I'm not the greatest literary expert, but even the sound of the word 'Gormenghast' conjours up images of gloomy decay, which Mervyn Peake describes in his novels and one of my strongest caving memories is of sitting in that eponymous chamber at the end of Quaking Pot, desperately shoving Breakaway biscuits into my mouth trying …
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