st. crispin | red fences and red tape

We eventually found the western end of the hospital and kept to our elliptical route around it. Looking back, and snapping the south west corner, I spied an enormous white building, almost ghostly in the gloom, rising up behind it. This was a large and diverse site.

"That old ghostly white building you write of, was the nurses home, run by a Mr & Mrs Tarry, a huge man." - Colin.

We dodged holes and open manhole covers. The asbestos removal firms had already been inside, and had obviously busied themselves with the various ducting tunnels emerging from the hospital and travelling to- wards outlying villas.