umpston wrote:
British Museum has had, I believe, no access from above since the

Is there physically no access in the sense of concrete plugs , or is it
just no official access but there is still a forgotten trapdoor in
someones cellar with a rusty padlock on it?

B2003

Boltar wrote:
umpston wrote:
British Museum has had, I believe, no access from above since the

Is there physically no access in the sense of concrete plugs , or is it
just no official access but there is still a forgotten trapdoor in
someones cellar with a rusty padlock on it?

B2003

The original building was demolished in (I think) the 1980s and a
modern office block is now on the site. I would guess the original
tunnels and shafts leading from the platforms would have first been
plugged and sealed at platform level and then anything above that level
obliterated by demolition of the old building and construction of the
foundations for the new one.

But I believe there was also a ventilation shaft - perhaps this is
still there.

In the old building next door to the station site there is a very nice
pancake restaurant called 'My Old Dutch'. I once heard a rumour that
trains are audible from the basement loos but I've never been able to
hear them.

In article . com,
umpston writes
In the old building next door to the station site there is a very nice
pancake restaurant called 'My Old Dutch'. I once heard a rumour that
trains are audible from the basement loos but I've never been able to
hear them.

I have.

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Clive D. W. Feather wrote:
In article . com,
umpston writes
In the old building next door to the station site there is a very nice
pancake restaurant called 'My Old Dutch'. I once heard a rumour that
trains are audible from the basement loos but I've never been able to
hear them.

I have.


I guess you must have been there when the restaurant was quiet! All I
could hear was the gurgling of the cistern and the revelling of my
fellow diners.

So perhaps there IS a forgotten trapdoor with a rusty padlock
underneath the loos in My Old Dutch!