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Down Street Station

Down Street Station

A blast from the past, one I have been sitting on.  No particular reason, just sheer lazyness.

This isn't the first visit to Down Street.  I can't claim credit for discovering the way into this station, others came before me, and others followed after.

Despite having been visited the previous night, upon approaching our access, it had been boarded.  No issue for one of the guys I was with produced a DeWalt cordless drill and removed a dozen screws.  Meanwhile, I was stood across the street, every time a passer-by drew close to our alley-way, I would signal to someone at the front of the alley, who would signal to the unscrewer.  No nosey passers by were going to hear our drill and spoil our night!

Down.

Squeezing through the hole left, we then cable-tied the board back over the hole from the inside.  to a passer-by, nothing had changed!  Alas, within the room we had just accessed, much had changed.  An access hatch and a cage had been chained shut.  Hopes were dashed.  At least, for the pessimistic among us.  After brief investigation, we were able to climb around the cage, and down into the shaft.  Once in the shaft, we free-climbed down, and into the station.

Passage.

Periodically, we were graced with the famous tube "blow job"  The air rushing past us, a reminder that we were still in active service.  Deeper into the station complex, we got to the platforms, or rather, what remained.  Like so many of the derelict and abandoned tube stations, the platforms have been walled off from the track, preventing the unlikely curious commuter from peering into the station...

Current.

Commuter.

Climber.

We discover the emergency exit stairwell,and by the time we make our way back to the trackside, service has ended, and current has been cut.  We made an end to our night by taking some quick snaps at track level.

Spaced.

Overshadowed.