What i wrote on this back in 2007 was so bad (like much on this site) i had to remove it. One day ill get round to re-writing it, but for now, be satisfied with the pictures.

The River Fleet, the grail of London. The first stop for any drainer passing through our sleepy shores. Its astonishing mix of large tunnels, gigantic chambers, intriguing features and historical value is enough to make even the strongest of men weak at the knees.

I think its fair to say that with experience over the years, i have become more aware of the dangers of draining, knowing when and when not to descend under a city. When i began there was little in terms of community, Jon Doe & Stoop of Sub-urban the only real participants involved. Given i could be anybody, a total stranger, it wouldn’t have been fair to ask the two for handouts, leaving me two options, go alone, or go home.

There is more to England’s sewers than London they say. Well sure, i guess every town has a sewer system of some sort, but are they any good? That’s what counts. Today we visited one such system located in the ‘fabulous’ town of Brighton, that was not only good, but was well on par, if not better then some of what London has to offer.

Eggs End

God this drain was turning out to be a bit of a curse. We had two pitiful attempts to get in here only succeeding on the third. Well last night we finally got it done, and although it was small trip it turned out to be a good night out.

Ok so its not a shiny new undisovered piece of exploration. Its been done before. Quite a few times actually, even by myself. However, the last time I visited was with almost thirty people. It was crowded, there were queues to take pictures, and no matter how long you waited, there was always someone waving a torch at your camera. So pictures werent really an option. Two years later we decided to return.