Contrats to the members of Place Hacking, for climbing the Shard on this Olympic year, I would love to see your website but at the time of writing it has melted.
Looking at the BBC website, your stars - rather you than me dudes and I get the feeling you have a fan at The Telegraph.
Credit where credit is due, amazing - that takes some balls !!!
Just a thought - if you city dudes keep embarrassing London in security lapses (one guard!!) are we going to get a backlash from the Government ?
Urbex Shitstorms - Feb 2012
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Monday, 9 April 2012
Bolton (birds eye view) Part 2
Part two of my ongoing series of pictures of Bolton from above, this set not taken from the plane but taken from the top of Bolton Parish Church tower.
First off a picture of Bolton Town Hall that does differ from the norm.
The top of Crompton Place and Yates Wine Lodge.
- A few tilt-shifts of Bolton Town Centre.
Shifnal Street, Bolton.
St. Peters Way, Bolton.
Prestons of Bolton (clock tower on right of picture).
Picture House Apartments and Bolton County Grammar Apartments.
Bow Street, Bolton.
B&Q, Bolton.
Smith Knight Fay, Bolton.
More to follow, but you might want to take a look at part 1 taken from the plane.
First off a picture of Bolton Town Hall that does differ from the norm.
The top of Crompton Place and Yates Wine Lodge.
- A few tilt-shifts of Bolton Town Centre.
Shifnal Street, Bolton.
St. Peters Way, Bolton.
Prestons of Bolton (clock tower on right of picture).
Picture House Apartments and Bolton County Grammar Apartments.
Bow Street, Bolton.
B&Q, Bolton.
Smith Knight Fay, Bolton.
More to follow, but you might want to take a look at part 1 taken from the plane.
Sunday, 8 April 2012
The Games Factory, Lancashire
Easter weekend, the weather is crap, damp, cold - the usual weather for any holiday weekend in England, summer had come early this year and ended as soon as it arrived. Urban Spaceman, my usual exploring partner, had fled the country in anticipation of the onset of rain for the holidays and I was kicking my feet knowing that with the change of weather my aerial photography session on the Monday had pretty much gone tits up.
With Mrs Hunter off shopping I got her to throw me out of the car on the outskirts of a local town.
So off I go and with a sign like this, you have to go in don't you ??
Didn't look too bad, I don't do solo explores but it wasn't a bad little area, a semi country rural-ish spot halfway between two ex-mill towns.
Then I got inside, what a mess, totally goosed
As I progressed deeper into the building my nerves settled and I felt at ease with my surroundings, I could see some graffiti at the other end of the building and then the sound of a scuffing footstep echoed from the direction of the graffiti I was heading towards.
I paused for a moment, thinking perhaps a fellow Urbexer or perhaps a graff artist and then heard a rasping cough in the shadows in front of me, and then again.
Calmly I took a few steps back, I could see him ? Sat on the floor at the other end of the building, he knew I was here, he must do with the crunching of slates under my feet.
I went to leave the building and the rain was tumbling down, I was totally unprepared for this, two expensive cameras and it was either sit it out or hope the cameras would take the downpour.
I lingered at the door way and thought I'd contemplate over a cigerette, conscious of the run in I'd had the other week with a drunken tramp in Manchester, I had backup that time when Urban Spaceman came to my help - even if was just moral backup.
Hang on, he's gone ? I stood listening intently and all I could hear was the slow dripping of water behind me, so I waited and waited - still no sound from him, so I moved forward towards the far end of the building.
Best foot forward into his lair, all sense of fear or self doubt gone.
Hang on, the floor was different, cleanly swept.
Shit, I had entered someone's home, someone who had disappeared into the shadows, someone who knew every inch and shadow of the building, someone who knows I'm here !!!
I looked around at what lay in this empty part of the building, a large expanse of the cleanly swept warehouse, a bed, an ashtray and all this persons worldly goods. I had no wish to upset this person or play a game of Connect 4.
I looked around one last time and slowly left.
I will leave the place unnamed.
With Mrs Hunter off shopping I got her to throw me out of the car on the outskirts of a local town.
So off I go and with a sign like this, you have to go in don't you ??
Didn't look too bad, I don't do solo explores but it wasn't a bad little area, a semi country rural-ish spot halfway between two ex-mill towns.
Then I got inside, what a mess, totally goosed
As I progressed deeper into the building my nerves settled and I felt at ease with my surroundings, I could see some graffiti at the other end of the building and then the sound of a scuffing footstep echoed from the direction of the graffiti I was heading towards.
