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  1. Hoooolyyyy shit, man, that is insane. Would love to see one of these up close.
  2. After unfortunately failing to regain access to a mint hospital building that we’d taken a brief look around only a week before, my friend Mole and I decided to go a little further afield. Our next target was a paper mill that’s scheduled to be demolished, but, as is always the case with me, a security guard appeared from nowhere as I was on top of the gate. Starting to become frustrated, we decided to just drive around. We discovered a nice little hotel, but kept on driving. Ending up in the middle of nowhere, we eventually made it to Dufftown, where a number of mothballed distilleries lie. We took a brief look at them, but ended up opting for the disused cement works on the hill overlooking the village. Try as I might, I can’t find any information about this place at all, unfortunately. In terms of area covered, it's pretty big, but there aren't all that many buildings. A handful aren't used anymore, but this is the only one worth taking your camera out for. We wandered around for a while, getting completely coated in cement. It looks like someone has opened up the little control room at the back since previous Explorers were here, a year ago. It’s very small, but has a great control board inside. Doesn’t look like anything at all was removed from this room, the cupboard drawers are still full, and uniforms are hanging off hooks. I climbed to the top at the back, but didn’t bother to take any photos. There isn’t much else to say, really. We got covered in cement, wrecked our lungs a little more, and had a lot of fun in the process.
  3. This is an edited version of a blog post I made here. A week or two ago, I noticed that someone had managed to get inside a primary school I've been passively keeping an eye on whenever I'm in the area. For some reason, I've never tried particularly hard to get into buildings that are local to me, instead concentrating my efforts on places that take a lot of time to reach. I'm going to work on that, I know of several places nearby that I haven't visited. The school closed in 2008 on its 130th anniversary, during a round of Council spending cuts. It was one of several schools to close in the city, as the Council only received funding for the 22,000 pupils, not its 30,000 spaces. Apparently everyone was given a souvenir mug and dvd, and on the last day each child was given the opportunity to ring the school bell. After taking a fresh, but brief, look at the school myself - on a freezing, snowy day - and failing to see any obvious ways in, I got in touch with the explorer, who turned out to be Stussy, and kindly told me how he'd managed it. Early on Sunday morning, I set off from my girlfriend's house. I'd somehow forgotten to bring the appropriate clothes, so I went out into the 0-degree dawn (colder, factoring the strong wind-chill) without even a jacket, gloves or hat. Holding a metal tripod in those temperatures is painful. Arriving at the school, I quickly made my way inside. All the ground floor doors and windows have been boarded up, so most of the corresponding rooms are pitch black or close to it. Lots of light painting incoming! The first place I stopped was the large hall. I knew it would probably be the brightest part of the building, so it seemed an appropriate place to start. A gym hall, it looks like it may have doubled as a dining hall, mainly because the room I assume to be the dining room/kitchen isn't nearly big enough for the roughly 110 children plus the 30 from nursery that the school taught. The Dining Room(?) itself has a lovely old high, blue ceiling, in contrast to the rest of the building's artificial lowered ceilings. A nice detail in here is how the tables differ in size, presumably because the children's age range is 3 to 12 years (the school also had a nursery). Moving towards the nursery itself, someone had started a fire in a nearby room. It's blackened the walls and ceiling, but thankfully hasn't spread. I can only assume that whoever started the fire put it out themselves, there was no reason for it to go out on its own. Maybe someone was living in here for a while and trying to keep warm? Speaking of keeping warm, I was seriously regretting not bringing a jacket and hat, the building is very cold. The nursery is wonderfully intact. Hardly anything has been taken away, with countless schoolbooks and toys on display. Cupboards full of teaching materials, old VHS tapes (many of which I saw when I was at school), puzzles, building blocks, and arts & crafts things the children had made. Some of the details around the school - such as the 'Medical Room Upstairs' lettering - look like they could be original Victorian. The staircase features beautiful old banisters. The Medical Room itself is the most empty in the entire building. Hopefully everything from there was properly removed when the school closed, and hasn't been stolen since. Following a nice stepped corridor up to the other half of the building, the main corridor of the school is a mess. Looks like people - presumably either pikeys looking to get at the floors, or kids - have thrown most things light enough to carry over the balconies upstairs. There's stuff piled down the entire length of the corridor. I found a nice old camera in amongst all this. Most of the classrooms themselves are practically empty apart from a few tables and chairs. One exception is a classroom I can't quite identify, which (bizarrely) is almost completely untouched. Why this room was spared I don't know. Upstairs, the story is mostly the same as below. Empty classrooms. Only a few tables and chairs remaining. The staff room has quite a few books and things left behind, I guess they weren't worth picking up? The cloakrooms have some nice old Victorian features. Interestingly, the different cloak rooms (boys and girls?) have completely different coat racks. One set clearly newer than the other. Quite the contrast with the toilets, which almost look like Brutalist architecture. Lots of exposed concrete. Last stop, the basement. It was quite extensive, but I didn't want to spend a lot of time down there as I hadn't brought a mask. The air was very very bad, and there's a lot of asbestos in there. Overall a lovely old building, it's very sad it was closed after such a long time. Full set available here.
