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OK so we are going almost right back to the very beginning of my explores here, my first ever explore was Hellingly in June 2009, woefully underprepared for the experience but the bug bit me immediately. I can remember the feeling of climbing through a window and standing in an abandoned place for the very first time like it happened yesterday. Having seen barely half of the place on that first trip I vowed to go back, and in November of that year I did, for what would be my second and final visit to Hellingly. In a toss-up between favourite asylums I have visited West Park and Hellingly are trapped in a never-ending tussle, West Park was epic in and of itself being the last time-capsule asylum left, but there was always just something about Hellingly that made it epic. It was one of the only asylums in the country to not have been swallowed up in an urban sprawl so walking around in there was absolutely peaceful, and the decay...oh the decay was fabulous, natural and man-made colliding head-on.
This visit sticks in my mind as one of my favourite explores of all time. The winter sun was shining in a flawless sky, but the days previous had seen big rainstorms and the wind was still blowing a gale. This meant Hellingly was alive, doors were banging against frames, loose curtains flapping madly and the wind was howling down the corridors. Add to this the noise from the far end of the site of Park House being slowly demolished with the sounds of demolition equipment carried on the wind into the asylum, the whole experience was amazing. We saw pretty much the whole place and had the whole location to ourselves for the duration, and apart from getting lost in the woods on the way out it went off without a hitch.
These photos are quite obviously not up to my current standard having been taken on a Fujifilm point and shoot that in 2009 was already 3 years old.
Loads more here http://www.flickr.com/photos/mookie427/sets/72157622818582054/
This visit sticks in my mind as one of my favourite explores of all time. The winter sun was shining in a flawless sky, but the days previous had seen big rainstorms and the wind was still blowing a gale. This meant Hellingly was alive, doors were banging against frames, loose curtains flapping madly and the wind was howling down the corridors. Add to this the noise from the far end of the site of Park House being slowly demolished with the sounds of demolition equipment carried on the wind into the asylum, the whole experience was amazing. We saw pretty much the whole place and had the whole location to ourselves for the duration, and apart from getting lost in the woods on the way out it went off without a hitch.
These photos are quite obviously not up to my current standard having been taken on a Fujifilm point and shoot that in 2009 was already 3 years old.
Loads more here http://www.flickr.com/photos/mookie427/sets/72157622818582054/
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