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  1. USA army of the 12 monkeys

    lil place in my backyard... i've been coming to this spot for over a decade. tragically i've only picked up a camera a few years back. it's nice to be able to visit a location many times in the continuation of self improvement and documenting the destruction of a location. heres a few shots from over the past year: pano from last summer. i ran here one day as the sun set. i wanted to catch the lighting. belly of the boiler. behind the controls. another scrapper hard at work i see. test shop. looking down the next year would be sad times as kids from all over began to populate this place. i used to be able to walk around for weeks without running into a soul, and now there could be 30 kids here. in a short period of time shity taggers would desicrate the temple. angering the gods. even the snow doesnt cover that grime. she sure is a beauty tho. i've been to quite a few generating stations and none compare it felt like a train station grande hall. standing in the freezing cold taking a pic of snow falling (or ceiling) so ladylike everyones favorite hallway which was in a movie for 3 seconds. (relax-its photoshopped.....or is it???) until next time . . .
  2. Another drive past find on a trip to Italy last year, never seen pics of it, so we called it Powerplant Percy. It was a sub-station of some sort, but stripped out and not much to see, but it was rather nice inside, so here you have it. Well there you have it, a stripped out shell, but they need a bit of love too, or maybe not, you got this far, so you must have enjoyed it
  3. History “Originally the station [Otahuhu A] was designed to be maintenance free but this proved to be a fallacy early on. Although we all knew very little about gas turbines, we learnt quickly that there was a great team environment” (Allen Morrison, former generation technician). Otahuhu Power Station is located in Otara, in Auckland, New Zealand’s largest city. The site holds two decommissioned plants: Otahuhu A and Otahuhu B. Otahuhu A, a gas turbine plant, was constructed in the 1960s. When it became operational in 1968, it had four 45 MW gas turbine units and, for three years, it contained the largest turbines in Australasia. Two additional units using Rolls-Royce Olympus gas turbines were installed in 1978, to cope with the demands of a rapidly expanding city. The turbines in Otahuhu A were retired from electricity generation in the late 1990s. However, they remained in service to provide reactive power to Transpower NZ, the owner of the national grid. Active power is the energy used to power our homes and various devices, while reactive power is used to regulate voltage in an electrical power system. This prevents damage, such as the overheating of generators and motors, reduces transmission losses and helps to maintain the ability of the system to withstand and prevent voltage collapse. The turbines were finally decommissioned in November 2013. The Otahuhu B site was commissioned in January 2000 at a cost of $350 million. It was a natural gas combined cycle plant that used a Siemens V94.3A(2) gas turbine in single-shaft configuration. When it was first commissioned, the plant capacity was 385 MW; however, upgrades to the equipment had to be made in 2005 to increase the amount of electricity being produced by the plant. It’s capacity subsequently increased to 404 MW. Otahuhu B was still a relatively new plant when it closed its doors in September 2015 (it had only been run for half of its expected life). Sadly, of the thirty-three people working at the plant, fifteen were left without jobs, while the rest were transferred to other Contact sites. According to Contact Energy, the former owners of the site, the plant was turned off due to the increasing development of renewable energy across New Zealand, such as the new Te Mihi geothermal power station. One report also indicated that ‘New Zealand has a surplus of generating capacity at the moment and this means that generators have less control of the price. To make money they need to keep the system on the edge of a shortage. Shutting down Otahuhu is consistent with this objective.’ Otahuhu Power Station was sold to Stonehill Property Trust for $30 million in February 2016. Both plants are due to be cleaned of asbestos, dismantled and sold off as scrap. It is expected that the land will eventually be sold off for commercial and industrial use. Our Version of Events It recently came to our attention that the old Otahuhu Power Plant closed its doors back in 2015 and is now due to be demolished, so we decided to go have a wee look. Having heard that demo work was already in progress, though, we weren’t expecting to find much, especially after catching a rumour about the police blowing up the control room as part of a training exercise. Our first glimpses of the site showed our speculations to be accurate. Site A, the oldest part of the power station, is currently semi-demolished and it has many, many holes in it. Obviously, this made accessing it very easy, but we were a bit disappointed to find we’d missed out on our chance to see the turbines. Nevertheless, as with most power stations, there was still plenty of stuff lying around, so it wasn’t a complete waste of a journey. The control room was certainly interesting too, for it did indeed look like someone had lobbed a few grenades around in there. Nevertheless, after spending a good hour on the site, we decided we’d revisit the site during the day the following day, as it was difficult to take photos and not get caught waving torches around – especially when the building didn’t have much of a roof left. We returned the next day and gathered the snaps we’d been after. Then, we decided to head over to site B, the newer plant. At this point, we weren’t sure whether the site was closed or not, since there were two car parks nearby and they were full of cars. What is more, all of the lights were still on, and a few machines were still casually humming away. Yet, despite having initial reservations, we crept onto the site, albeit very slowly. The entire place looked like a live power station; it seemed as though it could be put back into operation tomorrow, and it felt like we were going to accidently bump into someone – a worker or security guard – at any moment. There was some evidence that demolition work might have begun from the outside, or at least some redecoration work, but we really weren’t sure which at this point. We must have been on the second site around two minutes before we noticed that we may have wandered directly into the path of a camera. That’s what worrying about bumping into workers does to you… Nevertheless, rather than run away we decided it would be worth the risk to crack on and get inside the main building. After all, opportunities like this only come round every so often. So, that’s what we did. In the end, we’re glad we did because inside we found ourselves surrounded by fine quality industrial porn. We spent the next forty minutes or so convinced security would be onto us at any moment, so every single sound made us stop in our tracks. As it turned out, though, no one turned up to give us a bollocking and escort us off site, so, all in all, it ended up being a great explore. Explored with Nillskill. Otahuhu A 1: 2: 3: 4: 5: 6: 7: 8: 9: 10: 11: 12: 13: 14: 15: 16: 17: 18: 19: 20: 21: 22: 23: 24: 25: 26: 27: 28: Otahuhu B 29: 30: 31: 32: 33: 34: 35: 36: 37: 38: 39: 40: 41: 42: 43: 44: 45: 46:
  4. HFC - Belgium - May 2016

    Quick report as I don't have any historical info. Fun explore, although got cut a bit short, after being caught, so I need to go back one day to finish it... Secca was really nice. He offered me some coffee and cola, while waiting for the police. Police was less amused and they didn't wanna believe I was there, on my own, just taking pics. Ended up being searched, then my bag + car and finally by the policeman destroying my memory card with his pocket knife, handing the remains to the security guard. Luckily I was shooting on 2 cards simultaneously and I managed to hide 1 of the cards while waiting for police... Having a backup sometimes makes sense. Now, on with the shots; 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 Cheers for looking!
