The historic entrance of the mill, alongside the (relatively) new Great Western offices.
The small door leads to the offices, the large door leads to the shop. My back at this time is to the corrugated steel wall. At the time I wondered why there was just one steel wall, not knowing that 40 years before there was another spot for an engine here. This section of the roundhouse has become a sort of town dump–car seats, cans of paint and tires are piled into its corners.
Outside the Chateau, where the fuel oil tank blocks the chapel.
Although it’s difficult to spot at first, there is a traveling mini crane down the way about the three windows. This was installed to service all of the fabrication machines that would be in this section.
The end of the new elevator. Line of bird droppings follow the fire sprinkler pipes and wires in the room.
The bricks routinely fell from the walls, like seeds falling from trees. On a smaller scale, new walls grew from the floors.
A high-voltage tunnel sheathed in concrete dips below ground near a shell packing building that now stores fireworks.