After a very cold cycle I find myself half asleep on the train. Nearly missing my stop and a tin of Relentless later I'm joined with yorkshire drainor LittleMike. The ice cold biting on, we head to the warmth of the Drains in Halifax.
Drabblecore is for the one who seeks Beauty behind the murkiness, epic stooping and sharp drops upstream. Props an Shit go to LittleMike and Dempsey (please correct me if im wrong) for finding this little number.
Derelict Mill at the start of Drabblecore
stooopey
le waterfall
"Hey Mike, what does NFI stand for?..."
"No Fucking Idea"
The rain the night before had disrupted plans for Pipemare. Ah well, Mother Nature you win again. So yeah, we shot off to Bradford to check out the drains there.
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