cane hill | grand tour
13|07|02

We emerged in Wren ward. And things were immediately a little different.

Firstly, the ward was partitioned off with wooden divides, each equipped with a spotlight. I guess patientsí beds were here, and the lights were reading lights.

Metal rails for curtains were still in place.

But more impressive was the massive pile of pigeon shit, which would doubtless impress those of a scatological nature. I guess Wren was now well named.