Its been a while since I last updated the site, personal and legal issues have prevented this, a mentally and physically enforced writers block. I’d like to say that was the only reason, but it isn’t, bottom line is I haven’t really had anything noteworthy to write about. Now don’t misunderstand, I’m not saying I don’t have locations to write about, believe me I do, but the stories behind them or the pictures that resulted have been seen or heard before, nothing special. In my mind.

There isn’t much that can be said about the Brooklyn Bridge. Actually, that’s a lie, there are pages and pages of potential tidbits that could be reeled off in this situation, however nothing that wasn’t said in the recent Manhattan Bridge adventure. As such i will keep this brief.

I’ve been exploring for almost seven years now, others I know longer than that, yet I’ve never been the recipient of hatred as a result of something we’ve explored. Sure I’ve received the occasional angry email from those concerned with the fact we’re putting ourselves at risk, not to mention the effect this could have on others should something go wrong, but nothing too serious. Most, if not all accept that what we do can be dangerous, sometimes illegal and acknowledge the fact that we’ve accepted these risks while trying not to inconvenience anyone.

Although my adventures into London’s sprawling underground network are certainly over, i do still have fond memories and tales of previous exploits that have yet to be told. For a while I’ve been debating the pros and cons of publishing these stories, part of me wants to separate myself from them as far as humanly possible, while the other reminds me well, whats done is done.

Those who have met me know I hate the heat, with a passion. Summer to me is an unending nightmare, constant heat day and night with no escape outside diving headfirst into water or a freezer. Like a snowman if left exposed for too long i melt, my enthusiasm escaping like water down a drain. That’s why i live in London, its never sunny and always cold, we don’t get summer. Perfect. As such the last place you would expect to find me is the polar opposite of this, a desert. There are only two things capable of convincing me to visit such a place, one, a million dollar house with a pool, the other, an aircraft boneyard boasting over 200 planes in all shapes and sizes. Needless to say this story isn’t about the house.

It had been almost four months since i last crept through or climbed the unknown. The fear of legal repercussion grounding me, causing my inaction, the suffering forever engraved in my mind. It was something that i could not, and still have not shaken. For me, the adventures in London were over, my trump card used, as were my excuses. Yet something still remained, that desire to once again risk it all for that unique experience and reward. I know now that only one thing could cleanse that from my mind, and that’s death. I needed an outlet, some way to satisfy this desire but with London’s capital now off limits i was forced to look further afield. America.