What kind of insanity had I got myself into I wondered? I had been the first of our little caving team to wriggle down this water filled passage. Others had done it before but when it is only your nostrils that protrude above the water and a little groove in the ceiling above that allows your nostrils unrestricted passage, things can get a little “dodgy”. Much to my relief I had made it through and I sat in the darkness listening for the next caver to begin their crawl.
What if they change their minds? What if I cant get back? What if it starts raining above and the little tube in which I am crouched rapidly fills with water? What if … Well come on now, get a grip of yourself I thought.
As I am sure you have deduced, this is quite different from the tourist caves that Maggie likes to view. This is a “wild cave”, the kind of passage that I enjoy; pristine and beautiful – where the unexpected becomes common place, adversity and beauty are one and the same.