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Speleology 500m up on a big face, headlamp on in the dark – But soft! What light through yonder chimney breaks? (Sorry, Will). And there it was, a tiny hole, maybe 20m above. Sack off, helmet jamming, I indeed “popped out” onto the plateau, like a meerkat blinking in the evening sunlight.  A rock from the edge skittered down, missing Tom but leaving behind on the ledge a small, weathered, lens case that had been hidden under it.

Tom exiting the “hole” – Pitch 12

And there, bizarrely, a   just metre metres away, was the telepherique station.  Tom squirmed and fought, and the oaths from underground were personal and colourful but eventually he morphed thin somehow and squeezed out as the attendant urgently gesticulated to us to move our arses if we wanted a ride home in the last cabin.

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