Featuring the kind of decoration associated with caves like Otter Hole, this unique drain ends in a petrified river of calcified vomit.
Highlight of 2012. Would love to go back, but that ain’t happening any time soon. Title cryptic enough?
Stories of cranes, trains and model planes…
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.
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
An afternoon splashing around under Bristol, from the grimness of the Northern Foul Water Interceptor to the expansive Frome culverts.
The Wiltshire location that never stops giving. We were supposed to be going draining when a last minute phone call provided a much better distraction. The first shall be last to see this one, judging by subsequent events.
Behind the Red Door was a whole new world of giant fans, strip lights and electric buggies. As one door closed another opened and a further eight visits was to reveal all; slowly and deliciously we gorged on the “sublime … Continue reading
TM: Spungletrumpet. Three men, one boat. Crystal clear water, immaculately decorated passage and cherry cake once the mud and nettles are negotiated.
Thrills, chills and gut’s spilled. There’s lovely…
We’re hanging out with Shacklepot Neddy, undisturbed for over 50 years.