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The hospital was well signposted. Not through any recent activity by the authorities, but by the usual tale-tell
indicators: broken boards; smashed or incomplete signs, now yellow with age; roundabout exits apparently
leading nowhere; and broken down and tatty prefabricated buildings jostling around the overgrown access
road, like some deserted shanty town, squatting in the shadow of a redundant asylum.
Left: Discrete parking by the hospital’s Chapel.
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