ditchingham maltings | there but for the grace of god
13|05|06

We’d now exhausted the maltings. Having gingerly tiptoed through empty room after empty room, we decided to tackle the final part of the site: the imposing silos.

It seemed easy enough. Find the stairs or ladders up, and take a walk along the covered away over the top of them. And they looked really solid and quite safe; far safer than the rotten, collapsing, vandalised and stripped out parts of the rest of the site.

We were wrong on that point.