“Cutting torch.” The remains of a catwalk now leads to void on the sintering floor, four stories over the next solid footing. Only two staircases led to the top floor, some half dozen others were cut off for scrap.
I wish I knew what has become of this great one-of-a-kind sign that used to brag how many days the Clyde Iron factory has gone without a serious accident. Update: It’s hanging in one of the smaller venue spaces behind the bar.
A big sign marks where the elevated walkway is severed where Dock 2 used to meet Dock 3, now gone.
It’s not hard to see how Germany could turn these into a prison overnight.
Between the gauges for the power plant boilers and the steam pump flywheels.
The basement held a makeshift chapel.
Below Dock 2 is a set of fire pumps.
When I first visited the chapel, it had a projection TV, two organs, Bibles, and more. Now these are mostly ruined, except for the tapestries, which have somehow survived.