No greater expectation had ever been held for any of our visits than was the case for
this tale of woe. The anticipation of what wonders awaited us could be compared to
childhood memories of a sleepless Christmas eve, indeed neither myself nor the St00p
got more than three hours sleep prior to our visit. What should have been an astounding
trip to a five mile stretch of subterranean London waterway, left in its wake two sad,
defeated, exhausted explorers trying desperately to cling on to the expectations that
had inspired them in the first instance. 24 hours later, I must shoulder some
responsibility for our wasted efforts. My recce had been
rather lame, in the words of the St00p 'I'll give you 1
out of 10, and that's just because you bothered to come up here'.
Since that dreaful day we have returned and
explored many sections of the mighty Fleet Sewer.
