sleaford maltings | between a rock and a hard place

We reached the second storey and paused to let the maelstrom of panicked feathered idiots to calm down. I sat on the stairs to take some shots of the route up, whilst Marlon surveyed the stairs to the next storey.

He came back looking concerned. “I think there’s a wasps’ nest up there.” There was an ominous buzzing noise but something else caught my ear.

I moved cautiously and slowly to the southern facing windows and watched in horror as a van parked up below us. The insignia on the side matched the security warnings on the fence. I backed away very slowly, keeping an eye on the jittery pigeons that still fluttered above our heads, and whispered to Marlon: "Security’s here."

We now had a problem. There was a potential wasps’ next above us and the pigeons both on this level, and the one below, were poised to fly out of the tower en-masse and give us away.

There was nothing for it. We sat down and waited it out.

Second floor of the water tower. View south-east. © Simon Cornwell 2009

View east across stairs to floor below and those to the floor above. © Simon Cornwell 2009

Taking the next set of stairs south to the third floor. © Simon Cornwell 2009

General view across the second floor. View south-west. © Simon Cornwell 2009

Final western segment of stairs to third floor. © Simon Cornwell 2009