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The first building was an office and workers’ rest area. It was still littered with clothing, hard hats, fluorescent jackets, papers and newspapers. A smashed TV sat forlornly in a cupboard.

I stepped outside and almost fell backwards inside again in my haste. Another Hanson van appeared out of nowhere, travelling along a service road on the eastern side of the site. I had clearly seen the two occupants, but had they seen me?

The van continued on its route and disappeared around the side of a kiln. This didn’t bode well at all; we’d have to be lucky with our timing when we eventually left the safety of the buildings.

Locker room adjacent to the eastern gallery of the Press Shed. View north. © Simon Cornwell 2009