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Past the table, and through a short dog leg, we encountered the original cast iron blast door, still in-situ, and
one of the few remaining war time artefacts in the tunnel.
Some introductions: on the left is Phil, an urban explorer friend from Burton-Upon-Trent. Phil and I both
recced Cane Hill in the late nineties after I’d read about it on The One website - it was Phil’s return trip
after I’d been banging on about the hospital for the past couple of years.
Smorgy was there of course - she can’t resist the lure of dirty tunnels and derelict structures. Then again, as
a qualified structural surveyor, she’s very useful in ‘I wouldn’t trust that floor’ scenarios.
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