When I noticed the two figures walking across to us I wasn’t at all worried. They weren’t dressed as security
and both were carrying cameras and rucksacks: the universal disguise of the urban explorer.
It turned out one of them
had brazenly walked down the road to Sigma and turned left sharpish into the derelict Pyestock site
when he realised there were cars parked outside. "I didn’t even know there were active buildings here" he explained.
However, I suddenly realised this was the guy we’d seen and so hurriedly hid to avoid. Laughs all round.
Did they know where the plane was? Or the Power Station? No, they were
new to the site. We exchanged farewells and pushed on.
The mass of pipes emerging from the Air House was our next target. Whilst
we worked well in pairs, it appeared our triple was a little less organised and we all disappeared into the
maze of blue pipework individually. Not for the last time keeping our little team together was like herding cats.
View east across Pyestock from the top of one of the ammonia tanks.
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