  5. History The New Zealand Loan and Mercantile Agency Company, originally known as the Otago Wool Stores, was built in stages between 1872 and 1885 by notable architects Mason and Wales and R.A. Lawson. The initial project was financed by an American merchant and businessman, Henry Driver, who settled in Dunedin in 1861 and established the Wool Stores company in 1871. The site was selected as the perfect location for a wool store because of its close proximity to the harbour. Although construction of the two-storey building was expected to be swift, progress was delayed due to concerns about the stability of the ground since the foundations would rest on part of the old sea bed. This problem was rectified by 1872 and by 1873 the first part of the building was completed. At the time, the tide would surround it at high water; however, over the years additional land has gradually been reclaimed, so the water’s edge now lies approximately forty metres away from the premises. By 1885 the premises comprised a main warehouse, several offices, a stable and engine house, and was described by many as being ‘the finest building of the kind in New Zealand’. As with other key structures in Dunedin, the main building itself is constructed of stone that was mined from quarries at the water of Leith and the Town Belt. Additional stone for the piers, windows and doors was excavated from quarries at Port Chalmers. As for the roof, it had thirty-nine skylights of rolled plate glass originally, and the remainder of the roof was lined with Bangor slates. Inside, at some point in its early history, a railway gauge was laid through the centre of the building to improve the efficiency of the service area. The tracks allowed goods to be moved to the main railway lines that ran parallel to the main building. A number of trapdoors and hoists were also installed, to move bales of wool between floors. Towards the end of the 1800s, the Otago Wool Stores were taken over by the New Zealand Loan and Mercantile Agency Company, with Henry Driver appointed as the manager of the Dunedin branch. It is reported that the company was ‘a prominent London-based pastoral finance concern’ with links to the Bank of New Zealand and the Colonial Bank of New Zealand. At the time, it was one of the largest companies in New Zealand and one of the key sellers and distributors of wool, grain, animal produce and other stock. Being a London based company also meant that money could be borrowed and distributed more easily. After purchasing the building, the Loan and Mercantile Agency Company altered the design of the premises so that a number of ‘handsome, classically-styled’ offices could be housed inside. During this time the roof was also altered, and a raised saw-tooth design was selected to replace the original skylights and slate tiles. The New Zealand Loan and Mercantile Agency Company owned the building up until 1961. Following a financial crisis throughout the country, and the fact that there were too many stock and station agents (which were warranted because railways and roads were still being built across New Zealand, and such companies were vital in managing the transportation of goods to and from farms) the company merged with Dalgety, becoming Dalgety & New Zealand Loan Ltd. From the 1960s onwards, Stewart’s Transport purchased and occupied the building. Various alterations were made inside at a cost of $31,000, to create 6,000ft of office space and a board room. The original 100,000 square feet of warehouse space was retained. In later years, the upper storey was let to a clothing manufacturer, Sew Hoy and Sons Ltd., and the ceiling space to an indoor go-karting company who also set up a small arcade in parts of the ground floor of the premises. The go-karting business was the last to vacate the building at some point between 2008 and 2010. Since the early 2000s, though, the building as a whole has fallen into a dilapidated state. One by one its windows were gradually boarded up, and the masonry has started to crumble in several places. Currently, the future of the building remains uncertain; although, there is evidence that some restoration work has been carried out in the last few years. Our Version of Events Dunedin’s a place that’s often described as still being a bit ‘Wild West’. The main shopping precinct, for instance, is found down the main road of the city where there are old-fashioned shop fronts with canopied pedestrian walkways on either side. The chances of catching a train are so slim you’d find it easier to find a horse to ride to the next town or city. And beneath the surface and overall façade, much of the architecture is wooden and very colonial. In many ways then, the former New Zealand Loan and Mercantile Agency Company building fits the general theme that’s going on rather well, as it too has a certain Wild West feel about it. So, bearing that in mind, we can continue with the story. It was just before midnight, when two silhouetted riders appeared on the horizon. Their horses whined and reared; they were tired after a hard night of urbexing and in desperate need of rest. Their riders, however, were keen for one last explore, so they spurred their animals forward, towards the remains of the New Zealand Loan and Mercantile Agency Company. Outside the building, the pair quickly dismounted and tied up their faithful steeds: Passing Wind and Mary Hinge. Their boots clanked loudly against the ground as they walked towards a nearby window. Pulling out his six-shooter, Nillskill blasted it three times. Access isn’t a problem when you carry around Smith and Weston Schofields and Winchesters. At this point, though, we should warn new ‘urbexers’ that carrying around such equipment counts as being equipped if caught by the police, so it’s likely you’ll get arrested for breaking and entering. Or worse, you’ll be done for being caught in an enclosed space with ‘tools’. Anyway, back to the story. With the window pane successfully shattered, the pair of dusty desperados climbed through the wooden frame with relative ease. Inside, the building was still. Only the curtain by the window stirred the silence as it flapped in the breeze. Undeterred, however, the pair moved on into the corridor. Their boots resounded on the hard wooden floorboards. But otherwise, the eerie silence prevailed. However, turning the next corner revealed something unexpected. The pair found themselves inside some sort of make-shift saloon, called Rosie O’Greedy’s Bad Time Bar. Without further ado they demanded whisky, and using a deep husky tone advised the bar tender to leave the bottle. Ignoring the no-smoking sign displayed prominently over the bar, Nillskill pulled a small packet of matches from his saddle bag. He withdrew a single match and in one swift motion brushed it against the hard stubble on his face. The match erupted, baring a bright orange flame. Each of the bandits leaned in over the match in turn, using it to light their partagas (strong Cuban cigars, for all those English pipe smoking folk reading this report. I say, what ho! Pip pip). A cloud of thick smoke filled the room. For a while the pair laid down their Nikon D3100s, and other gadgetry, choosing instead to revel in the moment. After several undisturbed moments of smoking, bucket spitting and drinking, a spicy little thing dressed in a black corset and matching suspenders wandered over. Her auburn hair was long and wavy. She walked over to Nillskill and, resting her foot on the base of his stool, started to adjust her stocking. Extending her other arm over the bar, she reached for the ashtray. For a brief moment, she held her cigarette holder above it, until finally she gave it two firm taps causing the ash to fall. She leaned over to Nillskill and whispered into his ear, seductively. The other desperado couldn’t quite hear what she was saying, so had to piece together the information he could hear: ‘upstairs… $18 dollars… whips and chains… handcuffs… bad boy…’. In the end he got the gist of the conversation. All of a sudden, however, before this report could become anymore raunchy, the Wild Bunch burst through the doors of the saloon. Captain Bill, Black Jack, Big Jim, Emmett Tibbs and Indian Joe entered the room. New on the block they were trendy kids who prefer to post video reports. Each of them were wearing ‘proper’ urbex attire: clown masks covered their faces, and they each wore dark hoodies – with their hoods up. Captain Bill spoke first, he seemed to be their leader, while the others hastily updated their Instagram accounts and Twitter feeds. “This urbex ain’t big enough for the both of us, WildBoyz”, he growled. Nillskill spat into the bucket one last time, and pushed the scantily clad whore to one side. She would have to wait until later. As he moved he withdrew his tripod and lobbed it in their general direction. It caught Emmett Tibbs on the side of the head, smashing into his GoPro which, in turn, caused him to stumble. It did no damage unfortunately, and merely served to piss the Wild Bunch off even further. Each of them withdrew their pistols and a shootout ensued. WildBoyz leapt behind the bar, taking cover to avoid the onslaught. Bullets shattered the bottles above them, and liquor splashed and erupted everywhere. A mirror suddenly exploded, covering the sheltering pair in jagged shards of glass. Defending themselves, they returned fire, releasing a volley of rounds toward the Wild Bunch. Emmett Tibbs, the unlucky