Cave Hut Life & Cave Hut Knitting
Sunday 12th July 2015
You probably don’t know this about me, but when I *like* something, I can get a *bit* obsessive about it. Say…caving. I also like the life that goes with it. Staying in cave huts for example, though to be fair I have only stayed in two.
Recently, I had a nine day holiday in South Wales, staying at the South Wales Caving Club. There were three days set aside for caving, five for walking in the Brecon Beacons, and one for going to the Harvester in Merthyr. At lunch time.
I have stayed at SWCC lots of times and it’s a lovely place, but nine days is too long. I am totally
cured of my cave hut dwelling habit and never want to stay in a bunk-house, hostel or similar, ever again. Which is awkward as I have a three night trip to a hostel in Cornwall booked and paid for so I suppose I will have to go.
Here are my observations about Cave Hut Life:
1) when All Of The Cavers are about (weekends) it’s noisy, it can be great fun, it’s always messy.
2) when they have all gone, it’s really creepy. But you can light the fire and it’s all better again! Until bed time…
3) when the sun shines, as it did for several days, you have a feeling of euphoria and think, smugly: why do people go abroad? This is better than abroad!
Better than abroad shot:
4) when the rain falls and the wind blows, as it did for several days, you have a feeling of dampening and gathering gloom. Hence the trip to Merthyr. An attempt to raise the spirits, partially successful as I ate a meal not cooked by me in the hut kitchen.
5) by Day 3, I was forced to undertake some serious cleaning of the hut in order to continue dwelling there. All visitors are supposed to clear and clean up after themselves and maybe clean some part of the accommodation, but it was very clear that no such activities had taken place for a long time. First, I used the new club washing machine to hot-wash all the stinking, wet towels that were heaped up under the sink and starting to hum in the unusual (brief) heat-wave. As the week progressed, I swept and washed floors, cleaned out the fire, gradually washed up and put away all the dishes that the departed guests had left on the Sunday…but you know, it gave me something to do of an evening.
6) you cannot better the views from SWCC. When I was fed up, and assuming the mist had lifted, I had only to look out and feel better. View from the front door in the early morning:
7) never, ever, look under the bunks in a cave hut. If you drop something and it rolls, just write it off. And never put your hand down there.
8) be not afraid of the wind in a cave hut. Whilst the wind howls round the eaves outside, so it gurgles and churns inside too, when All Of The People come back on Friday and start belching/farting with no apparent awareness that they are not at home but in a shared space. You can ignore it or join in.
9) the long solitary evenings make for good knitting time, this is The Throncho, all cast off but not finished off:
and I also did some extensive re-working on these:
10) you get awfully sick of bunk-room sleeps: