st. crispin | red fences and red tape
02|01|04

In February, I started work at Rauceby on my virtual asylum. Smorgy took a camcorder. We played with angles, styles and locations. I practised my burgeoning presentation style. At least wed try to get something on film, but St. Crispin's was surely lost to us now.

Left: Western wards at St. Crispin. The light was finally dying at this point.