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  1. I started using Happyshopper playing Quake 3 in sixth form. Happyshopper Killing Spree! made me grin like the Cheshire Cat every time, not to mention the shouts around the room "Who the fuck is Happyshopper?!". Then I adopted it for my Steam ID for Counterstrike, then more or less everything else afterwards. I've been using the same cookie monster avatar since I was about 14 though, that's been around longer
  2. Really interesting stuff, the mold makes it I think
  3. The operating theatre looks well worth the effort
  4. Fantastic set Gina, love the colours!
  5. It's a nice place mate, not big - perhaps a 2-3 hours round trip - but a lovely little mine if you're in the area Cheers all
  6. After seeing Paul's report I knew it was about time I got back under ground. He made the place look pretty special, after all. With that in mind I got in contact with the land owner and arranged a visit at Holme Bank. He's a really top bloke, provided a great survey of the mine and also agreed to be the emergency contact in case we didn't get out on schedule. Couldn't have asked for more really. Since it was a permission visit I turned up with the wife, who has accompanied me into Box Quarry a couple of times in the past as well. After a [what must be] record amount of rainfall recently water was dripping into the mine from above more or less throughout - I was so very glad I brought a hat - but at least underground the weather doesn't affect you much unless you're draining. After locking the gate behind us I immediately headed down to one of the flooded sections of the mine that run along the whole Eastern length of the underground. I was surprised to find a large number of pipes, both large and small, running along of many of the passageways, and wading into the water slightly I spied what I imagine was the top of a fairly deep shaft with some heavy duty pipes popping up nearby. I can only assume all this was to help pump water out from the workings while they were still in use. I've since been told the pipes were most likely used for compressed air to run the mining tools. Always learning. 1. A passageway heading down into the flood, flanked by packed stone walls After returning to the main passage we headed down the rail tracks to a junction with a winch and a nice cart still in situ. I don't know if the graffiti is original but it certainly matches the paint found elsewhere in the mine. 2. Winched by jamescharlick, on Flickr Down by the cart, notice the pipes running along the ceiling, and on the right branch the tracks have been pulled up as the tunnel falls into another flooded section. 3. Tunnel Vision by jamescharlick, on Flickr At the edge of the water, again with the tunnel roof gradually lowering into the water, you can see a fall in the foreground. Made up of deads - small blocks of debris left when useful stone is removed from the mine, they are piled to form the packwalls of the tunnels and run through the majority of the mine. Because of the age of the mine, in several areas the packwalls have collapsed back into the passageways as the mine settles. 4. End Of The Road by jamescharlick, on Flickr At this point we realised that I'd taken up a whole lot of time shooting the very first part of the mine. At this rate we'd never see the rest, so we pushed on to the far end before stopping for lunch. Dry stone pillars as roof supports are a common feature of this mine, usually of single blocks piled in order of size. Eventually had mining continued I believe the gaps would have been filled, adding extra support and making the wide space into narrow pack walled tunnels to match what we had seen elsewhere in the mine. On the left you can see the furthest end face of the mine. Because this wall is not packed with deads you can clearly see the streaks of chert running through the rock. 5. A Maze Of Stone And Shadows by jamescharlick, on Flickr After refueling we headed into the Western side of the mine, which was mostly similar to what we had already seen but with fewer features save for chains dangling from the ceiling in various places! We headed to the North West gate to take a quick look at the external quarry before heading back down and around the South. 6. More examples of the dry stone roof supports At this point it was time to head back outside, have a quick look at the external workings above ground, and call to let people know we were out safely. And after suffering 4 hours of underground exploring it was the wife's turn for a little payback - time for some wool shopping! At that moment I was so glad we made it out in plenty of time to get to the shops. You bet I was.
  7. The final day of our summer expedition was spent largely mooching around Powerstation IM - A huge derelict coal-fired power station in Belgium. Apologies for a lack of images, my tripod had broken the day before so I can only give you a taster of this huge site. You'll just have to visit in person to see more. This being the final day of a 7 day trip we were all a little fatigued so when we headed for the cooling tower to begin I just couldn't work up the enthusiasm for getting wet and muddy going underneath to get that shot. Lending my wellies to Me Two I headed into the cooling tower proper, there to seemingly wait an eternity for Me Two and Subversive to emerge. At least the slots between gangways allowed for hurling some abuse their way while we waited. Colossus by jamescharlick, on Flickr After making a short jog across the river we headed inside and up to the main level with all the generators and such. If you've never been inside a power station before you might assume the behemothic cooling towers outside are going to be the largest spaces you will encounter. You'll soon realise however that you're very wrong. As soon as you walk into the turbine halls, in fact. Huge spaces with ceilings receding off upwards somewhere high above you which only accentuates the space and the scale of the turbines themselves. Generator by jamescharlick, on Flickr Heading upwards towards the main control room, I realised quite how tired my legs were after days of non-stop exploring. Another level? Ok. Ow. One more? Great. Ow. Not this one then? Wonderful. Ow. Rusty Décadence by jamescharlick, on Flickr The control room is pretty much in tact, but very hard to photograph because of the location of the windows. I might fight with that image later on, but I doubt it. It's a very utilitarian space, rather tightly packed and not very photogenic. The gangways and spaces surrounding it with the network of interconnected pipes however, although dark, are rather interesting and there are some nice features if you care to hunt them down. Rustopolis by jamescharlick, on Flickr Up again into the light once more and you find on the top levels shiny silver pipes and hoppers, an odd contrast to the grimy black of the layers below and the primary reds and blues of the turbines further down again. There's something to photograph in every direction. Left, right, up, down, I don't think a tired mind could cope with the options available here, and the combination of fatigued indifference and a buggered tripod meant I came away dissatisfied with my efforts to capture the space and features. Next time we'll hit this first. I think you need to. Sulzer X by jamescharlick, on Flickr From above we noticed another group of Urban Tourists had entered the turbine hall below us, and after a few minutes they joined us at the top for a chat before wandering off into the maze of pipes themselves. Fortunately heading down was much easier than up and we made it back to the car without incident. Almost time for the long drive home, save for some nearby trains. Choo chooooo. First report copied on here, let me know if I've done anything silly
  8. Jesus thinks I'm a cunt... So I guess you chaps have heard of me! Thanks for the warm welcome fellas
  9. A lot of you will know me from other forums or facebook, but regardless, a good day to you fellow forum dwellers. I've been doing this peeling paint / lonely chair / gas masked poser photography for a couple of years now. There are a few clichés left for me to tick off, but that's forgetfulness rather than lack of opportunity. I'm stuck in the countryside somewhere south of Birmingham. There are trees. I'm told it's lovely, but there's not a whole bunch to climb. Except the trees. Here are some teaser photos. Without trees. . . . . . . . . I'll whap some proper reports up over the weekend