Many thanks to Liam_CH and his gf for introducing me to my 1st asylum! Nice to meet you guys! We originally started at Cane Hill but were clocked just as a way in looked promising. So we decided to trundle over to the Park of the West.
We arrived early-mid afternoon so daylight was rapidly going. This coupled with the fact I had no tripod resulted in very few decent shots emerging.
I have no idea where in the hospital we were but we did have to do some duckin’n’divin round some of the live parts, but once in our 1st stop was the service tunnels, which, in themselves were one hell of an explore without the vast complex of dereliction above. I knew we were approaching a ward when that smell hit me (you know the one that accompanies dead hospitals)
We almost made it into one of the corridors but as one of us got in we heard fast approaching footsteps inside making us suddenly decide to be somewhere else.
I have a feeling we may have been in one of those heavily visited and ‘done to death’ parts of the hospital, but this small corner of this huge asylum was still able to overwhelm me with its frozen-in-time posture, its unique ‘derelictness’ and that piercing silence where there were once conversations. As this was a cold wet day I was often thinking about how this place once kept someone safe, warm and cosy in its day (I’m sure regular hospital explorers know what I mean) I loved this place! A good afternoons exploring yet still felt gutted bout no Cane Hill. But felt safe in the knowledge there’s still many more and bigger buildings to see here!
Sorry to drone (you know the history - or where to find it) on with pics!
We arrived early-mid afternoon so daylight was rapidly going. This coupled with the fact I had no tripod resulted in very few decent shots emerging.
I have no idea where in the hospital we were but we did have to do some duckin’n’divin round some of the live parts, but once in our 1st stop was the service tunnels, which, in themselves were one hell of an explore without the vast complex of dereliction above. I knew we were approaching a ward when that smell hit me (you know the one that accompanies dead hospitals)
We almost made it into one of the corridors but as one of us got in we heard fast approaching footsteps inside making us suddenly decide to be somewhere else.
I have a feeling we may have been in one of those heavily visited and ‘done to death’ parts of the hospital, but this small corner of this huge asylum was still able to overwhelm me with its frozen-in-time posture, its unique ‘derelictness’ and that piercing silence where there were once conversations. As this was a cold wet day I was often thinking about how this place once kept someone safe, warm and cosy in its day (I’m sure regular hospital explorers know what I mean) I loved this place! A good afternoons exploring yet still felt gutted bout no Cane Hill. But felt safe in the knowledge there’s still many more and bigger buildings to see here!
Sorry to drone (you know the history - or where to find it) on with pics!
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