Pyestock Diaries

It was then I heard voices. Marlon suddenly froze as well. This was worse than the buzzing previously, as we both reacted the same way. We stood motionless, ears straining in the gloom, looking out over the darkening Air House.

"What was that?"
"Shhhh..."

Already, routes and possibilities were forming in my mind. If someone came into the Air House, we would see them and could make our escape out via the switchgear corridor at the back of the control room. So, I moved quietly to the windows and checked the view. Nothing.

"Come on, let's get out of here."

We silently exited into the darkness of the switchgear corridor, pausing to turn on torches. I was thinking of hiding under the control room, but as we'd heard nothing else, I was a little more brazen and felt confident about emerging in the air filter corridor. After pausing and listening, I quietly pushed the door open. Nothing. Quickly we scuttled down the corridor, back outside, down the stairs and into the visual jumble of Pyestock.

Darkening control room of the Air House. Southern view. 24|03|07 © Simon Cornwell 2007