On the boarded-up first floor of the house proper near the door to the chapel, the last pew sites next to a wet box of Bibles.
Shoes and booze, backstage.
This is an elevator to move mine car loads of sand to the surface for cleaning and eventually glass production. Below is a flooded equipment vault. In front and behind is a loop through the larger tunnels in the mine. The horizontal braces supported electric cables for the mine carts.
A comrade lights-up where so many workers apparently congregated to do the same.
‘Consumers Brewery’ set in the brewhouse staircase.
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.
The side stairs were worn smooth by use.
Looking through the dark door at Shaft 3, when my naked eyes could only make out a staircase lit dimly from above.
When I moved from the roof back into the upper floors of the distillery, the plants growing out of the masonry caught my eye. It’s 60 feet up, but looks like it could be an old wall.