We emerged in a room full of pigeons and inches of pigeon crap. Any causal observer outside the maltings
would’ve realised someone was in the upper parts of the western tower as the pigeons evicted themselves in
a flurried panic.
The machinery was all still here; probably too high for thieves to quietly remove. Ladders lead up to mezzanine
floors, loft spaces and hidden rooms.
We quietly moved around to determine the next route; trying slimy ladders and peering down darkened corridors.
