st. crispin | red fences and red tape

More red fences, now stretched and distorted out of shape, formed a useless barrier, pushed and pulled by the workmen working on the site. The wooden picket fence behind it was similarly frail and fragile; getting inside would’ve been easy.

Impressed by the scale and size of the buildings as we trudged through the grass and mud, we were confident that we’d found our photogenic star, a shining example of a corridor asylum. Checking back with the security guard after our circuit, he was unable to help with the site’s owners, but suggested visiting on a weekday.

We quickly made plans.