LeatherDome
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I was there before dawn, so running around windowed offices with a flash gun would have been silly, so it was basement straight away. The whole site is built on such a steep slope that there’s no real going down involved, just the bottom flight of the stairs.
First off is the boiler room. And let’s get the gauges over with right away.
All this looks like new. The latest sign off from the British Gas inspection was 7/10/88 and the first was 23/9/86, so I guess the stuff was all new and they only got three years out of it at most.
Compared to some of the older facilities, like this butler sink from around 1850.
Back out into the stair well and the long corridor looms. Don’t be fooled by the power of the mighty SB800, this was all pitch black It’s been quite some months since I ventured into a totally dark confined space and this felt slightly disconcerting. Part of the deal, eh?
To the left, there’s a large heater exchanger blower contraption. Again this is like a new installation. It’s a Keith Blackman Gilled Tube Air Heater and my guess is that this takes heated water from the boilers next door, warms the air with it and fills the offices with that warm glow us office layabouts so relish.
Aw... A sweet little flash packet curling up to the oily jar. It’ll all end in tears though when oily doesn’t clean up his act.
In the same space was the er, you know, the water tanky... tappy thing. You can never have enough taps on these, is what I always say.
Lecky, no touchy. Most of this is left turned on and the meter in the bottom right spins at a fair old click. No telling if this really is new and required for the site and I had no compulsion to find out.
Ah, maybe a relic of what Doxford used to make. Some real man bolts there and a segment of turbine blades.
Ooh, these are so cool. Black Smoke, electrically detonated pyrotechnics. So very old they are, as well. The only thing I can think of is that these were somehow used during the war to try and hide the yard. They look old enough and with the no nonsense instructions you only seem to need them when you need immediate black smoke.
“BLACK SMOKE – CAUTION. Extend the wires to the necessary length and connect ONE wire ONLY to positive terminal of a 4 volt battery. When the smoke is required, touch the negative terminal with the other wire. The smoke is then instantaneous. STAND WELL CLEAR“.
The next room was absolutely super. Full of chest of drawers.
Look, some bloke’s gone and put the wrong labels on. I’m no fool, you know. It’s bloody obvious you’re not gonna be able to keep many ships propellers in there.
Unfinished project.
Bit of office comedy coming up. You’ve gotta love it.
We’ve even got a Frenchman trying it on. Seems he ran some sort of exposing/developing lab in here. He hasn’t got me too worried though, I don’t see much peril in being prodded at with a white flag.
Upstairs is an open office space, it leads on to a sort of wing.
Dead Magpie. Kindred spirit of the Pikie.
To lots of empty - except for a load of ‘jumble’ – hardboard offices.
Stairs back to reception.
Don’t know what this is. Any Ideas?
And the bloke who worked in here obviously wasn’t a team player. Had his own blind to pull down on the windows next door.
Looks like someone’s tried redecorating here some. Laurence Llewelyn-Bowen need not have fear.
Cheers... LD.
First off is the boiler room. And let’s get the gauges over with right away.
All this looks like new. The latest sign off from the British Gas inspection was 7/10/88 and the first was 23/9/86, so I guess the stuff was all new and they only got three years out of it at most.
Compared to some of the older facilities, like this butler sink from around 1850.
Back out into the stair well and the long corridor looms. Don’t be fooled by the power of the mighty SB800, this was all pitch black It’s been quite some months since I ventured into a totally dark confined space and this felt slightly disconcerting. Part of the deal, eh?
To the left, there’s a large heater exchanger blower contraption. Again this is like a new installation. It’s a Keith Blackman Gilled Tube Air Heater and my guess is that this takes heated water from the boilers next door, warms the air with it and fills the offices with that warm glow us office layabouts so relish.
Aw... A sweet little flash packet curling up to the oily jar. It’ll all end in tears though when oily doesn’t clean up his act.
In the same space was the er, you know, the water tanky... tappy thing. You can never have enough taps on these, is what I always say.
Lecky, no touchy. Most of this is left turned on and the meter in the bottom right spins at a fair old click. No telling if this really is new and required for the site and I had no compulsion to find out.
Ah, maybe a relic of what Doxford used to make. Some real man bolts there and a segment of turbine blades.
Ooh, these are so cool. Black Smoke, electrically detonated pyrotechnics. So very old they are, as well. The only thing I can think of is that these were somehow used during the war to try and hide the yard. They look old enough and with the no nonsense instructions you only seem to need them when you need immediate black smoke.
“BLACK SMOKE – CAUTION. Extend the wires to the necessary length and connect ONE wire ONLY to positive terminal of a 4 volt battery. When the smoke is required, touch the negative terminal with the other wire. The smoke is then instantaneous. STAND WELL CLEAR“.
The next room was absolutely super. Full of chest of drawers.
Look, some bloke’s gone and put the wrong labels on. I’m no fool, you know. It’s bloody obvious you’re not gonna be able to keep many ships propellers in there.
Unfinished project.
Bit of office comedy coming up. You’ve gotta love it.
We’ve even got a Frenchman trying it on. Seems he ran some sort of exposing/developing lab in here. He hasn’t got me too worried though, I don’t see much peril in being prodded at with a white flag.
Upstairs is an open office space, it leads on to a sort of wing.
Dead Magpie. Kindred spirit of the Pikie.
To lots of empty - except for a load of ‘jumble’ – hardboard offices.
Stairs back to reception.
Don’t know what this is. Any Ideas?
And the bloke who worked in here obviously wasn’t a team player. Had his own blind to pull down on the windows next door.
Looks like someone’s tried redecorating here some. Laurence Llewelyn-Bowen need not have fear.
Cheers... LD.
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