“Will you just look at that place...”
All of us had spotted it; talk about a collaborative discovery. We were en route and driving to Dewsbury, deep in the West Yorkshire heartland where derelict buildings fall pregnant regularly spawning more of them overnight.
A big gaping hole could be seen from the roadside but getting to it was proving more difficult. Razor wire encompassed the surrounding gate, some of it rusty. That stuff pierces your skin if you stare too hard at it, and is best avoided.
There’s got to be something good in there, were my thoughts. It was not a place for teenagers; too dodgy getting past the wire and too many Karen’s on the opposite side of the road.
The three of us were not so intimidated and after a little straddling across a crumbling wall with the threat of getting stung with those sharp distasteful wires, and strange looks from the odd passer-by we were all safely within the grounds.
Wasting no time, we walked through the doorway that must have once hosted a door and into an industrial abandoned wonderland.
We all considered ourselves 'fully authorised', the door proved to be a poor deterrent.
This was going to be one strange exploration and quite unique. There was 'stuff' everywhere, most dipped in pigeon shit but obviously undisturbed in years.
Walking was a little unpleasant as said pigeons had built up their stash on the floor as well as depositing their load on the many items of vintage machinery that were on show for all to see.
Having zero experience in this aspect of work life, I could not tell you what any of these ancient relics do or used to do.
Dials are always cool, especially if some are as rusty as these.
The farthest room was breathtaking but unfortunately does not come across that way photogenically. Some things need to be experienced in person.
The Lotus Elat didn’t catch my eye as much as it did with the others. It’s looking a little green and possibly beyond restoration.
That's a combination of oxidation with many spiders over several years.
I can imagine machinery such as this was not cheap.
Finding anything with no rust was quite impossible.
The obligatory shopping trolley had to make an appearance and spoil the view.
Vertical drills, and many of them.
I didn't know where to look; it was one of those time capsules, but an industrial version. These are scarcer than the house's type.
Shelves of boxed spare parts, I would think some of this is salvageable.
The 'green machine' I was puzzled by. Was it green, or had somebody barfed all over it, if so it must have been some kind of overweight giant who was having a bad day. Can you imagine the stink after delivery?
I wasn’t going to brush the shit off it, to make it more visible.
How long since this baby was switched on?
I climbed some rusting stairs, just to get a birds-eye view. You don’t see sights like this very often.
Untouched, no vandalism, no graffiti, nobody to spoil the unspoiled sights.
Some interior areas had not fared quite so well, the roof was collapsing in this area.
If you want spare parts, expect a handful of spiderwebs along with the deal.
Great wallpaper and the doors could do with a lick of paint.
Yes, keep everything tidy, just as it is right now.
I figured that room was photographed as much as possible and spotted an office on the other side of the Lotus. I made for it.
Filing cabinets full of secret documents, there is no doubt. Sticking my fingers in there to have a look was not going to happen.
There was plenty of junk on top to look at, all of it incredibly filthy.
Many manuals on how to fix things, how to use those monster machines in the other room, or perhaps many porn magazines stashed in between the pages. As I didn't pull any out I could have missed lots.
This is another one for the engineer types, I’m an IT geek so it means bugger all to me.
Can you see now why I was reluctant to disturb all the manuals?
The roof collapse just missed the priceless Canon photocopier, left discarded as usual.
Look at those tomes of knowledge. Reading all those would more than double your brain, and bless you with countless opportunities in the world.
OK, so I did yank a few out.., valves.., not my thing and utterly boring.
Touching anything in ‘Clerk Green Street Engineering' was perilous. If you were to pick your nose then seconds later then you could be convulsing, collapsing, and dying a terrible death on the pigeon-shit-caked floor.
We left ‘Clerk Green Street Engineering’ a little dazed, knowing probably we were the only humans who had seen all this in years. It was a unique exploration and experience.
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