I was feeling bloody poorly on this trip, I thought I had gotten over it but my throat was swollen up and I had very little energy, descending proved to be not ideal. Daz went off to get a brew going while the rest of us made a quick brew. We bedded down for the night, though got very little sleep thanks to noisy french cavers arriving at 2am.
Our plans to bottom the trip were abandoned mainly due to my illness, but we went to the hall of the 13 for some photos and I made lots of photos on the way out, feeling somewhat better.