pyestock | recce
24|06|06

Eventually we came to a sheer concrete wall and some rickety metal steps with extremely wobbly handrails. We took these, traversing across platforms and walkways, climbing past dials and controls, eventually emerging blinking in the hot sunlight covered in sweat, grease and dirt. Except we were now about one hundred yards away in another building, staring at the structure we’d previously entered.