What do any group of teenagers do with themselves on a Friday night? climb chimneys of course...
A lonely deselect marshland in Southern Essex, where we lay our scene. Trudging a good 2 miles through overgrown footpaths and boggy wasteland on the bank of the Thames at 3am, all in order to gain access into Coryton refinery's last standing chimney. After having our clothes ripped to sheds scaling the seemingly most awkward fence in existence, we were in, and just in time to catch the 6am sunrise. However, unlike our recent bash at Littlebrook, there wasn't a staircase in sight, just a series of platformed ladders. And to our dismay, we quickly learned that this was about going to take a lot longer than we had planned for. But alas, the Chimney granted us a well-deserved intake of fresh air after an arduous hour of climbing its 360ft skeleton. Once we emerged from the hatch, we were greeted with a sunrise I'll never forget, and a panoramic view of endless fields shrouded in the morning mist.
This was certainly one of our most rewarding efforts )
A lonely deselect marshland in Southern Essex, where we lay our scene. Trudging a good 2 miles through overgrown footpaths and boggy wasteland on the bank of the Thames at 3am, all in order to gain access into Coryton refinery's last standing chimney. After having our clothes ripped to sheds scaling the seemingly most awkward fence in existence, we were in, and just in time to catch the 6am sunrise. However, unlike our recent bash at Littlebrook, there wasn't a staircase in sight, just a series of platformed ladders. And to our dismay, we quickly learned that this was about going to take a lot longer than we had planned for. But alas, the Chimney granted us a well-deserved intake of fresh air after an arduous hour of climbing its 360ft skeleton. Once we emerged from the hatch, we were greeted with a sunrise I'll never forget, and a panoramic view of endless fields shrouded in the morning mist.
This was certainly one of our most rewarding efforts )