Got back late last night from Alex's fantastic wedding in Italy. The idea was to purge myself of all the alcohol that had mostly replaced my blood, with a nice romp across tussocks to the Coburn tunnel airshaft then over Brown Knoll. However, someone had replaced the nice dry hard ground with knee deep peat while I've been away - has it been raining?
A crevasse in the peat, probably contains thirty sheep and a handful of ramblers.
Coburn air shaft.
A crevasse in the peat, probably contains thirty sheep and a handful of ramblers.
Coburn air shaft.
The shaft close up, unfortunately the gate is locked so you can't go in and look down the shaft.
The inside, it emits a really spooky noise that makes you very frustrated to not be able to look down it.
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