In these drab conditions, the Air House
was bleak and, despite its huge size, wasn't that impressive. In fact, it felt dilapidated and unloved;
cold and barren. Previously it felt deserted, now it felt derelict. I quickly got up on the crane gantry
to take a panorama which, in the end, didn't work out.
We didn't spend long here but I was anxious to show Marlon the control room,
which never fails to impress. Again my attempts at a panorama failed totally.
As Marlon busied himself with
various shots, I rummaged through the files and drawers. The schematic of the site was still
impressive, and still impervious to photography, but there had to be a map or plan somewhere.
But there was nothing but "Work Request Forms", all neatly stacked and filed.
And then I found it. Sandwiched between two “WRF” folders was a plan. It showed the northern part
of the site with all the buildings numbered and named. Excellent. At last I could start naming
places, matching buildings with the pipework on the schematics, and start to unravel the site.
Another epiphany. Each of the cells was numbered, buildings given purpose, methods revealed.
It began to make sense! I carefully photographed the plan and then hid it back in the drawer.