bastard, caught another blow, this time to his chest. Blood and other essential inside bits of him exploded from his chest. He collapsed knees first, before finally crumpling to the ground in a growing pool of crimson blood. Using Tibbs as a distraction, as Black Jack and Indian Joe were desperately trying to send a Snapchat of the chaotic scene, WildBoyz decided to move. The pair raced towards a nearby trapdoor and hurled themselves inside. Everything around them turned dark as they fell for what felt like an eternity. They hit the ground with a loud crash, but with little time to check for injury continued on towards an empty mine cart. They’d landed in the cellar of the building, and decided that their best means of escape was the old railway network. Above them, as they leapt inside the cart, Captain Bill and his gang fired their pistols and rifles like frenzied wild men. They too were starting to jump into the cellar though, so the two bandits didn’t have long. Nillskill fired a round at a nearby lever and the cart they were in slowly started to move. It creaked and rumbled loudly as it gradually picked up speed along the rusted tracks. Several moments later and WildBoyz were being pursued by the Wild Bunch, who had found a second cart. Bullets and camera lenses whizzed past heads, and sparks sprang from the tracks as the carts flew around tight bends in the depths of the cellar. Aiming his pistol carefully, Nillskill’s trusty partner fired a shot. It caught Big Jim right smack in the face. Jim’s clown mask exploded into hundreds of tiny pieces, along with his face. Despite Jim’s unfortunate end, the Wild Bunch continued their pursuit. With the end of the line in sight, the two desperados needed a distraction to shake the remaining Wild Bunch boys. With some quick thinking, Nillskill, using the flash on his camera to temporarily stun the pursuers, allowed his partner to fire several more rounds and throw a stick of ACME TNT. Unfortunately, all of the rounds missed, but, unexpectedly, Indian Joe caught the TNT. Unsure what the strange sparkling stick was, because he was born and raised out in the desolate plains of Sunderland, where the way of life is more culturally deprived, he mistook the stick for a candle. Captain Bill tried desperately to wrestle the stick from Joe, but he wasn’t having any of it. He smashed Bill squarely on the jaw with the butt of his Winchester lever-action repeating rifle, and sent him tumbling over the side of the cart. Bill screamed, but quickly disappeared from sight as the carts rocketed towards the very end of the track. Only his clown mask hovered in the air for a second, before it too tumbled into the abyss below. Suddenly, an eruption of flame and smoke appeared from the Wild Bunch’s cart. It exploded and sent shards of metal and debris towards WildBoyz. The pair ducked, as a large chunk of railway sleeper sailed across their heads. Behind them, where the second cart had been, lay splinters of metal and wood and the crumpled remains of Indian Joe and Black Jack. Right now, Jack really was was living up to his name. Before they could stare in awe any longer, however, the first cart smashed into a solid wooden barrier – they had reached the end of the line. Both explorers were flung into the air as their cart broke apart. They landed with a crash into a small building at the far end of the cellar. The pair laid on the floor, surrounded by debris and a cloud of dust, until the silhouette of a small man appeared before them. It was Deputy Sheriff Kum Hia Nao. As acting security for the site, he demanded to know what the pair were doing. After explaining that they were there only to take photos, Kum Hia Nao decided to escort them off the premises, making it clear to them both that they were lucky the police hadn’t been called for their wily act of trespass. He did, however, thank them profusely for ridding him of the five clowns that had been taking bondage photos of each other while tied to chairs for the past few nights. Explored with Nillskill. *There may be several slight exaggerations in this version of events. The New Zealand Loan and Mercantile Agency Company 1: 2: 3: 4: 5: 6: 7: 8: 9: 10: 11: 12: 13: 14: 15: 16: 17: 18: 19: 20: 21: 22: 23: 24: 25: 26: 27: 28:
  6. History “The decision has been made to dismantle the Bishop Auckland gas holder as it no longer serves a purpose in maintaining gas supplies to the local area. The ongoing costs of keeping the gas holder in good repair have become economically unviable” (Tim Harwood, Programme Manager). The former gas silo in Tindale Crescent, Bishop Auckland, was erected in 1951, to supply gas to the growing number of residents in the area. The heavy-duty steel container could hold up to three million cubic feet of gas, which is enough to supply approximately three thousand homes with gas for an entire day. Originally, the gas was made from coal at a local gasworks; however, following the discovery of gas in the North Sea many gas holders in the area were quickly made redundant. As gas pipes were upgraded, and new ones laid, most gas silos in and around Bishop Auckland were dismantled. The gas holder at Tindale Crescent remained in situ up until August 2014 as it was used to bolster Northern Gas Network’s supplies during colder winter months. Nevertheless, as a result of advances in technology, which substantially enhanced the capability of modern-day equipment, the gas silo was eventually rendered superfluous. To keep the demolition operation safe and environmentally friendly, long armed-shears were used to dismantle the old gas silo. All of the other surplus equipment on the site was also removed, including the solidified oily sludge that had settled at the bottom of the gasholder tank. All of the steel-based materials were later recycled. Presently, the land the former gas silo used to stand on remains barren and undeveloped. Our Version of Events After hearing that Bishop Auckland’s old gas silo was due to be demolished, we decided to have a quick wander over there early one morning, before we set off to tackle more challenging things in the afternoon. Access to the silo could have been extraordinarily easy, but for some reason we made it much more difficult than it needed to be. First of all, we decided to wander through a field of feisty ‘gyppo’ horses (the sort that charge at you if you dare to glance in their general direction). After that, we decided to risk losing testicles by climbing two palisade fences. These fences looked particularly pointy too, almost as though some pissed off fence worker had been having a bad day and decided to intentionally sharpened them. The solid steel spikes glistened dazzlingly beneath the sun as we precariously edged our way, one testicle at a time, over the top of them. From the top of the fence we had to jump, as another fucker had decided to place a large coil of barbed wire at the very base. It took several excruciatingly tense minutes until we were all safely inside the compound. The inside of the fenced off area was mostly covered in gravel, except for a few weeds poking through here and there. Directly in front of us was the gas holder itself, and some smaller pieces of equipment attached to the side of it. The main tank dominated the view in front of us; it was a lot taller than we’d first expected. It was at this point, however, that we noticed the small gate just behind us, and as it turned out it was already open... What this means is that if one of us had actually ended up getting castrated, it would all have been completely unnecessary. The gate was well oiled too, so it opened without so much as a squeak. Next, then, after that slight fuck up, most of us chose to climb over the fence guarding the main staircase leading to the top of the silo. Rizla decided not to join us, and instead made use of the large ladder-like rungs on the side of the tank. Needless to say, he managed to get to the top far quicker than the rest of us. It took the rest of the group a while longer to navigate our way over the slightly rusty steel barbs. Once we were all on the staircase it didn’t take long to race to the top and take a few shots though. Up on top, there wasn’t much to see. This didn’t surprise us of course; you’d have to be a very imaginative sort of person if you expect to find anything incredibly interesting on top of a gas silo. What did surprise us, however, was that the top of the tank was a lot less stable than you’d think. It was pretty sketchy edging our way of the top to reach the middle, and felt a lot like it was going to give way under our weight. Thankfully it didn’t, and we survived long enough to have a quick climb up one of the ‘ladders to nowhere’. This was quite a strange experience, since the ladder quite literally does just end. It’s a weird feeling standing at the top with nowhere else to go. On the whole, we spent more time on top of the old silo than we’d first planned. The views weren’t too bad after all. But, in the end the smell of gas made us come down. Although the silo seemed empty, after we’d played around with a few rusty dials, valves and industrial taps the smell of gas has become noticeably more pungent. We’re pretty sure the container was mostly empty when we first arrived, but to be safe we decided to leave. One slight spark and we’d all be flying mince, and none of us fancied a departure note of that description on our tombstones. Explored with Ford Mayhem, Meek-Kune-Do, Rizla Rider and Subject 47. 1: 2: 3: 4: 5: 6: 7: 8: 9: 10: 11: 12: 13: 14: 15: 16: 17: 18: 19: 20:
