Visited with Slipdrix.
It's not the hardest explore I've ever done (that would go to Redcar), but more than any other this is a true coming of age. Though I will never stop exploring, doing a power station feels like a final frontier crossed for me; the last type of explore I had yet to conquer. Whilst I could perhaps have opted for Belgium or somewhere like that, I never did for various reasons. I've done Lostock Power Station, that's true, but that doesn't really feel like it counts because it's a local power station so to say, not a national one. Conquering one on my home turf feels even more amazing, even if it was far easier than expected. I mean, far, far easier. After our previous successes, we were riding at the peak of our powers. Secretly I thought after our past successes, we would never do this. But we did.
With no car, we ended up taxiing it to Ironbridge. The taxi driver dropped us at the main gate, where I think we had our only view of security; two people inside the gatehouse. Maybe; we didn't hang about.
The reward was beyond what I could have asked for.
It's strange to walk through a power station, seeing the power gauges all at zero.
Every once in a while you'd hear a part of the power station fire up and then shortly shut off after. Why? Was it security? We didn't know, so it could get unnerving.
Look closely to the right, and you can see where there was a fire a few years ago which was never repaired. As a result in its twilight years Ironbridge operated well under capacity.
Having shot the turbine hall, we moved onto the back part. Here was nearly as photogenic, but harder to get around because the boilers were leaking. Walking around wasn't pleasant, having to avoid stepping in filthy ankle deep water.
Our last mission was to find the control room, which we couldn't find. A quick call to Bigjobs and we knew where we were going. Slipdrix led the way and we gave it a shot.
As a compromise, all we could get was this :-(
So there we have it. Slipdrix did suggest we check out the cooling towers and chimney, but by this point I was too tired. And what was to suggest they wouldn't be locked after this place hit the papers? So, we snuck back out again, still not a soul in sight. Back out where we came from, we walked back into Ironbridge to wait for a taxi. Past the security cabin, we see no lights on and no sign of anyone whatsoever. Were we really alone? From the hours past, there's not a lot to suggest otherwise. What a trip it's been.
Thanks for reading. Love as always,
TBM x
It's not the hardest explore I've ever done (that would go to Redcar), but more than any other this is a true coming of age. Though I will never stop exploring, doing a power station feels like a final frontier crossed for me; the last type of explore I had yet to conquer. Whilst I could perhaps have opted for Belgium or somewhere like that, I never did for various reasons. I've done Lostock Power Station, that's true, but that doesn't really feel like it counts because it's a local power station so to say, not a national one. Conquering one on my home turf feels even more amazing, even if it was far easier than expected. I mean, far, far easier. After our previous successes, we were riding at the peak of our powers. Secretly I thought after our past successes, we would never do this. But we did.
With no car, we ended up taxiing it to Ironbridge. The taxi driver dropped us at the main gate, where I think we had our only view of security; two people inside the gatehouse. Maybe; we didn't hang about.
The reward was beyond what I could have asked for.
It's strange to walk through a power station, seeing the power gauges all at zero.
Every once in a while you'd hear a part of the power station fire up and then shortly shut off after. Why? Was it security? We didn't know, so it could get unnerving.
Look closely to the right, and you can see where there was a fire a few years ago which was never repaired. As a result in its twilight years Ironbridge operated well under capacity.
Having shot the turbine hall, we moved onto the back part. Here was nearly as photogenic, but harder to get around because the boilers were leaking. Walking around wasn't pleasant, having to avoid stepping in filthy ankle deep water.
Our last mission was to find the control room, which we couldn't find. A quick call to Bigjobs and we knew where we were going. Slipdrix led the way and we gave it a shot.
As a compromise, all we could get was this :-(
So there we have it. Slipdrix did suggest we check out the cooling towers and chimney, but by this point I was too tired. And what was to suggest they wouldn't be locked after this place hit the papers? So, we snuck back out again, still not a soul in sight. Back out where we came from, we walked back into Ironbridge to wait for a taxi. Past the security cabin, we see no lights on and no sign of anyone whatsoever. Were we really alone? From the hours past, there's not a lot to suggest otherwise. What a trip it's been.
Thanks for reading. Love as always,
TBM x
