hellingly | the gt hine lock-in

After being directed to a parking space by a smashed out ward, and ignoring the brass band, bouncy castle and small fairground, Marlon found his way through the crowds to meet us by Admin. We told him to lose the candy-floss, large stuffed animal and a balloon with “I Love Hellingly” written on it; honestly, this was a derelict asylum and not a fairground.

We set off, anti-clockwise, to our date with the hole in the fence.

(Left: Strangely this smashed up corridor was far more interesting since it went in the right direction. The Main Hall could be seen through the roof, and I wanted to experience Hellingly’s wonderful space for myself).