General Urbex Photos Thread! - 2

[Cuban B.]

Neighbouring pools:

 

[cogito]

Oh how times change. A century old prescription for cocaine, complete with doctors handwriting on the front.

 

[Cuban B.]

Roofs, police, and cells:

 

[HughieD]

What a waste of a lovely temple...

 

[cogito]

Roofs, police, and cells:

Nice bit of Aurora Borealis making an appearance there!

 

[Hayman]

What other use might be found for the temple? If British church buildings can be converted into living accommodation, so could this place. It certainly has architectural qualities that could be preserved.

 

[Cuban B.]

Nice bit of Aurora Borealis making an appearance there!

Cheers, never even clocked it at the time!

Halls - some crap, some half decent, and some semi reasonable:

 

[HughieD]

So love this place...

 

[Scattergun]

After another DP hiatus, here's a random adventure update. What's that excuse I keep using? I'll try and make a more active effort to stay engaged? Well, I'll maybe use that excuse at least once more..

 

[Hayman]

What was the row of grey-alloy 'tools' used for in the photo of them with a stack of wooden furniture? Did workers sit at them and hand-finish something?

 

[Scattergun]

What was the row of grey-alloy 'tools' used for in the photo of them with a stack of wooden furniture? Did workers sit at them and hand-finish something?

It's a textile machine mate. They came in all shapes and sizes and did everything in the textile industry; cutting, spinning, weaving, winding, printing, etc.

 

[Hayman]

It's a textile machine mate. They came in all shapes and sizes and did everything in the textile industry; cutting, spinning, weaving, winding, printing, etc.

Thanks for the info. Would there have been a row of machinists sitting in front of them, processing the material?

 

[Cuban B.]

Pools:

 

[Cuban B.]

Hydro from a wee while back:

 

[cogito]

There aren't too many silk mills in their original state these days, that's for sure.

 

[cogito]

You can plan your escapades to your hearts content; seeking architectural delights and remnants of eras gone by. But sometimes it all comes down to that certain magic that only time, water and light can produce... Even in a stripped out utilitarian shell.