st. crispin | red fences and red tape

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 hospitalís Chapel.