey the now-lined passage and continue with a fresh line reel to push further..
As always, but particularly in this case, work most definitely continues….
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Team: Bog, Jim T, Kristian
A bit of sump lowering was in order for the team tonight. It was good to catch up with Kristian again as he regaled me with tales of caving in South Dakota. For a guy who proclaims a hatred for caving he gets about a bit. We got underway with the arrival of Bog and it was nice to easily open the door to the cavern using the shiny smooth-operating lock I’d fitted the previous Friday.
Kristian was off ahead so I didn’t bother doing the usual entrance passage interpretive stuff, and I was soon observing the somewhat shattered slab of rock hanging over the restricted opening into the newest extensions. Once again dropping down the awesome pitch into a lovely bit of natural cave, I smiled at the thought that it was literally under our noses until Bog and Dave felt the fatigue of their advancing years and shifted a few rocks whilst sacking off the rigours of the ‘business end’ of the cave.
First I had a look at the limit of Dave’s exploration in an aven, narrow enough at the highest bolts to have put him off climbing any higher. In the absence of any kit, I pondered the option of freeclimbing higher, but managed to convince myself in short order that the top was blind. It’d be good to continue the bolts to the top to really confirm that but the real objective of the sump was still in need of attention so I abbed back down and let Kristian have a look. His conclusions were similar to mine.
We headed into the crawl towards the sump, handily channeled out by now-absent, yet clearly effective water flow. Bog pointed me towards the Glorious Hole pitch head and I thrutched over the first opening to enjoy poisitoning myself in the big sloping waterslide before the pitch proper. The calcite surface here looked just like sprayed fibreglass and yet again I marvelled at the presence of such a feature so close to the entrance. It’s a stunning pitch. Big enough to be significant in Bagshawe terms and as I descended deeper, I began to see the reflections of my light in the surface of a dark pool. The prior limit of descent was marked by the rope, coiled and stored in a crack, but now a good 15 feet above water level. I uncoiled the rope and continued until I was just above a big, stunningly clear and blue sump pool. Little blobs of mud fell into the water creating small clouds that scattered my lamp beam, so I had a good look around on full power and was pretty sure that I could see a floor maybe ten feet subsurface. Short of dropping off the rope and going for a swim there was nothing left to do but get into ascent mode and rejoin the others. As I swapped onto my jammers, I swung my arse slightly to ease my position and suddenly everything exploded around me with a boom. I got a lovely refreshing face full and my wellies were sloshing. I looked down and the sump was now impenetrable brown. Clearly the boulders sitting on the diagonal surface were just stuck on with mud and I’d dislodged one of them. I spent a few moments inspecting the others, peeling them off with my fingers and letting them crash into the water below. Probably a good thing I’d avoided a swim…
Once I was back off the rope up top, Bog led the way towards the other sump. He talked about running water and tonight everything was bone dry. We reached the rift and the sump presented itself as a foul looking flat out crawl in water. We considered channeling back the way we’d come to let the water drain in but it was fairly obvious that doing so would create a big pool mid-crawl and it wasn’t clear if that’d be a great idea given the lack of height. With time spent looking at the other stuff we abandoned the plan.
Instead I had a thrutch high into the rift which turned slightly and probably needs an inspection but it’s mega greasy. We need to return with Rob’s other table legs and a saw. Back to the Coe and into a torrential downpour, and down to the Bowling Green for pints and scratchings.
As ever…. Work continues.