The Winchester

Given our lack of ability to find this on the basis that we knew what end of town it was in and that you could hear it roar as you walked over the lid, this was eventually remarkably easy. The Manchester contingent of Nckt, Concrete Jungle and Eotech had arrived earlier in the evening and we started the evening with another pleasant but photoless roam around the middle reaches of the Tyburn.

Arches

As well as copious amounts of Lucozade and stories of Manchester rooptops and general urban antics, another thing brought down from the North West of England was a road name that would lead to Crypt. Despite the road being over a mile long, by change I pulled into an available parking space, Eotech jumped out of the car for a piss, and the lid just happened to be there. Quite simply the luckiest we’ve ever been when it comes to finding lids. 7 in the chamber was a few too many for convenience, so Neb and Chris departed to return in the week. We spent a couple of hours in here, but none of my photos please me sufficiently. I will return!

Lighting inadequacies

Crypt is a fancy feature. Evidently named for it’s underground arches, it takes the feeds of two navigable pipes and collects them together to take to the outfall. Given the shapes here, it’s a nightmare to light effectively.

‘Curved Brick’

‘Doing it Wrong‘

‘Putney Extension‘