We’d reached the height of the original malting buildings but the silos still towered over us by a couple of
storeys.
From this height, we could plainly see the two groups of silos linked by a walkway. Or, to
put it another way, there were two groups of concrete silos linked by a wooden walkway. Or, to really spell
it out, there were two groups of strong, reinforced concrete built silos linked by a rickety, dubious, wooden
walkway with a sheer drop of certain death between them.
I wish someone pointed this out to me at the time.
There was nothing for it but to find the stairs up to the next level.
