Potholing? A very good friend of mine used to go caving when he was younger. He used to like to tell the story of how after a session down a pothole (I think it was Gaping Gill but memory is not so good these days) each potholer in the group was hauled to the surface by a windlass while seated in a chair like contraption. Only one person at a time could make the trip and on this occasion my friend had drawn the short straw and was the last to be pulled up.
As the last but one person was lifted off from what was a vast underground cavern, my friends helmet light flickered several times and finally went out. He was left sitting in the profound darkness of an underground chamber but was relaxed in the knowledge that the "chair" would return to lift him out -eventually.
He painted a word picture of himself sitting in the blackness with the sound of falling water echoing from the walls of the cavern, the occasional clatter of falling stone and a profound sense of being alone. He would explain at this point that in a situation like this your life is entirely in the hands of "them up top".
He goes on " As I sat there, I fancied I could see – now and again – a faint light flickering in my peripheral vision but when I turned to look in the direction of the light it disappeared." Gradually though, the light becomes stronger and it seemed to be coming nearer flickering as a candle would. This cannot be possible my friend explains, I was the only person in that pothole so who was carrying that light?
My friend is not the sort of person to be intimidated, he is a down to earth scientist – a mathematician expert in aerodynamics and probably the UK's leading expert on the Russian ekranoplan, a devout atheist and scoffer of the paranormal yet he admits that as the light gets ever closer the hairs on the back of his neck begin to stand.
With a clatter the rescue "chair" arrives and in the dark he straps himself in, yanks the rope to signal "lift" and begins his ascent. On his way up he looks down and sees the flame stationary where he had previously been sitting.
He looks around us goggled eyed lot over our pints at our table in The Black Horse and remarks "I was a little relieved", and we believed him!
Rik