"I really donít mind you dicking around on that hoist, but Iím here to take a few photographs." It was fairly late
in the afternoon and my fourth trip to Pyestock was becoming a little frustrating. Marlon and Tom had
found an emergency hoist in the gantry crane of the
Power Station, and Tom was debating whether to
give it a try. He'd uncoiled the rope so Marlon could test it at ground level by
putting his full weight on it.
I was worried that Tom would simply plunge straight down from the
cab after coiling the mechanism back up and jumping from the canopy; but I was more concerned
about the sheer amount of noise they were making.
Therefore I left them to it. I finished photographing the ground floor of the
Power Station and made my way into the
offices to the north of the building. Tom and Marlon eventually
reappeared looking a little sheepish. I couldnít really blame them: Marlonís camera was being repaired
so he was making do with an old film camera with hardly any features. (We would joke occasionally about his "analogue"
camera, itís ridiculously noisy timer and having to wind the film on). But he was making do with the best he had.
Tom suffered battery problems; his camera refused to work with the brand new
AA batteries heíd bought for it. (A similar fate happened to me at Cane Hill and RAF Upwood
and both explorations were never written up). Therefore the guys amused themselves in different ways - hence the winch.
Tom's drop from the crane gantry to the concrete floor of the turbine hall.
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