cane hill | goodbye cane hill

Moving through no-manís land was slow. We were totally exposed and could be observed from the perimeter fence. Slates, smashed glass, splinter wooden frames and broken bricks littered the perimeter of the buildings, making movement both slow and noisy.

We took it in turns to scuttle out of Wren/Wesley and into the next adjacent ward.

Where Male Ward F and G meet and the unique octagonal tower. Looking south west. © Simon Cornwell 2008