This week at work found me scrabbling around in the cellar underneath a Victorian townhouse in Bristol. I was down there to install some networking gear, although I also took a couple of pictures that I was pleased with.
The cellar itself was about the same height as the top of my head, but there were pipes and joists hanging low – I had to stoop. The floor was made of the soil the building stood upon – it hadn’t been finished with concrete. The light bulb wasn’t working and the only source of light was a small grille. It was very atmospheric.