Blending the explosive ingredients was dangerous. It is no wonder that the blending house had so many emergency slides.
A scrapped steam turbine, perhaps. In the background you can see a gutted casing for another turbine.
The back door into the old distillery building. Not castle-like at all, sadly.
Sluice tables stretch into the darkness.
The coke plant looked more natural through a grimy window.
An alarm panel in the powerpplant, now demolished.
The old approach, almost in its entirety as I found it.
Between the Old Crow and Old Taylor bonded warehouses are some of the fouled barrels, now the only ones left, which were left to rot in the elements. Nearby in a loading bay that has obviously been disused longer than the rest of the property, terra cotta roofing waits in crates.
This floor of the workhouse had corkscrew conveyors–big augers–in the floor to move material around. Most of the walls that were metal were missing, leaving the concrete structure and open doors.