More Tunnel Exploration….

You might have come across my story set in the Spanking Tunnels…

To wet your appetite, this is the type of thing that goes on….

To read them, click here….

https://www.spanking-emporium.co.uk/spanking-emporium/?p=17361

But either before you do, or after you have had a peep…. Have a look at these, please.

I have been doing some further exploration.

All my life I have searched for the curious and used to have a Facebook page of my exploits….most are simple curiosities, but many are spiritual places, like stone circles.

But eventually my mind turned to the macabre, many were witches caves, ghostly place, hermits caves, Druid stones of sacrifice, old deserted houses…..and tunnels, there are so many tunnels!

I did Tarot readings for people for years, and surprisingly a lot of my interest arose from that…until something scary happened, and I stopped, abruptly. Best not to dabble is my advice. I got quite good at it, and let’s say…”the other side noticed.” I wrote a novel based on it, in paperback and e-book, and it all stemmed from that…but that is another story, for a dark night with candles. I can tell a good ghost story!

That book is ‘The Illustrated Mind of Mike Reeves’, by Asa Jones…

But for now, let’s get you to the tunnels, I have done my photos in black and white…for atmosphere….yes these are my own photos, taken just three days ago.

I managed to get an old Victorian map, it showed all the tunnels. Now, most are all overgrown in a huge forest…dark and forbidding. The tunnels have skylights, to light them up, but over the centuries of lying undiscovered, many skylights have fallen into the tunnels, and the three foot circular openings are covered in growth…one step and, down you go. So..we walk with long sticks, prodding before us. We are here in January because the forest floor is clearer.

There are over fifteen miles of tunnels, and the skylights are every twelve feet. The tunnels join and pass, under the forest floor, there must be around a thousand skylights…many now…a death trap. Who would find you? Some of the tunnels are rumoured to have mud, several feet deep.

So, we do not go alone, and we walk in single file, armed with torches, flasks of tea, and fully charged phones.

We find a brick lined gulley, leaves and trees fill it, but it is passable. We lower ourselves, it is around eight feet deep, twenty feet wide. I have never seen it before, I am excited, my voice shakes and I tremble. I can see where we are on the map! After only half an hour we find an opening, a huge opening, with a curved roof.

The ‘Prince of Silence’ as he was known had some tunnels built where two stage coaches could pass.

Oh, a note of caution, do not smoke, in World War II, ammunition was stored in some, and people say, not all of it has been cleared.

I am searching for the ballroom, and the library, which he had underground. Some of the art in the library were reputed to be old masters. I have been to the museum, found a painting of him! And lots of his treasure on show, he must have been fabulously rich.

The numbers on the walls are from the war, this must be one of the ammunition stores…it is clear. People might have been, it is littered with debris, but just looks less crowded than my previous visits. “Come on! Keep close.”

We walk and find a metal ladder leading to another level…

We climb and slide through, into a courtyard! Of sorts, it is the hub! To me, a fantastic place I have only read of, so it still exists!! Fabulous!

I am in tunnel heaven! Secret passages and tunnels lead everywhere. From my reading, I count three from the north corner, it is only fifty yards long and we soon come to the ballroom!

I can imagine the orchestra, ladies in fine gowns, masked spanking balls…(yes they did happen here)…illuminated by jets of gas…huge flickering flames.

We went down the one on the right, to the library…


Ivy and rhododendron grow everywhere, it is spookey yet beautiful. The only noise is a Robin.

Light was starting to fail, but I wanted to find the fabled pleasure rooms. Time for another tunnel! We took number nine, I had worked it out from my old books…

Light began to fail, yet down here are the spanking rooms, the dungeons, and the Torture Gardens. I so wanted to carry on, but that is all for another day.

If it goes dark, and we get lost..ooooohhhh, it does not bare thinking of.

But I have found them, I know the way in. I might be one of the only people who does.

I will go back one day. Next year, when the vegetation is dead again. In a few weeks it will be overgrown and too dangerous.

I’ll keep you posted.

Asa

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