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Having circled the building, and seen everything to be seen, we left Beedingwood without the usual euphoria
of a successful infiltration. The asylums and military complexes I’d previously explored were doomed;
even if I was given them, I’d demolish large parts to build flats and new homes – I can see it from a developer’s
perspective. We were usually content to have seen it, experienced it, smelt and touched it.
But Beedingwood was different. This was someone’s home; on a grand and expressive scale, but still a
home. One of the most characteristic, enigmatic and friendly sites I’d encountered. Yet, with its smaller
footprint, it felt as if a single person could make a difference, put Beedingwood right again.
It would take money. And time. Lots of both. But would it be worth it? I think so.
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