cane hill | syringes on sunday

We were desperate to remain quiet, to lurk in the shadows, to pick our way around the hospital. Which was wise - because I later found that security were patrolling the interiors of the buildings again and many people told me they’d been caught.

Phil crashed around the hospital under the impression that no-one cared and no-one else was inside. Never make that assumption.

We were lucky that day.

It didn’t stop us being utterly spooked though. Enlarge the photo - which was of the corridor running between the top of the Chapel and the Main Hall. Both Offkilter, Laurence and myself were startled, and had to double-take the view down the corridor - the rip in the far doors looking like a thin figure peering down the corridor at us.