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

Sunlight poured in through the large missing slat in the floor. The edges were clearly rotten and disappeared under the metal walkway wed come across.

It was then that it struck us. Wed walked across this rotten floor with the drop of the entire height of a silo below us. The extent of the rot and the strength of the wood beneath the flimsy metal walkway was questionable - there was no way to tell.

And there were no other way out. We had to walk back across it.

I don't think we said much at this point. You would fall through the floor here to certain death.