Moel Fferna is quite a straightforward mine to get into and to exit, but about 8 years ago Ed and myself had a bad experiance which could have ended with a cave rescue.
Luckily it did not and we often have a good laugh about it nowdays, but at the time it was quite frightening.
Anyway, a friend of ours which I will refer to as Mr X which was really interested in the written history of slate mines had asked us to take him down Moel Fferna. He said he would be ok on ropes.
We entered the mine using a 19mm knotted rope, a safety line and another for for just in case.
Got down no problem and had a good look around.
Then it was time to get out. Ed climbed to the top first to be followed by Mr X.
There was a steel barrel at the bottom of the pit at that time and Mr X was standing on it and just could not climb the knotted rope, even without being by helped by the safety rope. He really pannicked and got into a state saying wanted me to get the Mountain/cave rescue to get him out.
So I quickly tied the safety rope around his chest under his arms, then onto his harrness belt and shouted at Ed 'pull on the safety rope as if you were pulling a bear off your Grandmother' (an old Welsh saying).
So Ed put the rope around the tree at the top and pulled as I was pushing Mr X up with my shoulder.
Up Mr X went as I was shoving him an Ed's pulling with all our might.
When we got about half way up Mr X was absolutely terrified and had let go of the knotted rope by now was spinning around on the streching rope every time I was climbing up to get a grip for my feet for pushing him up with my shoulder.
But believe me we were going up pretty quick as we wanted to get the job done without the embaresing involvement of cave rescue.
When I reached the top there was Ed with sweat running down his hair and face thrugh the physical effort of pulling the rope. Mr X quickly recovered from the experiance, and we had a tour of the surface workings.
It was a situation that could have ended bad, but luckily it was sorted, and we all get a bloody good laugh when we talk about it.
Bellach dim ond swn y gwynt yn chwibian, lle bu gynt yr engan ar cynion yn tincian.