It’s noticeable, I haven’t explored much the last few years so with the screw it attitude I head over to what I thought had long gone. With a few baffled people telling me otherwise, over to POW 116 we went!
After a long drive stuck on the glorious M25 for hours on end, the Grove air raid shelters were nearby so took my chance for a quick solo mooch.
Returning from another location and giving up on numerous en route, feeling tired and cold we decided to stop at a rumor of air raid shelters.
With a last minute call waking me up from a rather lazy Sunday layin, myself and Tiny Urban Exploration hit the roads and after a brief debate, decided to head for RAF Barnham.
Yes! Finally! After numerous failed attempts, our opportunity had finally arisen to see the all too well known Bawdsey R3 ROTOR Bunker. It’s only taken three visits and roughly a combined total of 350 miles to finally make it.
It’s been a long time coming this location, literally being on my list for as long as I can remember being a slight bunker nut that I am. With a date set we set out on the two hour trip to the bunker and although having a good explore on surface level, we were baffled when it came to access into the bunker down to the rather well sealed concrete caps on both entrances, including the air ventilation shaft.
Nestled somewhere between Essex and Hertfordshire is a little known about cold war anti aircraft battery. Unfortunately nothing much remains apart from what I can work out are the concrete control bunkers and the AA platforms themselves arranged in a sort of semi circle formation.
Last on the list of a day of numerous locations, the one and only Bletchley Park. The site that played a key role in Britain’s codebreakers during World War Two.
Without knowing what this place was or even the name of it, we decided to explore this place on the same day as another location very close by. Although totally stripped out inside, what an explore it turned out to be!
UPDATE!! February 24, 2016 (Scroll to the bottom!)
After hearing rumours of this place undergoing works I thought I would go see what was going on as I was in the area. On approach my jaw hit the floor with the horrors of what used to be Sovereign House, it’s gone! Is it wrong to feel slightly emotionally attached to a bunker that kick started my love for urbex when I was a kid?