  7. History This site was originally the home of the largest employer in the area, but now after 20 years, the majority of its towering structures are now empty. There has been a limestone quarry on this site since 1851, which in conjunction with the nearby Shoreham and Steyning Railway, brought about a large amount of rail based traffic to and from the site. However, the railway was closed to passenger traffic on 7th March 1966. The site has been acquired in recent years by Dudman Aggregates and there is now regular activity and security on site. Visit After hearing about this place so many times, I thought i'd finally arrange a trip there for an early birthday splore and check it out, and hopefully get passed security, after being told by everyone they were on the ball. @CuriousityKilledTheCat and i decided to go there at midday, big mistake that was, because it was one of the hottest days of the year so far when we arrived, it quickly became apparent just how big this place was, i'd checked it out before hand, but none of the photos did the size of the place any justice. Drenched in sweat, after trekking for what seemed like miles in the midday sun, we'd finally got to where we needed to be, unfortunately, there was a lot of activity on site. after doing some recon, we'd found the best route, and went for it, just being missed by a worker sat in his lorry, we'd made it into the main parts. The place was full of corroded metal and had some flooded areas, but it was good to finally get in there and check it out Big thanks to Curiousity for the successful tour Images aren't great because i couldn't be arsed with hauling a tripod around in the heat Thanks For Looking
  8. Thought i'd keep these 2 in the same report because they were part of the same company. History Mills... Tonedale Mills, including Tone Mills, was a large wool factory in Wellington, Somerset that was the largest woollen mill in South West England. Owned by Fox Brothers, it was most famous for the production of “Taunton serge”, and later the khaki dye used by the British Army. The mill was established in the middle of the eighteenth century, and thrived during the industrial revolution. At its peak, around 6,500 metres of material was produced at the factory each day. The cheap cost of producing fabric in third-world countries contributed to the factory mostly closing during the 1980s. Dye Works... Due to the acquisition of the old flour mills this became the cloth finishing works. Sitting on the banks of the River Tone, the mills originally used water wheels on the river for power generation, the housing for which are still in place. Later with the introduction of steam and then electric power, the water was used as part of the cloth finishing process, and was managed more carefully with the introduction of a reservoir and sluice gates. Within the reservoir, the water was treated before its use. The finishing works and dye factory were both on this site. The former had a boiler house attached, while the latter had an engine house added. Explores Explored the first time with @TheVampiricSquid & @Biebs After arriving at the mills, we'd struggled to find a way in without alerting the neighbours, so we thought we'd try the dye works while waiting for some more info on easier access. when we arrived at the dye works, access was fairly simple, unaware of where access into the main bit, i'd managed to piss on it lmao, luckily there was shit loads of tarp laying around... When we finished up at the dye works, we headed back to the mills with a better route to take. This place was massive, and was slowly being taken over by nature! after spending a little while in there, we'd bumped into a couple of chavs who thought we were there ghost hunting... Then they started to trash the place, so we made a swift exit. During the first visit i was told about the boiler rooms... but we had to skip it incase the police turned up. so i headed back there a couple days later with @CuriousityKilledTheCat we'd gone back to the dye works so she could grab some shots in there, then up to the mills.... after a short look around, we'd soon discovered the boiler rooms, was definitely worth the revisit! Shout out to M.S for the info! Enjoy Mills Dye Works Cheers for looking!
  9. Chernobyl… Where do I start! Had an awesome action packed beer drenched week-long trip in the zone. I took 1400 photos, and saw some amazing sites in Pripyat. I’m going to start with Chernobyl Nuclear power plant, as it is a once in a lifetime site. It is my first nuclear power plant (!) and although originally sceptical about radiation levels, the dose I received in my 3 hour visit should be acceptable. Our tour guide had worked at the plant for 26 years! There was, understandably, a vast amount of security and ID checks to enter the plant. Although the station is long decommissioned, there is still plenty of activity around here, and will be for the foreseeable future. We had a comprehensive briefing on the disaster before entry, then some security and were led to the new sarcophagus construction yard. Some more security & lengthy ID checks, dressed up in all lab coats, foot covers & hat, more security, then inside the nuclear power plant. An exceptionally long corridor linked the 4 reactors. Control rooms for each nuclear reactor on the left, and turbine halls on the right. Nuclear Reactor 2 control room was a real highlight. I have never seen so many buttons & dials. Radiation was surprisingly low here. Then on to the wall beside the reactor 4, which had the accident. The giger counter went bonkers. Moving swiftly on to Nuclear reactor 3 turbine hall, which was very impressive. Finally more security, and radiation checks, and the monument outside. An outstanding visit. I’ve got loads of photos of Pripyat, and the partially built reactor cooling tower for reactor 5, which was never finishsed. All to follow. Explored with the excellent company of Stig, Auntieknickers, The Lone Ranger & two non members. History The history is well documented on the net. In summary: The Chernobyl disaster happened on 26 April 1986, in Ukraine, former USSR. An explosion & fire released large quanties of radioactive particles into the atmosphere over current day Ukraine & Belarus. It was the worst nuclear disaster in history. It is one of only two level 7 events (the other being Fukushima in 2011. To contain the contamination cost a lot money and a lot of lives. The other 3 nuclear reactors were restarted the same year, and were not decommissioned for some years later. monument to the disaster the new sarcophagus to cover reactor 4 the new sarcophagus to cover reactor 4 Let's go inside..... The very long corridor - linking all 4 nuclear reactors Nuclear power plant, Reactor 2 control room so many buttons Monument next to reactor 4, that exploded Turbine Hall, Nuclear Reactor 3 this is a model of reactor 4, which exploded and this diagram explains (best in the pictures!) how the new sarcophagus will be moved into position thanks for looking
  10. While working as an office manager at Hutchinson in Widnes in the 1860s, John Tomlinson Brunner met Ludwig Mond, who was also working there as a chemist. Mond decided to leave and establish a factory to produce alkali by the ammonia-soda process. Brunner joined as a partner. The factory at Winnington opened in 1873, and in time Brunner Mond & Co. Ltd became the largest producer of soda in the world. Brunner Mond merged with several other leading chemical companies to form Imperial Chemical Industries (ICI) in 1926. Winnington Works manufactured sodium carbonate (soda ash) and its various by-products such as sodium bicarbonate (bicarbonate of soda), and sodium sesquicarbonate. It was at the laboratories on this site that polythene was discovered by accident in 1933 during experiments into high pressure reactions. The Winnington Works were divested to the newly formed company, Brunner Mond, in 1991. It was again sold in 2006, to Tata and in 2011 was re branded as Tata Chemicals Europe. Soda ash and calcium chloride production ceased at the Winnington plant in February 2014, bringing to a close 140 years of soda ash production in Northwich. The head office and the sodium bicarbonate plant remain at Winnington. Rotary Dissolvers Heavy Ash Mixers Heavy Ash Secheurs These were used to dry the finished product Looking around the buildings a bit more, we find a filtration plant As a lover of anything control-roomy I got excited to see this sign... And was pretty disapointed to find only this inside. External shots Statues of John Tomlinson Brunner and Ludwig Mond stand either side of the entrance to Mond House, the company headquarters. And finally.... I had a brief look around this substation and pretty much dismissed it until at the last moment I noticed "System Control Room" above a door that opens to nowhere. Realising this was previously connected to the now-demolished power station, I made a bit more of an effort. Once I got inside my jaw dropped. The old control panels more than made up for the crappy control room in the main works.
  11. Belgium Rusty & Dusty

    Once in a while, I get actually excited about industrial locations, not that often to be honest but still. This was one of those moments, they even started demolishing parts of it, but still I thought it was worth a visit when the workmen had a day off. 1. 2. 3. 4. 5. 6. 7. 8. 9. 10.
