A truck loading dock for raw materials. Looking at the concrete, you can sort of tell where the rails used to run.
From Main Street, looking straight up at the A Mill, only the silence makes one think that nobody’s still inside, grinding grain into Pillsbury’s Best.
In an old ward, two men would have shared this room.
Looking through the old brewhouse toward the Keg Wash House.
The third floor corridor is not so welcoming, as it requires visitors to walk along the support breams without the luxury of a floor. I didn’t mind, but I can’t see the family with young children that was also exploring Noisy doing the same.
A bedroom, from the basement. The Dog Days are Over.
An interesting crane in the back of the machine shop. It seems very light duty, so I am not certain what it was used for.