This is another site suggested by Em_Ux (Thank you!
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As I started to research this place I noticed a theme started to crop up:
“The urbex site was crazy dangerous so it was cut short.”
Sophos9
I emailed Black Shuck, an experienced local explorer for his opinion:
”It’s a death trap”
Sounds like fun. Let’s have a look on Google Street View:
Hmm, It does look like a death trap... let’s go!
I grabbed Em_UX, as it was her wise idea, and drove off into the mists of Norfolk.
Arriving at the site we were immediately confronted by the 8ft high smooth hoarding - Boasting signs about how guarded it is by ‘Gardwell Security’ (as photo above) After a quick scout of the perimeter and some ninja skills, we were in.
The burnt out portion shrouded in the morning mist.
The southern building is a former silk mill and runs parallel with the street to the south. This building was substantially damaged by a fire during the late 1990’s.
Much of the roof of this building is now missing. Oddly they seem to have demolished it 90% of the way down, and then stopped. Leaving the final portion of furnace rooms relatively in tact.
The site consists of buildings on the western part of the site with a large area of undeveloped land forming the eastern part of the site. It has two main buildings. The northern building is brick with some substantial ‘concrete’ additions especially in the north west corner and formed the main malthouse building.
This is separated from the southern building by a stream which splits the site in two, which we weren’t expecting. Again a bit of searching and lateral thinking got us across to the mill without getting wet.
To the east of the silk mill building is a small complex of silos and tanks, I just love the light in this area:
We made our way to the main mill building. The familiar smell of damp rotting timber fills our nostrils.
We step inside and it’s pitch black, our irises widen to let in more light.
The route up to the first floor left by previous visitors is on the ‘slightly dodgy’ side of user friendly:
It really is too dangerous to go any higher in the main mill, the timber floors seem to have the structural integrity of tracing paper. I’ve noticed an external walkway connecting the newer concrete silo’s to the mill at high level. The ladder up to the walkway seems fine so I scramble up:
At the top the walkway appears to be structurally sound, but is inches deep in pigeon crap. I can’t see what I’m even putting my weight onto, so decide it’s a bad idea and shimmy back down. When I’m home I read on another website:
”I noticed a link bridge between the two buildings however using the Nikon lens could see that the wooden flooring was rotten – falling from here would be certain death”
I’m glad I didn’t go for a stroll across.
A dated brick puts this building as old as the Queen Mother, God rest her soul. This explains why this mill is in a similar state to her first hip.
UrbanX Chilling by the mist:
We decide we’ve pushed our luck far enough, and decide to leave the mill while we’re still alive, albeit covered in dust and pigeon crap. We leave by our original entry point, timing it just to miss the passing cars.
)As I started to research this place I noticed a theme started to crop up:
“The urbex site was crazy dangerous so it was cut short.”
Sophos9
I emailed Black Shuck, an experienced local explorer for his opinion:
”It’s a death trap”
Sounds like fun. Let’s have a look on Google Street View:
Hmm, It does look like a death trap... let’s go!
I grabbed Em_UX, as it was her wise idea, and drove off into the mists of Norfolk.
Arriving at the site we were immediately confronted by the 8ft high smooth hoarding - Boasting signs about how guarded it is by ‘Gardwell Security’ (as photo above) After a quick scout of the perimeter and some ninja skills, we were in.
The burnt out portion shrouded in the morning mist.
The southern building is a former silk mill and runs parallel with the street to the south. This building was substantially damaged by a fire during the late 1990’s.
Much of the roof of this building is now missing. Oddly they seem to have demolished it 90% of the way down, and then stopped. Leaving the final portion of furnace rooms relatively in tact.
The site consists of buildings on the western part of the site with a large area of undeveloped land forming the eastern part of the site. It has two main buildings. The northern building is brick with some substantial ‘concrete’ additions especially in the north west corner and formed the main malthouse building.
This is separated from the southern building by a stream which splits the site in two, which we weren’t expecting. Again a bit of searching and lateral thinking got us across to the mill without getting wet.
To the east of the silk mill building is a small complex of silos and tanks, I just love the light in this area:
We made our way to the main mill building. The familiar smell of damp rotting timber fills our nostrils.
We step inside and it’s pitch black, our irises widen to let in more light.
The route up to the first floor left by previous visitors is on the ‘slightly dodgy’ side of user friendly:
It really is too dangerous to go any higher in the main mill, the timber floors seem to have the structural integrity of tracing paper. I’ve noticed an external walkway connecting the newer concrete silo’s to the mill at high level. The ladder up to the walkway seems fine so I scramble up:
At the top the walkway appears to be structurally sound, but is inches deep in pigeon crap. I can’t see what I’m even putting my weight onto, so decide it’s a bad idea and shimmy back down. When I’m home I read on another website:
”I noticed a link bridge between the two buildings however using the Nikon lens could see that the wooden flooring was rotten – falling from here would be certain death”
I’m glad I didn’t go for a stroll across.
A dated brick puts this building as old as the Queen Mother, God rest her soul. This explains why this mill is in a similar state to her first hip.
UrbanX Chilling by the mist:
We decide we’ve pushed our luck far enough, and decide to leave the mill while we’re still alive, albeit covered in dust and pigeon crap. We leave by our original entry point, timing it just to miss the passing cars.
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