  12. Czech Republic Czech industrial porn

    HI I´m new here. I´m from Czech and I will show you some places If you want my page is https://www.facebook.com/M%C4%9Bstsk%C3%BD-pr%C5%AFzkum-495287987276687/
  13. Evening kids, first report of the new year and as its my home town i kinda feel like i should make a bit of effort with this one. My long standing curiosity of what was on the other side of a certain wall in worcester was satisfied last night when i finally got around to hopping it and having a nosey, this in turn sparked a morning's research into what the tunnel was used for, which then lead to me reading a whole bunch of other stuff about the rest of the shrub hill and lowesmore industrial sites. As i said this is home turf for me and some of the derp warehouses that were standing around this part of town some 15 years ago when i was a young punk skiving off school were some of my first explorations, long before the cameras, the forums and the term uRb3X it was just me and my mates being little shits and going where we wanted. After a few years of raving it up reaching for the lazers and going out on the smash every weekend here i am full circle hanging out in derps again, only difference is this time i got a camera and a car Anyway enough of the life story, on with the explore, the shrub hill tunnel is a tunnel which runs down from the main lines of shrub hill, it was a siding used to service various companies. HHere's a lovely little hand drawn map of what we are looking at, pic courtesy of miac.org.co.uk, the tunnel is the dotted line running diagonally across/underneath the heenan froude ltd company Little bit of history about 3 of the companies the tunnel and siding serviced - In 1857 Thomas Clunes established the Vulcan Iron Works, Cromwell Street, Worcester as iron and brass founders. clunes later went into business with a couple railway fellas by the name of McKenzie and Holland and branched into the railway signal manufacturing business. Mckenzie & Holland manufactured signalling equipment which was used in many British and overseas signal boxes. The company expanded to become the foremost manufacturer of signalling equipment in the UK. Walter Holland became a J.P. for the City and County and was Mayor of Worcester from 1878 until 1881 and again in 1887. Mckenzie & Holland merged with other signal manufacturers in 1901 and became a limited company at the same time, wholly owned by the Consolidated Signal Company Limited. The Worcester operation was closed in 1921. The Mckenzie & Holland locomotive was then purchased by Heenan & Froude Ltd who took over responsibility for rail traffic. As you can see from the map above and the pic below here the tracks from the tunnel led right down to the worcester birmingham canal to accommodate goods coming in or going out via canal barge and locomotive, given the vulcan iron works were in the iron business i'm imagining a lot of coal was more than likely being brought down the shrub hill tunnel. The shrub hill tunnel ran underneath another company by the east side entrance to the tunnel, the Heenan and froude ltd company. Heenan & Froude was famous for building the 518ft high Blackpool Tower. It was once one of the largest employers of skilled workers in the area. The Company, who also had a factory in Manchester, opened its operation in Worcester in 1903, having moved from the Aston Iron Works in Birmingham to a part of the former worcester engine works co site at Shrub Hill. Heenan & Froude was a general purpose engineering company who made amongst other things exhaust and mine ventilating fans, colliery and mining plant, belts, conveyors, elevators, sawing machines, bench chains, water dynamo meters, spherical, horizontal and vertical engines, patent water boilers, bridge and roof iron work, and refuse destructors. Heenan & Froude also used the sidings that had been laid in 1865 and that were connected the 'vinegar works branch line. Shunting of rail traffic on the site was originally the responsibility of mckenzie & holland. When Mckenzie & Holland ceased in 1921 its locomotive was sold to Heenan & Froude who took over the shunting of the railway traffic. A new locomotive was purchased in 1928. The location of the engine shed is not known. This is the heenan and Froude building, the tunnel on the left in the first two images with the clock tower is the same as the small dark tunnel on the right in the third pic, im just stood right up the other end. i actually rooftopped this building when i was a kid, camera wasnt great on my 3310 though This is a quick couple of pics of how everything lays out on top, mainly because there's scaff and i could get a nice shot over the area On with the tunnel pics then This is the west side tunnel entrance leading into what was the vulcan ironworks/mckenzie holland and onto the canal. The tunnel on the right in this pic is the east side of the tunnel, 2 that's about it i reckon, thanks for looking kids happy new year to y'all
  14. The Xmas holidays made for some free time and the opportunity for me to explore. So I arranged a whole day out with my buddys and Storm LSF who was coming out with us for the 1st time.. So the Alarm goes of at 2:30am and I check the phone and 2 of the party have become lightweights We arrive at the south coast at 7am and its not good from the start. Fail, fail, and busted by a rather nice security guard. So it is onto our last stop of the day as it is now the afternoon and decided we would try this... With it being busy near the front doors we decided to head round the back and tackle the muddy and waterlogged fields and get in that way..... Once we had squeezed in (due to too much xmas choc I guess) it was time to grab a load of photos and then make a quick exit and get home for more xmas Choccys. And then as we are walking away we hear some shouting from the other side of the water from some folk, could not work out if it was get out of there or how did you get in lol, but we just stomped of into the sunset and headed home History Pinched from kkj The Clock House Brick Company Ltd was founded c.1933 to exploit a rich deposit of high-quality Weald Clay to the south of the Surrey village of Capel. Although the outbreak of war in 1939 brought some demand for bricks to help with the war effort, there was apparently little need for the high-grade hollow ceramic blocks which were Clockhouse's main product and conscription meant that there was also a severe shortage of labour. By 1941, the Company was in liquidation and sold the majority of its share capital to the London Brick Company (LBC) to avoid closing the works. In 1945, the Company was wound up for good and the works were acquired by the LBC. Under LBC, production was substantially increased, aided by the 1950s housing boom and in the 1960s the works was rebuilt to cope with ever increasing demand. The global financial crisis of 2008 hit the building materials industry hard: a sudden slump in housing prices meant that house-building ground almost to a halt and demand for bricks plummeted. In March 2009, a 'phased closure programme' which began later that month and led to the loss of 61 jobs with indication that there was no intention to re-activate the brickworks or extract clay from the adjacent pits. Since closure, Clockhouse Brickworks has been in limbo, slowly being stripped of anything valuable while a lengthy audit determines the planning conditions surrounding re-use of the site. Plans for an incinerator ('energy from waste facility') on the site, bitterly opposed by local residents, were thrown out by a High Court Judgment in 2009 and the future of the site is now uncertain. 1 2 3 4 5 6 :pThis is what I wanted to see here 7 35mm 8 85mm 9 17mm 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 And a few random pics from some place we got busted at during the day. Apparently we set of a PIR/alarm as we walked in 1 2
  15. France The Foot Factory...

    An exceptional, abandoned textiles factory in that there France... Thanks for lookin' in...
  16. Land on the Isle of Sheppy was acquired in 1968 by the Sheerness Steel Company and work on a steelworks began. Built within the Garrison Town surrounding Sherness Naval Dockyard, the first steel was produced in 1972 and production continued for the next thirty years. In 2003 the site was sold and the new owners invested heavily into Thamesteel, revitalising the production facilities and rolling mill. A new 95 tonne Fuchs UHP Electric Arc Furnace was installed, replacing the original blast furnace and enabling the recycling of scrap steel, followed by two in-line ladle furnaces to refine the steel before continually casting into billet. The new furnace and further investment in 2006 in a 4 station continuous casting machine increased production from 750,000 to 1 million tonnes. A large 18 stand rolling mill rolled the billets into straight bar rounds and rebar. In turn this was fed into a 10 stand rod finishing block. The resultant round or ribbed steel rods were then cooled and if necessary, coiled. By the late 2010s the company was experiencing financial difficulties and the threat of closure was realised. A number of measures were put in place to try to save the steelworks but in 2012 negative conditions in the market sealed its fate. The plant closed making all 350 staff redundant. Talk of the plant reopening continues, but with 250 outstanding unfair dismissal claims to be resolved first, a £3.5 million bill served on the land-owners to remove contaminated waste from the site and the deteriorating state of the structure, re-opening looks very unlikely. Visited with @SpiderMonkey and Kriegaffe9.
  17. Belgium Usine S - [May 2015]

    Most of the people that have been on the road with me, already know I don't like industrial buildings, at all. But this one kinda surprised me and kept me busy for a few hours! Lots of history, lots of green. And we actually managed to get on the top floor by climbing a lot! This used to be one of the first wooleries in Belgium.. It has a lot of history in it! We got in easily, something I never expected from this location. Absolutely love what I could make out of this!
