We were desperate to remain quiet, to lurk in the shadows, to pick our way around the hospital. Which was
wise - because I later found that security were patrolling the interiors of the buildings again and many people
told me they’d been caught.
Phil crashed around the hospital under the impression that no-one cared and no-one else was inside. Never
make that assumption.
We were lucky that day.
It didn’t stop us being utterly spooked though. Enlarge the photo - which was of the corridor running between
the top of the Chapel and the Main Hall. Both Offkilter, Laurence
and myself were startled, and had to double-take the view down the corridor - the rip in the far doors looking like a thin figure peering down
the corridor at us.
