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A further door lead onto the 'new' roof of the adjoining building, the floor now knee deep in bracken, the
remains of the original ceiling long gone.
So we retraced our steps back across the bridge and into the maltings plant. As we moved west, the buildings
got higher and higher, and we could see the tall, brick built structure where ladders gave access to the top of
the silos.
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