It looks fun when you arrive, but when you come out it has a whole different aura about it.
The floor inside is littered with the shenanigans of previous visitors.
Fireworks, pots and pans, cans and bottles all make appearances in defiance of the strict signage in place warning against that type of thing
One fire too many and the roof could come tumbling down with the heat effects on the rock.
It's happened before and it will happen again.
And if you're cold down there and don't want to light a fire, you could always have an improvised wank.
Just imagine he/she is called Lindsay or Leslie or something dual-gender. See RichardB for more details...
All around the edges the stone is dressed beautifully, with the seam of crumbling shale above.
Stark warning of how dodgy the roofs are down there. This piece is maybe a foot from the ceiling it was once part of.
Scary stuff, especially when you consider mine and Zimbob's bags were kept under there. My petrol station SearchBlaster could've been crushed.
More chunks of displaced stone
Down the tunnel of deads.
A bizarre combo of natural light, torch light and the odd bit of flash gave this pic some interesting colours on the different types and patches of stone.