The Fear

I have never felt fear like it. Not nervousness about going to a party or running away from a spider. Gut-wrenching, wretch-inducing, sweaty everywhere, can’t listen to anyone else’s inane chatter, curling up in a ball and hiding to putt off the inevitable. In Turkey I learnt to do Full Stalls and Spins on my…

First Trip Down Swildon’s Hole

Over the course of the past year, I have slowly been persuaded into caving. It started with a small trip down Goatchurch cavern in the Mendips a few times and it actually got easier each time. I wasn’t convinced that I wasn’t claustrophobic, but having stuck myself down the smarty tube a couple of times…