huggermugger wrote:Love this thread... what is it about secret tunnels that fires the imagination so much? What makes me laugh is that most of us spend a lifetime never finding them but living off rumours & myths and you lot had them and still surround them with rumour & myth!
How very true!
The last house I owned in the UK (or anywhere else, come to think of it...) was in Dover, at the foot of the cliffs beneath the castle, part of a small terrace behind the approach to the eastern Docks. It was a tall (5 stories), narrow house built in about 1820. It was a bit disconcerting living at the foot of a high chalk cliff with only about 30' of garden, but I used the infallible argument that if the place was still standing after nearly 200 years, it would probably continue to do so for many more. The insurance company seemed to take a similar view. In any case, the cliffs are half concrete now, and have sensors all over the place to detect any sign of erosion. Apparently.
Anyway, at the foot of the garden was a bricked up cave entrance. Bricked up by English Heritage, or whichever organisation is responsible for the cliffs, as it was one of several entrances to a network of tunnels riddling the White Cliffs of Dover on several levels. This particular entry apparently led to a large cavern that was used as an air-raid shelter and hospital during the War. The previous owners of the house told us that every now and then some lost soul would appear in their garden looking dazed and confused. And that, sadly, is why all access was bricked up. I was often tempted to, erm, assist the blocked entrance to collapse (I wonder how long it would have been before anyone found out?), but unfortunately never quite got round to it.