Comrade Spungle jugging out of a Welsh mine, look you…
A comedy boat trip, putrid slippery mud and shoals of crazed fish lay below the stairs.
Stories of cranes, trains and model planes…
Object of desire: an intact headframe with cages jammed in place above a flooded mine shaft.
After many years of patient waiting, the great steel door was finally opened and the construction of the monument revealed. It turned out that a bit of jiggery-ropery could have sorted access a decade ago.
We were coming to the end of our Spanish road trip, and it was clear that at some point, a bull would have to be climbed. The Basque Country was fast approaching, meaning the supply of accessible bulls would soon … Continue reading
Afterwards, nothing would quite be the same again…
Finding this place took a long time, entry required an ingenious combination of talents, and the reward was one of the most interesting and varied tunnels I’ve ever seen with countless straw stalactites and a treacle coloured floor.
Abandoned London tube station. Thanks to those who went before.
All that glisters is not gold; Often have you heard that told: Many a man his life hath sold But my outside to behold: Gilded tombs do worms enfold. The Merchant of Venice (Act II – Scene VII) Shakespeare
Half a mile into the Frome culvert we passed a mud beach on which a gigantic otter lay. The creature led us all the way down to the Stonegate screen.
The long-awaited chance to tackle the CRTT finally arrived. In the company of Spungletumpet, Rigsby, Bigjobs and AndyJ, we rappelled, climbed, swung, tiptoed and hauled our way through the heart of the Moelwyn mountains from Croesor to Rhosydd. Mark Tanner took … Continue reading