What happens when industry moves on?
Light streams through rooflights and high windows, an empty mothership save for some bottles, a fire extinguisher and occasional detritus. Periodically the wind whistles through steel cavities, but on the whole this unit is silent and eerie. A vacuum subsumes buildings that once housed so much human activity. My folder awaits, tucked away quietly. An escape vehicle readily and waiting.
I hope this building sees productive life again. Its present however, remains rooted in its past. Modern archaeology for urban explorers.
A discarded bottle. 97p from the local convenience shop.
The windows and arrangements appear to create a face. Isn’t it amazing how swiftly we anthropomorphise objects?
No wit in the graffiti straddling the width of a giant crane.
Time to beat a retreat.
Location: The Western side of the UK.