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

We gingerly made our way through broken glass, jagged twisted metal, bricks and smashed concrete (some of which hung precariously from collapsing structures) and crept under the belly of the silos themselves. Concrete columns supported the massive stores which tapered to chutes on their underbellies; the malt was stored in these and poured out when required.