No lower than Floor G, Cwmorthin.
The Rev Spungletrumpet exploring the agri-potential of the Antwerp underground on a night when we were free to roam and revisit pre-metro-sexual haunts. 24 hours later we awoke to find ourselves captives in the same location.
A long awaited return to Gaping Gill Main Chamber and the chance to see the Fell Beck waterfall in daylight this time, via the CPC winch down the main shaft.
Whatever happened to all the Hoovers? All the Shake-and-Vaccers? They watched their Rome burn
A very large hole with a devious exit.
Abandoned London tube station. Thanks to those who went before.
…when the crowd say Flo-Selecta! A second visit to the infall area.
Another temple of cellophane. Like coming home.
Featuring the kind of decoration associated with caves like Otter Hole, this unique drain ends in a petrified river of calcified vomit.
Into previously unexplored territory to see if the Oakley Dokely is what it’s all about.
A diversion on a 2009 roadtrip with Cogito