Our elevated position afforded us some grand views towards the water tower and along the burnt
out shell of malting house #6. The fire had clearly destroyed the Steep, Germination Floor and part
of the Kiln of the neighbouring block. The fire had also spread across the conveyor bridge and
destroyed part of the Dry Barley Store of our block.
Marlon noticed the tell-tale signs of people getting up on the roof here; slates had been dislodged
at the edges, there were noticeable scuff marks and a ladder had been placed along the pitch of one roof.
We decided people were climbing out of this window and up along the roof to, presumably, gain access to the
mysterious corridor across the top of the Barley Kiln; the doors to which appeared locked.
However, I wasn’t going to risk such a venture, returned to the stubborn doors and gave them an extra
push. They suddenly gave and swung open; they were only stuck because the wood had warped slightly.
The southern corridor beckoned.
