What I make out to be the dining room or great hall of the castle, as seen through of the side rooms, which appeared to be a very ruined library. Teenager graffiti looks cooler in French.
In what has turned into a kind of industrial courtyard between four ovens some people have posted their tags. X was here.
The grain-centric buildings had automatic fire doors.
There’s no way an explorer, much less a choir, could stand here now. Since this picture was taken the roof has collapsed onto the loft.
Although it’s difficult to spot at first, there is a traveling mini crane down the way about the three windows. This was installed to service all of the fabrication machines that would be in this section.
The rear of engine bay 13… according to the heavily faded sign.
The working end of the blast furnace, where molten metal would flow like lava out of the furnace… a process called ‘tapping’.