The guts of the dock are connected with a long narrow hallway. Below this section are shops and labs.
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.
The iron holding up the plaster ceiling is rusted to the point the weight of it is bending it right over.
An abandoned gatehouse bearing the name of the former factory.
Sadly, this picture is dated from the fact there’s a single piece of glass unbroken. Since this was taken, the entrance to the church has been vandalized even more.
The scale of the grain hoppers helps tell the story of how large Hamm’s was in its day.
The Atlas D command building. As Brutalist as it gets.
These concrete blocks were formed to be solid mounts for machinery. All the metal was scrapped in the late 1990s, leaving these modern ruins. Seagulls love them.
A bridge crosses the main street of the village; one that goes nowhere. Ambiguity intended.