We’ll never know who, or what, we heard. We moved slowly down the stairs, and peered
gingerly down the "brown corridor". No-one was there. Quickly we made our way across
into the loading bay, down the concrete beds of the huge compressors and out
through the loading bay doors. We saw, and heard, no-one and back outside
quickly breathed a sigh of relief.
By now, back in the sunlight, we’d regained our nerve and decided to check out the weird
"fan building" opposite. Oddly it appeared to be made entirely out of wood and some broken
and missing slats allowed us to get inside. It was our first disappointment. The building
appeared to be of wooden frame construction, built over a water filled reservoir. And that
was it. Tom, however, wasn’t happy with this, so decided to take the exterior steps
and get onto the roof. I was more apprehensive as we were in full view of the Air House
and whoever was in it, but this seemed a good opportunity. There wasn’t much to see on the
roof however, except the huge fans themselves, and I was worried that security would clock us
if we leant over the parapret to get some shots of the entire site. Some hurried low shots
later, we were scurrying back down the stairs and away onwards towards the next building east.
North west view of the Air House loading bay.
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