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After being directed to a parking space by a smashed out ward, and ignoring the brass
band, bouncy castle and small fairground, Marlon found his way through the crowds
to meet us by Admin. We told him to lose the candy-floss, large stuffed animal and a
balloon with “I Love Hellingly” written on it; honestly, this was a derelict asylum and
not a fairground.
We set off, anti-clockwise, to our date with the hole in the fence.
(Left: Strangely this smashed up corridor was far more interesting since it went in the right
direction. The Main Hall could be seen through the roof, and I wanted to
experience Hellingly’s wonderful space for myself).
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