It’s a maze of buildings, and walkways and roads. Sometimes you can see doors in the third storeys, opening out into nothing but iron cages. Cane Hill is a strange, strange place.

I’m often amazed at the condition of the tarmac around this wing. There’s no grass or plants growing through it after at least twelve years of dereliction. Whoever laid this can do my driveway anytime!

Here I've past No. 3 Garden, shared by Donne/Dickens, Ellis and Faraday. The later is the tall imposing building in front, with Ellis crouching to the right.