Having scaled the notoriously sketchy plank of wood that beaches the huge drainage pit right before the pipe, I immediately set up and put the pressure on for the reluctant Mr. Beckett to ‘just shoot anything’ as it was now getting dangerously dark and we would have to find our way back to the car in the pitch black if we didn’t get out of there soon. Within five minutes Sam had powered his way through a sliding frontside carve high into the pipe and we got ourselves out whilst we could.