I paused for a moment, thinking perhaps a fellow Urbexer or perhaps a graff artist and then heard a rasping cough in the shadows in front of me, and then again.
Calmly I took a few steps back, I could see him ? Sat on the floor at the other end of the building, he knew I was here, he must do with the crunching of slates under my feet.
I went to leave the building and the rain was tumbling down, I was totally unprepared for this, two expensive cameras and it was either sit it out or hope the cameras would take the downpour.
I lingered at the door way and thought I'd contemplate over a cigerette, conscious of the run in I'd had the other week with a drunken tramp in Manchester, I had backup that time when Urban Spaceman came to my help - even if was just moral backup.
Hang on, he's gone ? I stood listening intently and all I could hear was the slow dripping of water behind me, so I waited and waited - still no sound from him, so I moved forward towards the far end of the building.
Best foot forward into his lair, all sense of fear or self doubt gone.
Hang on, the floor was different, cleanly swept.
Shit, I had entered someone's home, someone who had disappeared into the shadows, someone who knew every inch and shadow of the building, someone who knows I'm here !!!
I looked around at what lay in this empty part of the building, a large expanse of the cleanly swept warehouse, a bed, an ashtray and all this persons worldly goods. I had no wish to upset this person or play a game of Connect 4.
I looked around one last time and slowly left.
I will leave the place unnamed.
Saturday, 7 April 2012
Stuff I've spotted from the plane - Part 1
Back to aerial photography, not had some aerial pictures on the blog of late - I'm currently sat this Easter weekend with my fingers crossed for the Easter Monday weather to be good so I can go for a flight (not a chance !).
The good thing about a blog is sometimes you can post a group of pictures that perhaps might never see the light of day, putting them on my blog as a small collection people get to see what I see, photographs of the unseen parts of Britain.
The new fashion of intergrating GPS into cameras would be of major use to me, as given the speed of flight and the number of photos I take, many of the following I can't identify the locations, I don't have a clue.
One or two have been given a "tilt-shift" finish, so here we go, I will try and give a county or town where I can.
First off is a listen post type place hidden by trees, I took this one on the way to Raf Duxford, its located in the Lincolnshire area.
Cambridgeshire ???
This next one I do know, Scout Moor, Edenfield, Lancashire
Ramsbottom, Helmshore ? Its that kind of area.
Rivington Pike, Lancashire.
The Mormon Temple, Chorley, Lancashire.
Had to post this, as its a local landmark, the disused Darcy Lever viaduct in Bolton, people drive under it, Urbexers climb it, but I've never seen a picture of the old girl from the air.
Yorkshire, a little set from an industrial site we flew over on a trip to Northumberland.
Another quarry, it has a pool of water with worryingly strange colour.
But is it toxic ?
Final pic, I just don't have a clue, at a wild, wild guess South Yorkshire.
More to follow, but you might want to have a gander at a few location specific posts of mine such as
Whittingham Asylum - from the air
The Lake District - from the air
Northumberland - from the air
The good thing about a blog is sometimes you can post a group of pictures that perhaps might never see the light of day, putting them on my blog as a small collection people get to see what I see, photographs of the unseen parts of Britain.
The new fashion of intergrating GPS into cameras would be of major use to me, as given the speed of flight and the number of photos I take, many of the following I can't identify the locations, I don't have a clue.
One or two have been given a "tilt-shift" finish, so here we go, I will try and give a county or town where I can.
First off is a listen post type place hidden by trees, I took this one on the way to Raf Duxford, its located in the Lincolnshire area.
Cambridgeshire ???
This next one I do know, Scout Moor, Edenfield, Lancashire
Ramsbottom, Helmshore ? Its that kind of area.
Rivington Pike, Lancashire.
The Mormon Temple, Chorley, Lancashire.
Had to post this, as its a local landmark, the disused Darcy Lever viaduct in Bolton, people drive under it, Urbexers climb it, but I've never seen a picture of the old girl from the air.
Yorkshire, a little set from an industrial site we flew over on a trip to Northumberland.
Another quarry, it has a pool of water with worryingly strange colour.
But is it toxic ?
Final pic, I just don't have a clue, at a wild, wild guess South Yorkshire.
More to follow, but you might want to have a gander at a few location specific posts of mine such as
Whittingham Asylum - from the air
The Lake District - from the air
Northumberland - from the air
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