Fifteen minutes later we were lazing about in the Control Room, which was much more snug, warm and welcoming.
As the sun shone through the window, we pulled up some chairs and settled down to our
Enid Blytoneque feast of lashings and lashings of bread, humous, carrot cake and the final bottle of ale.
Our two fellow explorers also appeared, looking slightly incredulous at the barmy scene in front of them, but
after the excitement of the Air House roof, we were very chilled. It
was also a bonus for Marlon as heíd not seen this building and he busied himself by talking a
few shots of the various galleries and heavy plant littered around the building.
I made a more thorough search of the filing cabinets and found a document describing the function, layout
and building of the Plant House. As I photographed its pages, I soon
discovered the Plant Houseís function, its relationship with
the other surrounding buildings and how Pyestock developed. It seemed that the whole site
gradually grew and evolved and didnít spring up in one furious building spree. It also explained why some buildings
looked far more dilapidated and run down than others.
Tom had finally given up in digust with his batteries and camera. Rather than waste the brand new
AA batteries, Marlon removed a clock from the wall and put them in that. "Itíll freak people out" he observed as he
put the working clock back on the wall, the minute hand now tracing time. I wondered if we could connect a battery
to one of the warning lights on an instrument panel; now that would really freak out visitors.
In the end, the light in the Plant House was too good to miss and
I grabbed a few more shots.