  18. 3rd location of the July trip with Darbians, was this lovely old Industrial Wool Mill in deep Belgium. Arriving reasonably early, we were given an access route which seemed very high and dangerous and the worker of a nearby store was lurkign around outside keeping an eye on us, we decided to find a different route. A much easier and sensible route was found but we didn't go for an easy climb into the mill, no we clambered up a crumbling wall into a high window and onto a conveyor belt about 10ft of the ground (the exit was much easier) Wandering around taking a a lot of lovely photos, we had pretty much finished, but there was still the first floor area where all the old wool machines were stored (by a local museum), all access had been blocked off. Finding a rickety old ladder we climbed around a welded mesh grating, not the easiest, but definitely worth it!! It was so hot in this place, when we left, it was 40c! Not the best of weathers to be exploring about in! Enough of my gibberish, on with the pics! A lot of people post the faces of the furnaces here, but that wasn't the best part from the location the old steam engine and pump rooms were just stunning! One of the infamous faces Onto the first floor, we were not running late for meeting Valsdarkroom at a different derp, but we had to find access to the upper level, so glad we managed. There were so many machines crammed in up there, it was hard but so tempting to take photos of everything, but maybe next time as a re-visit is on the cards for the future! Thanks for looking!
  19. History Castmaster Roll, which has operated for over one hundred years, is a former foundry and manufacturing firm located in Sheffield. It was originally known as Davy Roll, the producer of gas lamps, but was renamed in 2003 after it was taken over by Mel Farrar. Castmaster specialised in rollmaking and later became a specialist producer of rolls for the steel industry; for rod, bar, light and medium sections and billet, narrow strip and tube mill applications. Rolls were also produced for the non-ferrous and food processing industries. The company were proud to have supplied Reeling and Roller Straightening in a comprehensive range of steel, adamite, iron and special alloy grades, up to a maximum roll size of 1,150mm diameter by 4,300mm long, with a delivered weight of 12,000 kilos. By December 2014, administrators were forced to admit that the historic Sheffield foundry was in severe financial difficulty; they warned that the company would fall into administration in 2015. True to their word, Castmaster Roll was dissolved in the early months of 2015, with the loss of 78 jobs. It was revealed, in February 2015, that the firm owed more than £500,000 to creditors; over 140 local and national companies are still owed money in the wake of the collapse of the company and it remains uncertain whether any money will be returned to unsecure creditors. Many people were stunned that the company, which had been successful for many years, had managed to get into this position. Everyone in steel and manufacturing industry across Sheffield were even more shocked when Castmaster Roll was finally forced to close its doors forever. Castmaster Roll was one of the last remaining European suppliers of rolls in the UK Our Version of Events This little piece of Sheffield’s formerly booming steel industry only just recently came to my attention, despite having passed it on several occasions this year. It seems that even though the lights were on and the building appeared to be fully functioning, it has deceived everyone temporarily; it has been, for a little while now, abandoned. Regrettably, I was a little late for this one, as demolition has already begun – presumably to redevelop the area into industrial units, or as a base for another company – and some of its key features have been removed. However, there was still fun to be had and I feel that it was well worth a wander over. Although the machine shop has been entirely stripped and the foundry is slowly disappearing, the medical room, air-raid shelter, offices and washhouses are still in excellent condition, so there is certainly still plenty to see. *A special thanks is owed to ACID-REFLUX for this one; cheers for the heads up and being a detailed source of info. Castmaster Roll The Foundry High Voltage Areas The Machine Shop
  20. History “Let this be our motto so God will prosper our efforts: Not slothful in business, fervent in spirit, serving God. In prosperity let us not forget Merciesâ€. Edwin Corah and John Harris Cooper. The reputed company, Corah, was founded by Nathaniel Corah inside the Globe Inn on Silver Street in Leicester. It operated from 1815 through to 1999. Originally, Corah produced garments on a knitting frame on his farm, however, the original business model which stemmed from this embryonic occupation sought to purchase already-completed stockings, to then sell them elsewhere at a profit. The factory would become the first in Leicester to be built and designed for steam operation, around a central beam engine; although before that the initial place of operations was opened in 1824 and it remained there on Union Street up until 1845. During this time, Corah’s three sons – John, Thomas and William – were taken into partnership and the company became known as Nathaniel Corah & Sons. By 1855, the company had once again been renamed; this time to Thomas Corah & Sons, and during this time it had over 2000 knitting frames. It was, subsequently, one of the largest hosiery firms in England at the time. The company continued to prosper over the next ten years and by 1865 the premises were once again deemed too small to cater for the scale of manufacture. The company relocated to a larger site later that same year, which was close to both the River Soar and the Great Central Railway; a location which had obvious transportation benefits. This was the factory that would be powered by a large steam powered beam engine. Accordingly, by the early 1870s, the firm was able to expand its product range considerably, and as a result they began to produce a range of football and rugby jerseys, alongside a range of men and women’s garments. Corah was the first company to develop a relationship with Marks & Spencer. One of the main advantages of this association allowed Marks & Spencer to reduce costs by cutting out wholesalers. Working alongside each other also meant that both companies could work together closely to produce products of a higher quality. This relationship was, however, risky for Corah since there was a risk that they would be blacklisted by the Wholesale Textile Association (WTA). In an attempt to avoid this, Corah referred to Marks & Spencer in its accounts only in coded terms. Nonetheless, as predicted, the WTA became aware of the partnership and it removed Corah’s name from the list of approved suppliers. Nonetheless, soon after, many other manufacturers also began to deal with retailers directly, and so the impact of being blacklisted was limited. By the 1960s, Corah employed over 6,000 employees, making it one of the largest manufacturing companies in England at the time. Unfortunately, however, the recessions through both the 1970s and 80s caused the UK hosiery industry to fall into severe financial difficulties. In the aftermath, Corah and other UK companies were challenged by relentless financial complications, changing styles of clothing and foreign competition. Corah finally lost its final link with the founding family in 1989 and later that same year it was sold to an Australian company where it was then broken up after the buyer crashed itself. Sadly, by the late 1900s, the entire Corah enterprise had ceased all of its operations. Today, some parts of the monumental factory are still used by small scale hosiery manufacturers, and a small number of other businesses, however, much of the remaining site is completely derelict and deteriorating rapidly. Our Version of Events “You can’t come to Leicester and not take a look at Corah†said an excited KM_Punk. “What the fuck’s Corah†we replied, with rather clueless expressions on our faces. A little taken aback, Punk was having none of it, and with that we set off, through Leicester’s rush-hour traffic, towards the legendary former textile manufacturer. After surviving yet another journey in ‘The Car’, we wasted no time, and immediately set about trying to find a way inside the mammoth-sized building. That description is no exaggeration either, the place is fucking enormous. Several minutes later though, despite its size, we were all sniffing the stale mustiness; ready to tackle the beast. Sadly, as we’d been warned prior to entering, the place is very trashed indeed; however, if you look hard enough, and risk venturing into the shadowy depths of Corah, little pieces of the past begin to surface. Since Corah has such an extensive and important past (inasmuch as a few days later even an Officer of The Law recommended that we paid the place a little visit), I’m thankful that Punk took the time to bring it to our attention. On the whole, we had a good wander: we grabbed plenty of shots, soaked up some decent views from the rooftop and even managed to test Punk’s climbing capabilities in our attempt to grab a quick peek at the reception area which had, up to that point, been inaccessible. Above all, however, we left feeling much more educated about Leicester’s past. Explored with Ford Mayhem, Soul and KM_Punk. 1: Corah & Sons 2: The Stairwell 3: The Textiles Room 4: Strange Décor 5: The Rooftop 6: The City of Leicester 7: Corah Sign 8: The Cages 9: Old Paperwork 10: The Burnt Office 11: Danger of Overheating 12: Tapes and Records 13: Another Way to the Roof 14: Looking Over Corah & Sons 15: Inside the First Bridge 16: Dirty 17: The Second Bridge 18: The 'Mystical' Looking Door 19: Crucial Office Supplies 20: Official Documentation 21: Back on the Roof 22: WildBoyz Meet the Punk 23: Textiles Machine 24: Ironing Boards and Surfaces 25: Looking Back at Corah 26: Clothes, Tags and Zippers 27: The Main Entrance Doors 28: Main Reception and Receptionist 29: The Vender
