It's Friday night, I've just finished work from a stressful 60 hour of week. I've just opened a bottle of lush Italian red to breathe, and popped a fresh home made pizza in the oven. I'm reading the back of the bottle imagining every one of those plum notes, then my phone buzzes.
It's a text from Priority 7, simply stating a postcode and a time. The post code is miles away - at least a six hour round drive, and the time is commonly what could be referred to as 'Silly o clock'.
I re-corked the wine and tried to get a couple of hours sleep, before all too soon my phone would be buzzing incessantly to get me up.
Right, It's CMH, so I'll get this shot out the way, then I can carry on the report proper.
Probably the most significant thing about this hospital is that it was the first to practice plastic surgery as we now know it - reconstructing faces of soldiers injured in WW1.
Visited with Lizm73, A Little Feisty, and Priority 7, one very, very rainy January Morning. We went in early under the cover of darkness, but even as it got light it was still really dark all over the hospital. Our eyes had adjusted to it, but our cameras clearly hadn't. Most shots in this report are taken with around a 30" exposure.
What the building did offer was almost perfect natural decay, with very little signs of vandalism.
This room being one of my favourites. This was probably the lightest rooms in the place, still a 2" exposure with ISO400.
The level of peelage was off the scale:
Kitchens:
Sluice room:
Wards:
Trollolol....
Stairs:
Time to leave:
Bad news. Just as we were about to leave the Gurkha security made an apperance, just standing at our exit point. He must know this is where people get in / out.
We decided to wait him out.
An hour passed and he hadn't moved. Did he know we were in here? Was he just fishing for new explorer that might be coming in? It was cold, but we were inside, snacks had come out and we were all tapping away on emails or playing driving games.
More time passes and we see him starting to rub his hands together, and do some stretching in an attempt to warm up. "He's starting to get cold" we thought. We we right two minutes later he started to walk back to his hut. We seized this opportunity and ran straight behind his back through our exit point and to freedom.
Thanks to everyone that made this average site such an adventure!
Video to follow no doubt. Thanks for looking.
It's a text from Priority 7, simply stating a postcode and a time. The post code is miles away - at least a six hour round drive, and the time is commonly what could be referred to as 'Silly o clock'.
I re-corked the wine and tried to get a couple of hours sleep, before all too soon my phone would be buzzing incessantly to get me up.
Right, It's CMH, so I'll get this shot out the way, then I can carry on the report proper.
Probably the most significant thing about this hospital is that it was the first to practice plastic surgery as we now know it - reconstructing faces of soldiers injured in WW1.
Visited with Lizm73, A Little Feisty, and Priority 7, one very, very rainy January Morning. We went in early under the cover of darkness, but even as it got light it was still really dark all over the hospital. Our eyes had adjusted to it, but our cameras clearly hadn't. Most shots in this report are taken with around a 30" exposure.
What the building did offer was almost perfect natural decay, with very little signs of vandalism.
This room being one of my favourites. This was probably the lightest rooms in the place, still a 2" exposure with ISO400.
The level of peelage was off the scale:
Kitchens:
Sluice room:
Wards:
Trollolol....
Stairs:
Time to leave:
Bad news. Just as we were about to leave the Gurkha security made an apperance, just standing at our exit point. He must know this is where people get in / out.
We decided to wait him out.
An hour passed and he hadn't moved. Did he know we were in here? Was he just fishing for new explorer that might be coming in? It was cold, but we were inside, snacks had come out and we were all tapping away on emails or playing driving games.
More time passes and we see him starting to rub his hands together, and do some stretching in an attempt to warm up. "He's starting to get cold" we thought. We we right two minutes later he started to walk back to his hut. We seized this opportunity and ran straight behind his back through our exit point and to freedom.
Thanks to everyone that made this average site such an adventure!
Video to follow no doubt. Thanks for looking.
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