This is the mouth of the giant. What lies ahead for you after this point is a mile long trek though the tunnel in search of its legendary cavern.
I’ll give it some backing. About 18 months ago my other half purchased an old mixte and I was given the job of collection, it was located just out of Sheffield. After looking in to some of the local history my browser stumbled upon Totley tunnel.
Tales on train fanatic forums told me about a cavern situated half way through the tunnel, some saying it was sworn truth, others saying it was just a myth. After talking to Nick and Morse and collecting the mixte a small discussion was had, was the thing actually there? It was then brushed under the carpet.
Back to a more recent time. After talking to the guys, a plan was knocked together to go in search of the cavern. After wandering down a small portion of the tunnel we retreated, promising return.
This time, armed with a better understanding we set off back into the darkness. We split into two groups of two and one of three, walking at an alcoves distance from one another. Everytime one was reached a person from each group would shout out ‘Alcove!’. Armed with walkie talkies we mission’d our way through the tunnel, eyes trained on the signals, if that shit changed, we were hugging the wall in the cut out.
After what what felt like hours the guys at the front shouted back to say they had found it.
The cavern was different than expected, it lived up to it’s size however it made no sense that the whole thing was elegantly bricked but yet nobody would see it.
Morse decided to take shower, a couple of soggy camera photographs were taken and we walked back on to the rails and disappeared into the darkness.