  21. History Dyson Thermal Technologies was founded in the early 1800s, in the small valley of Stannington, by John Dyson. Initially it was operated solely by Mr. Dyson, who single-handedly mined clay to make bricks; however, by 1838 the business was listed as John Dyson and Son: Black Clay Miners and Firebrick Manufacturers. In the years that followed, Dyson became known as a high quality, high volume refractory manufacturer in the UK, and as the company grew it also became a manufacturer for ceramics; for the booming steel industry in Sheffield. Unfortunately, however, as technologies progressed in the late 90s and early 00s, which made it more economically viable to run plants that incurred lower energy costs, Dyson’s traditional manufacturing process which relied heavily on using gas fired kilns became increasingly more expensive to maintain. By 2005 a decision was made to move all operations to China and, subsequently, the plant closed down later that year; although the offices continued to operate for some time after the ‘official’ closure date to ensure that the relocation was smooth and efficient. Our Version of Events Knowing that Dyson Thermal Technologies has been done countless times before, I can’t say we expected much as we pulled up outside. Nevertheless, we were driven to visit on account of the slither of curiosity that remained somewhere inside ourselves. The day didn’t look hopeful as we set off in the rough direction of Stannington though, as dark clouds loomed in the sky and the windscreen began to blur with a light patter of rain. However, fortunately, when we arrived the rain decided to stop momentarily, so we seized the moment and darted inside as quickly as two sleep-deprived people could manage. Once inside, while staring at a semi-demolished section of the plant, we instantly began to wonder what we were doing and why we’d wasted the time to even get out of the car. But, we decided to persevere and all in all I’m quite glad we did. While the upstairs parts of the plant are almost entirely ruined, downstairs, in the lower sections, the old brick kilns can be found, and they were certainly worth the effort. Additionally, as we made our way around more of the site, other interesting relics of Dyson’s factory began to emerge and, although a lot of it has been vandalised, some fairly photogenic bits and pieces still remain. Explored with Ford Mayhem. 1: Dyson Thermal Technologies Chimney 2: Lift and Cage 3: Dyson Technologies in Ruins 4: Leftover Pallets 5: Heading Downstairs 6: Office Downstairs 7: Some of the Good Stuff 8: Old Produce 9: Broken Cart 10: Dyson's Warehouse 11: Single Chair in the Warehouse 12: Kiln Area 13: Kilns 14: Looking Inside one of the Large Kilns 15: Workmen's Lockers 16: Storage Area 17: Oil Tankers 18: Dyson from Up Above 19: Looking Down 20: We Have Power 21: Amperes 22: The Red Chair 23: Looking Through to the Garage 24: Scales 25: Former Workshop Area 26: Files and Paperwork 27: Storage Racks 28: 'Leave Only Footprints' 29: Walking Among the Ruins 30: The Chimney
  22. The history of Robert Fletcher & sons paper mill dates back to the industrial revolution. The company was once owned by Ralph Crompton and Nephews, producers and bleachers of paper. Their first mill was located in Stoneclough, Manchester. The death of the Crompton brothers left the mill ownerless and the succession was offered to Robert Fletcher, the mill’s manager at the time. Fletcher had risen through the ranks, to first become the manager of the bleaching department and later the whole mill. Following Fletcher’s death on 17th May 1865, his sons John and James took over. They in turn passed down the mill to their sons, also named John and James. In 1897 the mill was incorporated as a limited company. In 1921 a second mill opened, located at Greenfield, near Oldham. The mill specialised in the production of cigarette paper and at its height employed 1000 people to run seven paper machines. These machines produced only a fraction of the paper the later, much larger machines could produce. Upon closure the mill had three machines – two very similar lines from 19XX and a huge modern 1996 addition. By 1986 the company was making a loss and was purchased by the Melton Medes Conglomerate who turned the company around and started to make a profit once again. However by 2001 the company was once again failing and the decision was made to close the Stoneclough Mill. Some people were transferred to the Greenfield mill, but the company could not sustain the increasing loses and was forced into receivership. The mill was closed down overnight. The mill at Stoneclough has been demolished. To this day the mill at Greenfield still remains how it was the day it closed. Streams of paper remain inside the machines, connected to the rolls of finished product at the end of the production lines – a time capsule from a bygone era. Wood Pulp Treatment and Preparation Paper starts off as wood bails which is turned into a pulp using machines, then bleached. The rolling machines The rolling machines form the pulp into sheets. Spooling Machines and Packing Area The sheets are fed onto reels and cut to size Offices and Staff Areas Newer Machine Room This huge machine was a later addition an is much more modern than the rest of the machinery.
  23. History The New Plymouth Power Station, located at Port Taranaki, is a former thermal power station and was fuelled dually by both gas and oil; it was originally designed to produce power using coal until the Maui gas field was discovered off the coast of Taranaki. The plant was commissioned in 1974, to meet the rising electricity demands across New Zealand, and by the late 1970’s it became one of the largest power plants in the country. By this time the plant housed five identical units, comprising of boilers, provided by ICL of Derby (UK), and steam turbines, from C. A. Parsons of Newcastle (UK). For cooling processes, the plant made use of both seawater and hydrogen. At the start of the millennium, though, discussions surrounding the plant’s future were held, due to rising concerns around its environmental efficiency and the general age of the site and its technology. New Plymouth Power Station was later decommissioned in 2008 after the discovery of asbestos in the thermal insulation, although part of the site was temporarily reinstated in the same year due to poor rainfall, resulting in a shortage of power as lake inflows for other hydro power stations were insufficient to meet the general supply and demand. The New Plymouth Power Station, and others like it, often played a pivotal role in sustaining the supply of power across New Zealand in drier years. Our Version of Events We left the city of Hamilton just as it was growing dark, having decided that New Plymouth didn’t look all that far away on the map; it was only a finger’s length after all. Day rapidly transformed into night, but with determination and an incredible amount of caffeine, we pressed on. Despite nearly running out of fuel – risky business in a country that doesn’t know what a service station is – we survived and made it to New Plymouth in the middle of the night. But, that’s when the real adventure began. We had to navigate our way down the sea cliff, towards the beach where we were greeted by a mob of angry seals. Getting past them initially proved effortless, it was only on the way out that a rather large one caused Zort to shit himself and leap, much like an Olympic triple jumper, into my arms. Needless to say, we managed to avoid being eaten, and enjoyed another disappointing night’s sleep in the car. The explore itself, at first, seemed more like a catastrophic disaster zone, with bits of turbine lying outside the plant. Inside the situation was not much better, as pipes and ladders were bent and distorted and layers of think dust coated absolutely everything. Demolition is going smoothly it would appear. The highlight of the explore, though, was the control room. Having stumbled upon this, after feeling defeated in the mutual agreement that access was blocked, was an ecstatic moment; and to make the situation ever better, the controls were switched on! The sound of several machines humming softly in the background felt like music to the ears. Explored with Nillskill and Zort. 1: New Plymouth Power Station (from the clifftop) 2: Oil Burning Plant Internal Combustion Ltd. 3: Mangled pipes and valves 4: Into the depths of pipes and workings 5: Over the wall 6: Climbable tanks 7: 'Demolition in progress' side 8: Crumpled ladder 9: Very large ropes 10: Staircase leading to control rooms (eventually) 11: Walkway/observation platform 12: The carnage 13: The whole former turbine room 14: Empty spaces 15: Rusting barrel 16: The control room 17: One of the main control desks 18: Controls left on 19: Working control panels 20: Computer space 21: Unit 2 22: Smaller control desk 23: Additional controls 24: Machine with paper behind protective glass 25: Smaller machines with paper 26: Emergency radio 27: Some negative vibes 28: Many more switches 29: Evacuation alarm 30: Small monitor (one of several around the room)
