A comedy boat trip, putrid slippery mud and shoals of crazed fish lay below the stairs.
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Way out West
Stories of cranes, trains and model planes…
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It’s no good for man to work in cages…
Object of desire: an intact headframe with cages jammed in place above a flooded mine shaft.
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Grail Trail
Afterwards, nothing would quite be the same again…
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have you seen my otter?
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.
© 2011 Mark Tanner
Adventures in Middle Earth
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
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Frome Here To There
An afternoon splashing around under Bristol, from the grimness of the Northern Foul Water Interceptor to the expansive Frome culverts.
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The Wheel of Misfortune
Delight at the discovery of a pretty unique slice of industrial archeology was muted after my tripod pitched forward and smashed my favourite lens.
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How much is that doggie in the path jar?
A small and inconsequential detail from the Horror Labs, Belgium, followed by the winners in perverse order…
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Furious Angels
A couple of chilled nights out above Bristol.
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“Boats are the transport of the Gods”
TM: Spungletrumpet. Three men, one boat. Crystal clear water, immaculately decorated passage and cherry cake once the mud and nettles are negotiated.
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What’s he building in there?
… we have a right to know. (Tom Waits) Three pre-metro-sexuals, fired up on a kilo of fried fish, slid down a rope to investigate project Pegasus…