The tiny church of St. Leonard is the main focus of the hamlet of Chapel-le-Dale, four miles north of Ingleton. In the churchyard are the remains of several well-known caving pioneers as well as the bodies of many who died building the Ribblehead viaduct.
The pool at the foot of the pot is a 'window' into the Weathercote to God's Bridge completely flooded cave system. The rope to help divers descend can be seen along the mud slope on the right. It's easy to descend with it, but you get filthy. In the 19th century the local farmer charged threepence to descend, where he would throw stones into the dark pool to listen to the sounds of the Hurtle Pot Boggart.
It's a remarkable place. Throw in a stone, wait a few seconds and the deep groaning of spirits within will bubble and gargle in the pool. Folk in days gone by would leave this place well alone. I love it.
The normally dry bed of the beck leads up towards Jingle Pot and Weathercote. A lovely karst environment rich in wild garlic and other lime-loving plants. The diver 'hanging in space' was somewhere beneath this section!!
Approaching Jingle Pot and the 'dry' waterfall, long since abandoned as now the water makes its way underground. It is active only when the caves below can't take all the water, and was starting to become so as the afternoon wore on.
Jingle Pot is rustic and beautiful, encrusted with mosses, ferns and wild garlic, and covered in a jumble of moss-covered branches. I wouldn't like to fall in, though.
Throwing stones into this pot produces deep rumbling sounds - so it doesn't just jingle! Again, it's another 'window' into the Chapel Beck flooded cave system.
It was throwing it down by this point. A small cavern at the western end admits a delicate waterfall into Jingle Pot, and the fallen trees add a sense of drama.
Nothing, however, can compare to what lies around the corner, protected by a wall and in the private grounds of Weathercote House. Weathercote Cave sees Chapel Beck thundering for a few seconds into a massive chasm, over 130 feet deep, before rushing underground to Jingle and Hurtle Pots. This spot has been described as being 'without rival in England.'