The first building was an office and workers’ rest area. It was still littered with clothing,
hard hats, fluorescent jackets, papers and newspapers. A smashed TV sat forlornly in a cupboard.
I stepped outside and almost fell backwards inside again in my haste. Another Hanson van appeared
out of nowhere, travelling along a service road on the eastern side of the site. I had clearly
seen the two occupants, but had they seen me?
The van continued on its route and disappeared around the side of a kiln. This didn’t bode well at all;
we’d have to be lucky with our timing when we eventually left the safety of the buildings.