With Jonathon, Alex, Tav and Brockers.
Jonathon at the sharp end, Alex clearing the filled bags and rocks, Tav, returned from injury and it’s his birthday, jumped the queue and was on the slope, Brockers on the haul and shuttle, leaving me on surface duties.
On the surface, there were flies, lots of flies, and the clegs seem particularly vociferous this year. I did try applying plenty of ‘Skin-so-Soft’, but that doesn’t stop them surrounding you and buzzing, always buzzing. Tried to keep moving around, find a bit of breeze and avoid standing too close to the entrance until necessary. The clegs appear to accumulate around the entrance, probably waiting until you are committed to hauling-out of the cave, then they pounce.
Still I survived, and today’s tally was a total of 62 loads, comprised 44 bags and 18 skip-loads of rocks. Not all the spoil came from the end, Brockers busied himself ‘tidying’, the low passage leading to the West Side receiving special attention.
When the team emerged from the cave, there was lots of positivity regarding the prospects ahead.