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Visited with Conrad + a non member.
Well it's the morning after an alcohol-fueled Saturday night...We've just had about 6 hours sleep after hitting Bristol's shittest club, where Conrad lost his marbles and kept buying us jugs of green cocktail and we all ended up super pickled!
After leaving the guesthouse, settling my malfunctioning gizzard (god bless Morrisons' toilets - curse Fosters, VK and weird cocktails) and getting a fry up, we finally get to the derp albeit feeling a bit fragile...
History wise the quarry dates back to the early 1800s and was the last of it's kind to use ponies. You can still see their tracks in places.
It's a remarkable site in that it's very much public and well trodden, yet very well preserved, with little to no vandalism. How all places should be really, in a perfect world. We'd heard different things from different people regarding size, stability, etc. It does have a dodgy feel to it - melon sized slithers of rock hang from the ceiling by a thread in places and you can see where there's been significant falls in the past. The place is actually really quite big, I think we spent over 4 hours inside before Conrad had to catch his train back t'up North.
In photos, the place looks much the same, so I don't have many of them.
Another entrance. Being us, we took a much more complex route in through a small vertical slit!
With splore buddy Mr.Pb. Conrad was fiddling with his tripod out of view.
Beauty of an old crane, still standing.
Video footage (shows way more than my pictures do):
Decent bit of underground exploring on the whole! Was nice to get out of the wind and crap West Country weather! Excellent hangover cure too!
Thanks for looking!
Well it's the morning after an alcohol-fueled Saturday night...We've just had about 6 hours sleep after hitting Bristol's shittest club, where Conrad lost his marbles and kept buying us jugs of green cocktail and we all ended up super pickled!
After leaving the guesthouse, settling my malfunctioning gizzard (god bless Morrisons' toilets - curse Fosters, VK and weird cocktails) and getting a fry up, we finally get to the derp albeit feeling a bit fragile...History wise the quarry dates back to the early 1800s and was the last of it's kind to use ponies. You can still see their tracks in places.
It's a remarkable site in that it's very much public and well trodden, yet very well preserved, with little to no vandalism. How all places should be really, in a perfect world. We'd heard different things from different people regarding size, stability, etc. It does have a dodgy feel to it - melon sized slithers of rock hang from the ceiling by a thread in places and you can see where there's been significant falls in the past. The place is actually really quite big, I think we spent over 4 hours inside before Conrad had to catch his train back t'up North.
In photos, the place looks much the same, so I don't have many of them.
Another entrance. Being us, we took a much more complex route in through a small vertical slit!
With splore buddy Mr.Pb. Conrad was fiddling with his tripod out of view.
Beauty of an old crane, still standing.
Video footage (shows way more than my pictures do):
Decent bit of underground exploring on the whole! Was nice to get out of the wind and crap West Country weather! Excellent hangover cure too!
Thanks for looking!
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