The Main Hall was an impressive surprise, having survived 15 years of dereliction (I may have mentioned
that length of time before).
The windows were smashed, but still held remnants of their fragile, leaded patterns.
It was an impressive space, thankfully spared the usual arson attacks, and looked as if it could brush up quite
well.
It’d been a rather stressful explore. Children played outside, and their shouts and screams echoed around the
asylum. Doors banged occasionally. And the group had unintentionally separated, so we’d kept close to
Administration in case they returned. (They eventually did, having explored part of the tunnel network). So,
with time running out, we quietly slipped out of the asylum, but I knew there was much more I wanted to
see.
© Simon Cornwell 2005
And now, please read the warning.
