The State School stage, taken as it was getting scrapped.
Watching the comings and goings of doctors, nurses and new patients was a mainstay of asylum routine; one can find it easy to imagine pale faces pressed against the block glass windows, staring out at the world moving past them.
One basement room has a pile of x-rays of miners, taken and stored by the company.
In front of the mine building the ground has opened up, showing a one-subterranean hallway. Locals seem to be using the dangerous hole as a trash dump.
The working end of the blast furnace, where molten metal would flow like lava out of the furnace… a process called ‘tapping’.
At sunset the light skips from puddle to stagnant puddle across the whole foundry room, playing with the classic sawtooth roof with half-hearted shadows.
Someone had helped themselves to one of the safety posters before my visit.
Fire doors separate the buildings.
I wonder if these handcarts will become decoration for the hotel being building next to the silos.