Margot's Blog

“Tomorrow I’ll go have a walk around that mine I went to a few weeks ago, when you were in Bunker’s, to see if I can find another adit”. Dav...

The email that went out warned against too high expectations: we might not make it underground this trip. Finbar was after some mine the clu...

As a micropalaeontologist you spend most of your time reconstructing the past from its waste products. In a way. In any given time, whatever...

This story starts in 1997. I was strolling around on the terrain of the Lowlands festival. It wasn’t as overpopulated as it would later beco...

In the parking lot of the supermarket my eye (and ear) was caught by a juvenile seagull. It was standing deadpan on top of a mini convertibl...

In Norway I got addicted to exercise. In England I’m left gagging. Caving can be very intensive, but it can also be a walk in the park. And ...

In a week of hard work, Emily and I would reward ourselves with a Tuesday of squeezing. However, the hard work proved too engulfing for Emil...