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.
