As we emerged from the pharmacy, the chapel could be seen looming above us through this broken skylight.
To our right were the destroyed main hall, and the unexplored delights of the main stores,
the kitchens and the laundry. To our left were the chapel and the administration block.
We decided on going left, the chapel was too much of a prize.
We walked down the dirty, battered, dilapidated corridor, and turned left into an
arched doorway. And the whole world of Cane Hill changed.