Explored with JuJu
The area around my self seem to have quite a number of little reservoirs. Most of them the overflow is clearly visible on satellite view. But that did not deter myself and JuJu from taking a casual drive around on a sunny Saturday afternoon in the off-chance that we would find at least a small shitty draw off tunnel.
We ended up looking at only 3 before it starting pissing it down and only one of them had something slightly exciting to offer...
Stanford Reservoir:
So a pleasant walk around the reservoir, and we bump into an angler, who tells us that were only allowed to be near the reservoir with a permit issued by Severn Trent. Oh well.. so we carry on our quite muddy and probably more effort than needed walk.
This walk seems to go on for quite some time, I think I massively underestimated the distance between the portal and the car. But it wasn't too long after the fisherman that we heard the rushing of a weir which formed part of the reservoirs overflow.
A couple of little bridges to cross and we get to the overflow channel which runs behind the reservoirs wall..
We eventually get to the portal that is photographed further up this report and make our way into quite a spacious 250M long tunnel, that has a left turn inside of it.
As you notice on the inside of the tunnel, and close to the draw off tower it is gated. I don't quite understand why they would gate the tunnel that far in when they could have gated up the portal.
And here is the draw off tower it self.
We opted a slightly different walk back, over an old disused railway line, and on the way back we met one of the strangest guys... on a field in the middle of nowhere, a key chewing, could hardly understand a word he said type of bloke appeared and started asking us about the reservoir and once again telling us we need a permit to be there. He must have also walked a very long way, but what a strange bloke.
The area around my self seem to have quite a number of little reservoirs. Most of them the overflow is clearly visible on satellite view. But that did not deter myself and JuJu from taking a casual drive around on a sunny Saturday afternoon in the off-chance that we would find at least a small shitty draw off tunnel.
We ended up looking at only 3 before it starting pissing it down and only one of them had something slightly exciting to offer...
Stanford Reservoir:
This took us a good amount of walking to get too. in hindsight we should have just dumped the car outside of the house at the end of what appeared to be a private driveway. As not to be too bait we parked some distance away... we knew it was worth it as we saw a big gaping hole!
So a pleasant walk around the reservoir, and we bump into an angler, who tells us that were only allowed to be near the reservoir with a permit issued by Severn Trent. Oh well.. so we carry on our quite muddy and probably more effort than needed walk.
This walk seems to go on for quite some time, I think I massively underestimated the distance between the portal and the car. But it wasn't too long after the fisherman that we heard the rushing of a weir which formed part of the reservoirs overflow.
A couple of little bridges to cross and we get to the overflow channel which runs behind the reservoirs wall..
We eventually get to the portal that is photographed further up this report and make our way into quite a spacious 250M long tunnel, that has a left turn inside of it.
As you notice on the inside of the tunnel, and close to the draw off tower it is gated. I don't quite understand why they would gate the tunnel that far in when they could have gated up the portal.
And here is the draw off tower it self.
We opted a slightly different walk back, over an old disused railway line, and on the way back we met one of the strangest guys... on a field in the middle of nowhere, a key chewing, could hardly understand a word he said type of bloke appeared and started asking us about the reservoir and once again telling us we need a permit to be there. He must have also walked a very long way, but what a strange bloke.
