I.Crossley, S.Harland, J.Madeley, G.Smith, D.A.Raine, J.Mirriam, Helen, Julia, S.Thorpe, E.Hoole

The "Holiday with a caving theme" party assembled at Gatwick under the watchful eye of their leader, only to be informed that Mr. Harland (stupid boy) had left the maps and surveys in Settle. A further problem developed when Mr. Thorpe refused to fly in an "aeroplane wot's got no propellors". Apart from these minor difficulties we arrived at the Geriatrics Hotel in Puerto Pollensa just in time to get very drunk and meet Raymond, our unofficial guide who said he knew about a "new cave".

The following day was spent negotiating accesses and later descending Sis Theresa - a shaft of about 120 ft. dropping off the side of the road to Formentor Lighthouse (approx ½ mile from the Lighthouse on the L.h.side). Day two involved a long, tedious, uphill walk to the "new cave" called Argentia, complete with steel door. A disappointing pot containing a 60 ft. pitch into a large chamber with a 10 ft. pitch leading off. The evening involved a trip to the Laser Club - on the outskirts of Puerto Pollensa on the road to Alcudia. It contains without any doubt the best formations on the island.

Day three started with a visit to "Bad Air" cave where the atmosphere prompted Mr. Hoole to make a rapid U-turn and accelerate out over the recumbent bodies of Mr. Thorpe and Mr. Raine who had detected no change in heartbeat over that normally present in tired old men. Later, the whole party had their first experience of trying to find "Campana" (the object of the holiday), and coming into contact with barbed wire trees. Needless to say, as the average Pennine member can't recognise a pinnacle unless he fals over it, we didn't find "Campana". The evening involved a trip to "Puppy Love", a dubious establishment in Alcudia which only authors like J. Eyre dare describe in print.

Day four saw the pensioners Madeley and Raine find "Campana" without any difficulty. Messrs. Smith, Mirriam and Raine descended the first pitch (about 50 ft.) and got lost in the first chamber. Messrs. Hoole, Crossley and Harland walked down the Torrente de Pareis and were most impressed - for some reason our leader was behaving rather oddly that day. The evening provided another interesting incident involving Mr. Thorpe trying to knock down a large tree with a small Fiat.

The penultimate day was spent visiting the caves of Drach and Arta. Mr. Thorpe also found a quite beautiful cave on the l.h. side of the road near Arta which was duly descended. The last day saw the whole party at "Campana" which was duly bottomed by the younger element together with a very sweaty Mr. Hoole who has even been known to go for a sauna in thermal underwear and a wetsuit. The sketch map shows very approximately the position of the caves we visited. Any parties going to Majorca should make sure their documentation is very accurate as the topography of the island bears no relation to the underground features.