The first tour of the year was the rather disappointing perimeter trudge around St. Crispin, attempting to
gain access properly, but having to simply decided that the effort was too great, for potentially no return whatsoever.|
St. Crispin was always on my mind, and it became the most popular asylum I’d never set foot inside. I guess its unique polychromatic brickwork, and odd architectural flourishes made people interested to see more.
Therefore one November morning, I finished off my 2004 tours, by finishing what I started: I sneaked back inside, quietly took some pictures and left. Which, with the benefit of hindsight, is what I should’ve done in the first place.
Rather than the usual chronological journey through the pictures, I’ve mixed them all up, and dug out some facts about asylums in general.