After giving Tom the fright of his life by popping up from
a walkway in front of him (as he throught I’d be behind him) I took stock of the
Air House. Here were the eight compressors which
blasted the air through the array of pipes to the various testing cells around us. The heart of
Even though we’d seen pictures of the Air House, nothing prepared us for actually
standing within its immense bulk. Adding to the awe of finding ourselves in this space
was the silence; cacooned in the heart of Pyestock, nothing could be heard.
Which probably made an interesting comparison with the sheer amount of noise this
place emitted when it was active.
Elevated view of the Air House from the south east corner taken above the loading
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