ditchingham maltings | there but for the grace of god

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.