Visited with that cheeky chappy, Carlin in 2008
It is sometimes said that we do not see that which is directly under our nose, but in the case of Leeds, it is directly under your feet.
Beneath the city there exists an underworld of vast meandering and inter-connected tunnels and culverts ostensibly created as a conduit for the utilities and services required by the modern and thriving Edwardian era.
This explore truly is remarkable. The intricacies of the miles of construction and endless pattern of the brickwork become strangely photogenic when illumined by torchlight.
The trickling water is knee deep, and you are always aware of the muffled sound of traffic trundling past overhead. The temperature was unpleasantly cold and certainly not a location to linger. Surprising then to discover traces of graffitti in a place where it was meant never to be seen.
Phil d tagged along too, he kept dropping his roll up and at one point we thought he had drowned retrieving it..
But being used to sewers Phil survived intact if not a little tarnished.