Our first target on the manc-fester road trip. After setting off from the south and 5 hours driving we ended up at the reservoir near Gorton and headed towards our entrance. We passed what seemed like two massive railway vents. We climbed up and had a look down we couldn’t even see the bottom so we dropped stuff down. It took almost 8 seconds for the sticks to hit the bottom with a splash. Daaammnnn.

We found a possible entrance to these but they were bolted shut. Hmm another time. We continued on to the falls, and when we got there we realized we were defiantly not getting in this way. The cover had been stupidly secured. We counted over 20 different screws and bolts with anti lift beams. Luckily we had a backup entrance the other side so off we went.

After a small walk down the river we came to the syphon with water flowing out of it like a fountain. We headed up into the tunnel in the hills above and found out entrance. Now the cover was in a mess, it was old, rusty and someone had made a fire above it so we only managed to get it open just enough to squeeze under it and onto the crappiest ladder known to man. The handles had eroded away so much they were now twigs and only half remained. Defiantly not to be trusted we took our time firemaned it down the side and into a large red brick pipe with the lip down into the syphon of death just behind us.

Once we were all down we headed east towards the falls themselves and after 10 minutes of walking through the crustiest pipe we emerged into the chamber. My initial impression was i thought it was a little bit smaller then i had imagined it was still cool though don’t get me wrong. We spent a while setting up lighting and taking pictures before Dsankt ventured up and down the pipe, reporting back with news of another smaller falls at the other end.

We were about to go before we saw that the light was fading which we would need to find the works. So we headed back to the car and set off to the north.