Members of the public tend to be a bit of a nuisance to explorers, restrictive, intrusive and interfering. They are usually the only thing standing between you and a clean, and undetected entry. Usually their lingering presence is simply the result of a curiosity towards you, as standing in the rain at two in the morning outside a derelict factory is somewhat abnormal. Thankfully, most will shrug you off as a weirdo and carry on, as they have more important things to be dealing with.

It had been almost four months since i last crept through or climbed the unknown. The fear of legal repercussion grounding me, causing my inaction, the suffering forever engraved in my mind. It was something that i could not, and still have not shaken. For me, the adventures in London were over, my trump card used, as were my excuses. Yet something still remained, that desire to once again risk it all for that unique experience and reward. I know now that only one thing could cleanse that from my mind, and that’s death. I needed an outlet, some way to satisfy this desire but with London’s capital now off limits i was forced to look further afield. America.

We sat at the metro stop, totally exhausted from the night’s activities and a day of being lame tourists. I felt like spreading out a nearby paper and going to sleep right there, but we had one more goal to achieve, the Williamsburg bridge.

The final stage on our ‘Epic’ 08 road trip. After climbing the Newport Lift Bridge our adrenaline was through the roof. We certainly were not going to be getting any sleep any time soon so we headed towards the Transporter Bridge.

I’ve always wanted to climb a bridge. Mainly for the views but also to take in the sheer construction wow factor that comes with it. This trip therefore started with the aim to climb bridges. Two in fact. The Newport Lifting Bridge and the Transporter Bridge located in Middlesbrough.

Described as “The one internationally recognised Scottish landmark”.

At 2.5 km in length, with three 340 ft cantilever structures, several mammoth spans and foundations constructed under compressed air the Forth bridge is not to be taken lightly. At its peak, approximately 4,600 workers were employed in its construction and by the time the Prince of Wales hammered the final rivet in on the 4th march 1890 almost 100 workers had died and over 500 had been injured.