The Friday night activity of our big weekend last November (I'm sure it was November). Some big fucken tunnel under Sheffield, every man and his dog have done it. Anyway, I could wax lyrical for a long time on the problems we encountered that night, not least our balls-deep ballsup of just trying to skip all the checkpoints and going for the main chamber from the outfall. Freddie was all for swimming it, us with our bags of kit and torches, not so much. Suffice to say we made it or I wouldn't have this random assortment of artsome photographs for you now.