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 very large hole with a devious exit.
Into previously unexplored territory to see if the Oakley Dokely is what it’s all about.
Highlight of 2012. Would love to go back, but that ain’t happening any time soon. Title cryptic enough?
Floor B catwalk, Cwmorthin mine. Formerly someone’s journey to work, now a catwalk for the leisure classes.
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.
Afterwards, nothing would quite be the same again…
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.