  24. The now abandoned Ford Transit Van Factory near Southampton has some real history to it. The Factory was initially built as a shadow factory in 1939 near to Southampton Airport and was originally used to produce aircraft parts. In particular the factory, during World War II made components for the Supermarine Spitfire and later was used to assemble the aircraft. As a result it was bombed on several occasions by the Nazi Luftwaffe. After the war, in 1947 the factory was purchased by Briggs Motor Bodies who supplied bodies for Ford Motor Vehicles in the UK. The firm was later bought out by Ford in 1953 who then gained control of the 60,000m2 factory. Production then concentrated upon manufacturing truck bodies to be assembled elsewhere. 1965 the first Transit Van bodies produced in Britain were built at the site and shipped to Langley, Berkshire to be added to the chassis. The Factory saw a huge £5,000,000 investment in 1972 which gave the site the ability to produce the whole Transit Van at the site and at its peak the Factory had 4,500 works employed. In 2002 Ford ceased productions of all of their vehicles except the Transit Van in the UK which left the Southampton factory as the only remaining Ford vehicle producer in the UK. In 2009 as the 6,000,000th Transit Van rolled off the production line the new Ford plant in Turkey came online which resulted in huge staff cuts at the Southampton factory reducing the work force to only 500 employees. Production was gradually phased out from 2011 when Ford announced they were moving part of the production line of Vehicle to Turkey on a permanent basis and in October 2012 it was announced that the Southampton Ford Transit Van factory would close the following year. On the 25th July 2013 the last Transit Van and last Ford Vehicle in the UK was created here Visited with Spider Monkey and Andy de Kay. A pretty intense visit this one was we were joined half way through by an unidentified man casually wondering around the place. Not sure to this day if the guy was security but was made that assumption and proceed with cation. Lets take a step back, It was New Years Day morning, we had just failed miserably in attempting to photograph the fireworks from an undisclosed London Rooftop and a little disappointed about having to catch them from ground level after being ejected by security. A little deflated we thought we’d have a crack at the Transit Van factory hoping it would be quiet. Once inside we had a wonder around and assumed we had the place to ourselves, a couple of hours shooting in the massive factory illuminated by the artificial lighting that was dotted around the place we moved on to the main production line. After snapping a few shots of the awesome Kuka robots we all froze as the main lights to the factory all lit up around us! We dashed to cover behind some control panels and listened as someone casually walked up and down the factory floor… Not content with our hiding place and after a few minutes of silence we moved on in the opposite direction that we had last heard the man. We carried on shooting and made our way onto the upper platform of the production line just in time to see the man again slowly pacing p and down the factory floor. He still hadn’t seen us . We silently made our way up the conveyor which was used to carry body panels up towards the canteen area well out of the mans way. After a short time up there we decided it might be best to make an exit. Other than the area which the man was persistently wondering around we had covered the majority of the main building so we made our Ninja exit without being noticed. Great success and a fun explore. 1. 2. 3. 4. 5. 6. 7. 8. 9. 10. 11. 12. 13. 14. Higher res copies of the above photos and more images on my website here: Ford Transit Van Factory
  25. Poland The Laboratory - 2015

    ‘But it was just a part of the story…’ This story starts in the point where the last one (http://www.oblivionstate.com/forum/showthread.php/9412-The-Library-and-Forbidden-Archive-July-2015) ended … more or less. It is again the same winter Sunday or Saturday … (don’t remember now maybe it was the 7th or 8th of February 2015 - the photos come from much wider range of time), the day when we reached that location for the first time. It is the day in which we reached the top floor of the building and we discovered the library, reading room, project/drawing rooms and archive. But now … there was something more. We are standing on a dark corridor (me and my two friends). Standing in front of a door. It seemed that this door led to another part of the building. From satellite pictures we could guess that we were just in ½ of the length of the building. There had to be another part of the corridor behind the door and some other unexplored room. After what we saw already we had to get in. The door was two sided, wooden, quite massive. On the left side there used to be a window with an windowsill. Now the window was sealed with a massive plank attached by nine or ten inch nails. There was no door handle on the door (someone just removed the old one). It was quite obvious that someone wanted to sell-off that part with a lot of effort. We could also notice that the lock in the door was closed from inside and the keyhole (of quite modern lock was damaged). At some point we wanted to give up, At that point it took us almost an hour to find a way to enter. The door was wooden but because of all the moisture the wood on the outside was soft. After some time we could see the deadbolt. Luckly the lock was old, the deadbolt was not locked in a fixed position and we could move it back. Than we used that door handle I found, located its bolt in the hole. This allowed us to move the latch bolt back. Now we needed just a bit of leaver to move the door. Because of all the moisture it was just a bit of stuck. Maybe after more than an hour we could get inside. It was something we couldn’t except from outside. Something we were not anticipating to see in such building. There was a scent. Chemical, unpleasant scent. We were entering a long abandoned laboratory. What we discovered was a set of different rooms connected with one corridor. On the left there was a small social room. Items scattered around here and there. It all looked as if no one moved it from long time. Everything just as if left in a hurry. Back to the main hall. A door on the right. A small board with a sign ‘Angle measurement’ I remember Iv entered a quite big room. First what I noticed just made my feet soft. All this equipment, wasted, rusting, forgotten. How much of state money had to be here in this building … A meeting room by which we I could enter another room (here visible on the left). Inside different measuring tools. Everything just as left a decade ago. Ducktape, stamples, rubber stamp, pens, typing machines, phones …. There was also a lot of different documents, furniture, wet, now a bit rotting. All the tools covered with rust. But of course what was most important (for us) everything was not moved here since the workers abandoned this place. There was no dust holes, no footprints. No signs of activity of any visitors. Just the sign of time. And as in the library/archive/reading room because it was the last floor we could see that there was water dripping through the ceiling. Someone tried to place some kind of containers for water but without maintenance … But until then we didn’t found the source of that chemical scent. We had to go a bit deep in to the unknown. Next door on our right. The scent became almost unbearable. Now we started to get to the source. First a chemical storage room. Water dripping through the ceiling, chemical moist in the air. Some of the older containers broken with their insiders on the floor. As a graduate of biotech I decided that there is not much health risk and that we can proceed. We found a fool scale chemical laboratory Chemical glasses still on the benches, full with different content. Acid that was mixing with the air made its job allowing everything to corrode even faster. What was mostly stunning is that if any one of use moved an object we could already see it. A white patch, free of dust. It had to be a decade since no one visited this place. Everything as if the time had stopped. Objects, equipment waiting to be sued again … What made me almost cry are those high sensitive scales that had to be really expensive at some time. We were able to find a lot of things there. Old documents, photos of workers, undeveloped films. Some of those things could be saved. And again there were some many details. So many things that just standing there made my head hurt. I remember that when I came that day back to home I was totally exhausted. The amount of frames, details that this location had to offer was mind blowing. At that point we decided not to publish any photos. We wanted to gather as much material from this place as possible. We wanted to record it, film it in the state we discovered it that day. It was a long and hard work … And now … This is a taste a things to come https://vimeo.com/124396935 When it’s done .. you will know As the last time more photos can be seen in following albums: https://www.flickr.com/photos/126529380@N08/sets/72157651170444730 https://www.flickr.com/photos/126529380@N08/sets/72157649023177383
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