So here we have our next drain of the trip, Humble Howard. Not much to say about this one really, which is surprising given its size. Waders on, onwards to the steaming manhole.
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Lets face it, if your here chances are you already know or have heard of ”Confluence” aka, The Niagara Tailraces or The Supervillian Hideout. As such i don’t feel the need to go into the history, its already posted elsewhere and in greater detail then i ever could. If however history is your bag then the links at the bottom of the page will provide ample information to get you off.
Our journey in Wales was coming to a close. We had a little spare time before we had to return to London, so a quick visit to Dunkin’ Doe Nuts aka The River Ebbw Fawr was in order.
When exploring subterranean spaces, there is always the risk of danger. Sewers, are no exception to this rule, gases, disease, feral rodents, angry workers and the potential of flash floods. Most of these can be prevented by utilising common sense, no drains when it rains, taking gas meters, so on so forth, you’ve heard it all before.
I know i tend to rant on about the weather in England, but who doesn’t. Its generally crap and when draining that tends to be a bit of a problem. The infamous rule ‘when it rains, don’t go in drains’ is always audible when the heavens decide to dump their load on you. But at what stage is the rule supposed to be enforced?, how much water has to fall before you can officially call off any exploration into the dark and chunky? |
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