This place has been done to death. No pun intended. So I won't bore you with another history of the site.
Anyway, on a cold, crisp and sunny February morning, I set out to Chertsey.
I had actually intended to see Silverlands Orphenage. But having got into the premises (which was a task in itself), I couldn't find a way into the building. Perhaps I wasn't looking hard enough. I spent about an hour walking around the building, down in a tight tunnel and then up on the roof but to no avail. I did a pretty good job of ripping my ear lobe open on a bramble however. That was cool. I guess.
I digress. So I eventually found St Peter's Mortuary. Access was simple. It looked like somebody had gone to town with some fake blood splattered up some of the walls or used to scrawl "terrifying" messages. I'll admit, I was terrified; by some of the grammar and spelling.
I got some shots. Here they are. Enjoy.
Anyway, on a cold, crisp and sunny February morning, I set out to Chertsey.
I had actually intended to see Silverlands Orphenage. But having got into the premises (which was a task in itself), I couldn't find a way into the building. Perhaps I wasn't looking hard enough. I spent about an hour walking around the building, down in a tight tunnel and then up on the roof but to no avail. I did a pretty good job of ripping my ear lobe open on a bramble however. That was cool. I guess.
I digress. So I eventually found St Peter's Mortuary. Access was simple. It looked like somebody had gone to town with some fake blood splattered up some of the walls or used to scrawl "terrifying" messages. I'll admit, I was terrified; by some of the grammar and spelling.
I got some shots. Here they are. Enjoy.