Then we calmed down and scrambled, shuffled, and grovelled our way back to the surface.
Thence it was but a short shuffle to the ladder climb and the passage back to daylight. On stripping off to get changed, the novices discovered the one last thing that every experienced caver knows. Wrapped up in fleeces and waterproof overalls you may be, but the muddy water leaves nowhere untouched. White underpants are never the same again after a caving trip.