I decided to photograph some extra exteriors whilst making a fair bit of noise. If the intruder was legit then I
would probably be challenged, but I’d rather be outside the building than inside. If they were trespassing like myself,
then they would assume I was legit (due but the amount of noise I was making) and probably make themselves scarce or
introduce themselves. The noises inside the building ceased, and then started again, with the footfalls of someone walking
directly towards the door where I was standing.
Tom poked his head out of the door. "There you are. Where have you been? I’ve been here ten minutes" he said. Obviously I’d missed him
walking down the road, or the Capri was uncharacteristically quiet (perhaps something equally loud took off at RAF Wyton
and thus masked the noise): whatever the reason, I was surprised (and relieved) to find him there.
His assessment of the buildings was brief: "Cool, but wrecked." Thieves and vandals had many years of uninterrupted access
to the buildings and the whole complex was approaching the level of a modern ruin. The vandals had smashed so many fixtures
and fittings that they were now resorting to pushing bricks out of the walls from the roof; it wasn’t vandalism, but
extremely slow demolition.