The second wing was also locked tight but Tom found a door at the end of
the building which opened. We quietly slipped inside only to find ourselves standing in a toilet.
Suddenly the silence was broken as several alarms went off. Electronic beepings and warblers wailed
and we stood motionless, temporarily stunned by the cacophony. Tom wondered if we’d set off
some form of "toilet alarm."
I peered out of the window. Lights flashed as the arms of the site's internal level crossing
came down to block the road. "It’s just the level crossing." I stood by the urinal with the camera
pointing through the smashed window and took a shot of the train as it sped by.