I don’t have much factual history on this place. It’s been local to me for a long time now, and I’ve been aware of it for some 15 years - I used to go shooting for a farmer near here as a teenager and we’d get annoyed when all of the pigeons used to retreat here out of our bounds. Much like the pigeons, this place seemed to just escape my crosshairs somehow, until recently. A major infrastructure development is about to open adjacent to the site, and we knew time was limited, so one foggy damp Sunday morning Em_UX and I decided to pay a visit.
As you can see the structure has been built during two periods, and from two different materials.
The right hand portion (four storey) is concrete framed, and the left hand side (three storey) is clad in brickwork, but is actually timber framed. It’s not aged well, Here’s Em_UX on the ground floor, surrounded by the first floor.
The floor had literally fallen away leaving doors and walls hanging precariously above the chasm below.
We made our way to the firmer concrete section to find the obligatory grain chute:
The first floor was fairly bare, apart from this great bit of graf stretching from the floor to the brick wall, and even to the column behind
On the second floor there was more graffiti:
I feel lucky to have found a sketch of the graffiti artist actually at work on this piece.
One beauty of urban exploration is never knowing what you’ll find. I don’t think I’ve ever been on a single explore without finding something completely unexpected.
We came across a room which felt different to the rest. Not spiritually or emotionally, but thermally. As we shone our torches grotesque shadows danced on the walls. I can only assume from the buildings former usage that the room was used for cultivating plants in a hydrophonic environment. The walls were reflective, but distorted and decayed.
Em backlit with a torch.
Moody looking UrbanX
:O
We decide its time to head to the top floor. As we acend the final staircase we can feel the building hum with the collective cooing of what must be a thousand pigeons.
Panoramic of the top floor:
Winding Gear:
This was obviously the pigeons favourite room. They had laid a deep luxurious carpet of crap evenly over the room.
With the number of ramblers and cyclists assembling outside increasing, and the departure of the pigeons marking our arrival at the penthouse, we decide to leave. Thanks for reading.
As you can see the structure has been built during two periods, and from two different materials.
The right hand portion (four storey) is concrete framed, and the left hand side (three storey) is clad in brickwork, but is actually timber framed. It’s not aged well, Here’s Em_UX on the ground floor, surrounded by the first floor.
The floor had literally fallen away leaving doors and walls hanging precariously above the chasm below.
We made our way to the firmer concrete section to find the obligatory grain chute:
The first floor was fairly bare, apart from this great bit of graf stretching from the floor to the brick wall, and even to the column behind
On the second floor there was more graffiti:
I feel lucky to have found a sketch of the graffiti artist actually at work on this piece.
One beauty of urban exploration is never knowing what you’ll find. I don’t think I’ve ever been on a single explore without finding something completely unexpected.
We came across a room which felt different to the rest. Not spiritually or emotionally, but thermally. As we shone our torches grotesque shadows danced on the walls. I can only assume from the buildings former usage that the room was used for cultivating plants in a hydrophonic environment. The walls were reflective, but distorted and decayed.
Em backlit with a torch.
Moody looking UrbanX
:O
We decide its time to head to the top floor. As we acend the final staircase we can feel the building hum with the collective cooing of what must be a thousand pigeons.
Panoramic of the top floor:
Winding Gear:
This was obviously the pigeons favourite room. They had laid a deep luxurious carpet of crap evenly over the room.
With the number of ramblers and cyclists assembling outside increasing, and the departure of the pigeons marking our arrival at the penthouse, we decide to leave. Thanks for reading.
