AND AN EVER-DIMINISHING SPACE
BETWEEN THE ROOF AND US
Wight tells saweekend how he found himself with another diver, Vicky Bonwick, perched precariously on a ledge the size of a small kitchen table. They watched in horror as the roof began nudging down. “The inner workings of the cave had rearranged themselves,” he says. “We were stuck between the raging water and an ever-diminishing space between the roof and us.”
They faced a difficult decision: stay put and hope the roof wouldn’t cave in before rescue arrived, or make a break for freedom. The only way back out was to climb a rope through the jumble of rocks blocking the entrance – with the very real chance they could be crushed by rocks shifting as the water flooded in.
After five hours Wight decided to take his chances. “Vicky was catatonic, accepting our fate,” he says. “I was more resistant and finally said: ‘We’re going to have to do something.’ Running for it, with the risk of being skittled by a boulder, is a better option than letting the roof come down on our heads.”