Having recently spotted a promising part of this drain from the car I thought I was on to a previously unseen find here, but it turns out that @Kaplan reported on this back in 2012 (followed by @WB who reported from another stretch of the same brook). So, although it seems that they never named it, I defo can’t legitimately claim naming rights - although if I DID, this would be called ‘Xtal’, after the single Aphex Twin song we managed to enjoy from my phone’s weedy speaker before the battery gave out. (Waterproof Bluetooth speaker added to my Xmas list).
Visited with @Esoteric Eric , as is now customary…. As we stood in a dark North Sheffield backstreet, togged up in waders and backpacks like some kind of crazy organic Ghostbusters, I couldn’t help remarking that this is some proper shady hobby we have here (also: brilliant). Having climbed in and unpacked my bag I then found, to my annoyance, I’d forgotten to put the battery in my camera. Idiot! Total respect to Eric who gifted me full use of his battery (handy that we both use Nikon) in my camera on the way back (Spare battery added to my Xmas list). Pics here, therefore, tell the story of our return to our entry point (inevitably in a slight wrong order, just to keep you on your toes...).
This is where we began our return to our entry point, caged inside this metal outflow. (Is that you, @Ojay ?!)
The joy of pipes….
Down the small pipe for some hot sewage machine scenes...
Bricks...
The pipe on the right has been backfilled, to spoil your fun...
Welcome tunnel you can actually stand up in...
Somewhere around this point, as you can tell from the photos, me and my camera took a brief dunking as I lost a short fight with a bramble barrier.
st00ping low… (Spine realignment surgery added to my Xmas list)
And, finally, to the pub…
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