I experienced over 100 explores before I got my first real taste of rooftopping. It felt different from anything else that I had ever done. Dark, dingy, dusty corridors were replaced with bright open skies and bracing fresh air.
After that first rooftopping hit, I instantly devoted every remaining minute of my trip striving to ‘get high’. Luckily I was in the right place at the right time this week, in a gents toilet with Skeleton Key when he flashed me a cheeky grin with the phrase “So are we getting on the roof then?”
But the euphoria of roof topping doesn’t begin at the roof top, the route up contains all kinds of lush plant rooms. (Note: Power still on)
Coming to a set of louvered doors I was alarmed to see a figure appear:
Some rooftops are industrious and practical, seemingly made up of mile upon miles of walkways:
Some cover every available square inch in plant:
Some are elegantly crafted in profiled sheeting, with eccentric yet practical vents (This is above the plant room from earlier)
We made our way between roofs, with numerous changes of levels.
As we made our way from the bright tubular steel rails to the dark grey asphalt, the sky turned dark grey, giving a completely different mood:
One of my favourite aspects of being on a roof is the knowledge that you are actually at the furthest point away from your access. Normally at a dead end. Theres also no reasonable “I just wandered in” excuse for being on the roof. But, as an aside to this you are generally BEHIND any CCTV cameras that monitor the site.
But yeah, I don’t think its any coincidence that so many songs are written about on a roof, it’s both relaxing and exhilarating.
And the views… this is only 4-5 stories up:
When I first roof topped, I remember the feeling of standing at the edge. It’s only when you are genuinely one step away from death, do you ever feel truly alive.
Once again, massive thanks to Skeleton Key, Nelly, and Madaxe for being amazing company.
After that first rooftopping hit, I instantly devoted every remaining minute of my trip striving to ‘get high’. Luckily I was in the right place at the right time this week, in a gents toilet with Skeleton Key when he flashed me a cheeky grin with the phrase “So are we getting on the roof then?”
But the euphoria of roof topping doesn’t begin at the roof top, the route up contains all kinds of lush plant rooms. (Note: Power still on)
Coming to a set of louvered doors I was alarmed to see a figure appear:
Some rooftops are industrious and practical, seemingly made up of mile upon miles of walkways:
Some cover every available square inch in plant:
Some are elegantly crafted in profiled sheeting, with eccentric yet practical vents (This is above the plant room from earlier)
We made our way between roofs, with numerous changes of levels.
As we made our way from the bright tubular steel rails to the dark grey asphalt, the sky turned dark grey, giving a completely different mood:
One of my favourite aspects of being on a roof is the knowledge that you are actually at the furthest point away from your access. Normally at a dead end. Theres also no reasonable “I just wandered in” excuse for being on the roof. But, as an aside to this you are generally BEHIND any CCTV cameras that monitor the site.
But yeah, I don’t think its any coincidence that so many songs are written about on a roof, it’s both relaxing and exhilarating.
And the views… this is only 4-5 stories up:
When I first roof topped, I remember the feeling of standing at the edge. It’s only when you are genuinely one step away from death, do you ever feel truly alive.
Once again, massive thanks to Skeleton Key, Nelly, and Madaxe for being amazing company.
