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- May 21, 2019
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Intro
I don't like to do this normally, but I have no history on this place. I cannot remember where it even was and although it can be found, I've quite frankly given up.
The visit.
It was only hours after the first visit of the day we found our selves outside a former power station. Which judging by the graffiti on the rooftop windows wasn't going to be too difficult to do.
Passing through a parking lot and past a transformer station we were onsite with no trouble.
Around some trees a small concrete structure caught my eye, at first it looked to be a water tower, too small for anything major. Nope, it was the worlds most adorable cooling tower.
Eventually once inside the main turbine hall, which had some rather interesting architecture, was it disappointingly empty and splattered with graffiti.
The main reason for the visit here was up some rather rattily stairs in a rather unassuming doorway.
The Control Room.
A door way leading out caught my attention and through it was... Nothing. It appeared half the station had been demolished without a trace.
Mowing back outside an array of fans, presumably for cooling, was the last notable part of this station.
Anyway. That'll be all.
I don't like to do this normally, but I have no history on this place. I cannot remember where it even was and although it can be found, I've quite frankly given up.
The visit.
It was only hours after the first visit of the day we found our selves outside a former power station. Which judging by the graffiti on the rooftop windows wasn't going to be too difficult to do.
Passing through a parking lot and past a transformer station we were onsite with no trouble.
Around some trees a small concrete structure caught my eye, at first it looked to be a water tower, too small for anything major. Nope, it was the worlds most adorable cooling tower.
Eventually once inside the main turbine hall, which had some rather interesting architecture, was it disappointingly empty and splattered with graffiti.
The main reason for the visit here was up some rather rattily stairs in a rather unassuming doorway.
The Control Room.
A door way leading out caught my attention and through it was... Nothing. It appeared half the station had been demolished without a trace.
Mowing back outside an array of fans, presumably for cooling, was the last notable part of this station.
Anyway. That'll be all.
