Depth through thought
OUCC News, 8th December 1993
Volume 4, Number 8
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Everyone seemed to enjoy the talk. I got a note from Tim this morning, and he said he was happy to come and meet OUCC people, and hopes to have time to participate in some of our caving and social activities next year. This is good news. Also, many thanks for the mince pies, James. Much appreciated
I have to start thinking about talks for next term. Anyone have any
ideas regarding subjects and/or speakers? If you have a burning ambition
to give a talk yourself, or know of anyone who might want to, or anyone
who might be persuaded to (arm twist, arm twist), please let me know.
By the time I was waddling across snow covered fields in full clutter, stress had given way to a fine appreciation of the absurdity of it all. And as I sat on icy rocks checking and double checking demand valves and lights, ladled in cumbersome rubber, the darkness of joint hole did not so much beckon as chuckle to itself. By this stage, all thoughts of whether I should be doing this had evaporated: I was in automatic mode. "I may only go a few feet I warned Steve", "Fine" he said, presumably not meaning it. Gloop! I bobbed into the sump, hardly disappeared, then turned round and came out. "Christ" Steve must have been thinking. Just worried about my buoyancy in fact. "You'll soon get heavier when you're down", and soon I was indeed not so much following the line into the sump as tumbling down it. Steve appeared behind me (enough to make anyone move...), and after composing myself I was off upstream. Crawling at first, then swimming through a slow, gloomy world of weightless three-dimensionality. Vis was excellent. A depigmented bullhead, and several shrimps swam past wondering what the fuck I was doing. Rock and water. Captivating. I never let go of my contents gauge. After about 70 metres, I started to think about the remoteness, and wondered what the fuck I was doing. Exhilaration became mixed with anxiety. I stopped, and decided I had never returned from a dive before, so I would see what it was like... Steve's lights appeared out of the peaty gloom, and I signalled that I was going out. There was a temptation to hurry, resisted. Edgy feeling. Are you going the right way? Of course you are? What if the DV fails? You've got another. Anyway it won't. What if you get lost? You won't. What if you run out of air? You won't. Look up, don't forget the roof. Water and rock. I pass a lead weight I left clipped to the line. I stop to pick it up. I change my mind, and head on out. Anxious. Then I'm back at the junction, and there's the slope up to a faint glimmer of brown light. I think about going back for the weight. The surface beckons.
I emerge, just 18 minutes after diving, to snow. about 2 hours of air
left.... I hadn't even felt cold. Exhilarated. Sorry I left you the weight,
Steve. Annoyed with myself.
The van monitor will try to provide clear bills and receipts for those hiring the van/trailer. But most importantly do try to pay up as soon as possible. The van will need new bits and the bank balance has to be able to cover these.
And don't leave it empty of petrol.... Ta,
The good news is....we got £240, enough to buy 3 ladders. Every
little hit helps, and many thanks to the Clubs' Committee for this money.