rauceby | silent running
16|08|03

So, I’d been defeated by the Tower. But at least we’d finally got into Rauceby and seen some of the interiors.

Nerves shot to pieces, we started the walk back to the car, leaving the silent hospital for another day. Phil remonstrated, apparently unaffected by its brooding mass, and quickly went back in for a solo walk around its halls and corridors.

We lingered by the Chapel, poked around the Nurses’ Home, and ended up by the car. Half an hour had passed and there was no sign of Phil. I was concerned; I had allowed the group to split up and we didn’t have mobiles. What if something had happened to him?

Just as I was about to conquer my nerves and return to the hospital, Phil appeared with armfuls of rolled paper. He’d found a small store room, and on the shelves, he’d found some excellent plans of the hospital. So his final lone tour was fruitful.

It was back to my place for a late evening BBQ. Tomorrow, we’d be tackling Cane Hill.