We spent another hour banging and clattering around the interior of the cell. We were getting more and
more noisy; although in our defence, it was difficult to walk on the gantries without the metal pieces of the walkways
clanking into place in their frames.
I felt relaxed; far more relaxed than previous trips and after the excitement with the noise earlier,
I was much happier. Marlon also appeared unstressed, but that was probably more to do with my stories
that we'd never seen anyone or much security on the site.
The windy, cold, dank day also helped as we’d become deadened and impervious to the bangs, clicks and
weird noises around us as the metal of Pyestock flexed and stretched in the wind. However,
the light was starting to fade and I only had limited time on site.
"Let's go to the Air House."
