Place: St Andrews
Location: Bromley-By-Bow, London
Height: 95 metres (estimate)
Done with Mito
It had been a while. Long enough for me to put on a few pounds and for Mito to wonder if he could still legitimately call himself an explorer. Had we become ex-explorers? I didn’t think so. Life and circumstances may sometimes get in the way, but being an explorer is a state of mind, not a minimum number of explores to do each year. Still, after so long, we decided to leave the adrenaline-inducing security-heavy urban night explores we were used to for the more sedate pleasures of visiting an abandoned medical centre in quiet suburbia in a the middle of a week day. Unfortunately, as we drove past, we realised that the Buckston Browne Farm was infested with workmen already busy reconverting the abandoned buildings into, well, something habitable. We may have cursed our bad luck at the time, but fate must have stuck two fingers up to sedate explores on our behalf, and a few days later we were back on our way up a crane where we feel so comfortable and at home. That feeling of excitement as we climb up the ladders, this repetitive almost meditative rhythm of each step up, and the feeling of elation as we reach the top, and look around, on top of the world, with views that took our breath away. We had regained our dignity as explorers, eradicated any self-doubt we may have felt, and discovered a renewed enthusiasm for cranes, London, friendship, urban exploration, night-time adventures and life in general. We are well and truly back.
…drool…
Red star in the dark
Do I sound old if I call it the Millenium Dome?
Canary Wharf looking cool
I walk on there and I fly
Monumental Shard
My eye always goes back to the London Eye
Mito having a good time
Olympic Stadium and jib
Jib and Olympic Stadium
Jib and sky
WTF man shouldn’t you be in bed
Jib and cabin
Under the belly of the beast first episode
Under the belly of the beast second episode
Stairway to Mito
Location: Bromley-By-Bow, London
Height: 95 metres (estimate)
Done with Mito
It had been a while. Long enough for me to put on a few pounds and for Mito to wonder if he could still legitimately call himself an explorer. Had we become ex-explorers? I didn’t think so. Life and circumstances may sometimes get in the way, but being an explorer is a state of mind, not a minimum number of explores to do each year. Still, after so long, we decided to leave the adrenaline-inducing security-heavy urban night explores we were used to for the more sedate pleasures of visiting an abandoned medical centre in quiet suburbia in a the middle of a week day. Unfortunately, as we drove past, we realised that the Buckston Browne Farm was infested with workmen already busy reconverting the abandoned buildings into, well, something habitable. We may have cursed our bad luck at the time, but fate must have stuck two fingers up to sedate explores on our behalf, and a few days later we were back on our way up a crane where we feel so comfortable and at home. That feeling of excitement as we climb up the ladders, this repetitive almost meditative rhythm of each step up, and the feeling of elation as we reach the top, and look around, on top of the world, with views that took our breath away. We had regained our dignity as explorers, eradicated any self-doubt we may have felt, and discovered a renewed enthusiasm for cranes, London, friendship, urban exploration, night-time adventures and life in general. We are well and truly back.
…drool…
Red star in the dark
Do I sound old if I call it the Millenium Dome?
Canary Wharf looking cool
I walk on there and I fly
Monumental Shard
My eye always goes back to the London Eye
Mito having a good time
Olympic Stadium and jib
Jib and Olympic Stadium
Jib and sky
WTF man shouldn’t you be in bed
Jib and cabin
Under the belly of the beast first episode
Under the belly of the beast second episode
Stairway to Mito
