A view of the Harris offices, complete with great block glass.
The ‘working’ part of the furnaces are about a story above ground level, so the catwalks snake above the tree line.
What I make out to be the dining room or great hall of the castle, as seen through of the side rooms, which appeared to be a very ruined library. Teenager graffiti looks cooler in French.
One of the staircases that connected the lab, the plant, and the offices.
The roof of the elevator was partly lit naturally with six big skylights. The less electricity pumped into a grain elevator, the less chance of a grain dust explosion.
The most pointless, beautiful and nuclear-bomb-proof catwalk I’ve been on to date. It goes between two high levels in its own bottom-lit concrete capsule in the center of the tallest, thickest building. Hang on, we’re riding this one out.
Ultimately, it was the bad roof that doomed these buildings.
The wings of the church had a lot more water damage than the rest. The organ on the balcony was in decent condition when I arrived.