Ah, the joys of the English spring. Or as Henry Rollins put it, the pissy,
pissy, pissy English rain.
I’m left alone with my sodden thoughts as I trudge the muddy path towards the nurses’ block,
with only the security fence for company.
It’s an impressive fence. But they skipped on costs a little and didn’t bother encasing the old nurses’
building, which can be seen ahead. Here, is the only place where you can touch Cane Hill, and feel its hard,
brick-like[1] exterior. Enjoy!
[1] Since it's made out of brick. Not surprisingly
See also: October 2002.
2009: The public footpath continued north-west eventually terminating on the Portnalls Road.
However, you could swing right and continue following the perimeter path around the northern side of the hospital.
In halcyon days, ramblers, dog walkers and horse riders could circumnavigate the uncharted eastern flank without incident.
But once the urban exploration movement exceeded security’s patience to deal with it, then being found on this side of
the hospital, even outside the perimeter fence, inevitably led to trouble.
