I'd like to keep this non-public for the moment - you'll see why...
It's been a wee while since I'd been to Inverkip, so, having nothing better to do at 4am on a Sunday morning, I headed over to see how the demolition was going. The first clue that it might not be the usual stroll was the perimeter fence - no longer full of lovely inviting holes
Then, onto the usual access - no details, but if you've been you'll know about the long ladder - now bound about it's entire length with razorwire. Past that, the usual holes into the plant were also very securely sealed up. Definitely no longer for the casual visitor.
Eventually got in, though:
Someone's pinched the last page from the logbook (again).
It was at this point that half-a-dozen men strolled through the turbine hall - I had no chance of getting down off the crane unseen, but I managed to talk my way out of the nearest door without security being alerted - they wanted a £40 donation for their beer fund but I'd forgotten my wallet
It's been a wee while since I'd been to Inverkip, so, having nothing better to do at 4am on a Sunday morning, I headed over to see how the demolition was going. The first clue that it might not be the usual stroll was the perimeter fence - no longer full of lovely inviting holes
Then, onto the usual access - no details, but if you've been you'll know about the long ladder - now bound about it's entire length with razorwire. Past that, the usual holes into the plant were also very securely sealed up. Definitely no longer for the casual visitor.
Eventually got in, though:
Someone's pinched the last page from the logbook (again).
It was at this point that half-a-dozen men strolled through the turbine hall - I had no chance of getting down off the crane unseen, but I managed to talk my way out of the nearest door without security being alerted - they wanted a £40 donation for their beer fund but I'd forgotten my wallet