  4. Oh no, has this really gone now? Been meaning to pay it a visit for years.
  5. I'm devastated Pyestock is going, it's a crime against our industrial heritage. Only been once, but apart from the usual Cell 3, 4 and Air House, I sadly didn't see much of the place. Been very seriously considering going back quickly before it's all gone. Is it still possible in daylight? Is the place crawling with demo guys?
  6. Two days later, early in the morning, my regular exploring partner Mole and I headed back in. We ended up using a decidedly less graceful but more discreet entrance to the site. The entrance to the North building is a little hairy, with the distinct possibility of it going painfully wrong if you step in the wrong place, but we made it. That nice familiar smell of rotting building greeted us. By 1900 the average daily number of patients in the hospital was 867. The Aberdeen District Lunacy Board, which had responsibility for the pauper lunatics in the city, decided that, rather than pay the annual charges levied by Aberdeen Royal Asylum, they would build their own asylum. The Aberdeen District Asylum was built at Kingseat, just outside Newmachar and opened in 1904. Henceforth, pauper patients from the city were admitted to Kingseat. It’s possible to play ‘Guess In Which Decade/Century This Part Of The Building Was Built’ when you’re exploring a place that’s been expanded upon as many times as Cornhill has. The interior design sometimes changes dramatically. Lower Hospital is one large building, with gardens on the inside, and long corridors stretching end to end. Upper Hospital is mostly a collection of large houses that have been connected. The managers of the Aberdeen Asylum bought the property of Wellwood at Cults in 1930, and converted it for use as a nursing home where early cases of nervous and mental diseases could be treated and cared for, without the need for admission to the main hospital. Wellwood Home opened on 31 October 1931. Soon after this, the buildings at Daviot were upgraded and switched to the care of private patients. The term 'lunatic' had been dropped around the beginning of the 20th century, and by the 1920s 'mental hospital' was used in preference to asylum. However, the change in name was not formally effected until 1933, when the Aberdeen Royal Lunatic Asylum officially became Aberdeen Royal Mental Hospital. There are a few oddities to be found. A solitary circular skylight in one room, the only such example on the entire site. Dentures in another room. One room is full of paintings; some quite valuable, according to Google. By far the strangest find in the hospital is a huge collage, at least 8 feet tall by 3 and a half wide. It's difficult to even guess how old it is. Made up of all sorts of different items sewn onto a large base, there are dolls, incense bags, book pages, drawings, all dominated by a large black and white photograph of a man and child on a rocking horse. I've never seen anything like it on this scale. I wish I knew who these two are, they obviously have some significance. The Second World War, like the First, meant that the hospital lost staff to war service. Not only that, but because Kingseat Hospital had been requisitioned by the Admiralty, a large number of patients from Kingseat had to be accommodated in the Aberdeen hospital and conditions were cramped. In 1943 the hospital site was bombed during an air raid. Four lives were lost, and several wards, the laundry and Elmhill House (then the nurses' home) were severely damaged. The hospital became part of the new National Health Service in 1948, and was administered by the Aberdeen Mental Hospitals Board of Management, later the Royal Cornhill and Associated Hospitals Board of Management. A regional psychiatric out-patient centre, the Ross Clinic, was opened in 1959, and in 1964 the hospital changed its name again, becoming Royal Cornhill Hospital. Having explored as much of the upper hospital as is currently possible (there's plenty more, still partially used for storage), we made our way back outside, and into the boiler house. I've noticed that all of the hospitals I've visited in Scotland have the exact same type of boiler. For some reason I hadn't expected that. There wasn't much of note, besides the 3 large boilers themselves. The only unexpected item I found was a relatively new and clean gas mask. I wish I knew what that was doing there. Perhaps for mechanic safety, in the event that there's an accident with the boilers? No idea. After spending a short time in there, we decided to call it a morning and head off to another location. I'm glad I finally got to visit the parts of the hospital I hadn't previously seen, especially as it's right on my doorstep. Following the reorganisation of 1974 it came under the South District of the Grampian Health Board, and from 1 April 1993 Royal Cornhill Hospital became part of Grampian Healthcare NHS Trust. In 1975 a decision was taken to build a new hospital on the same site as the old hospital, and work on the demolition of the site began in 1988. The re-development, which was completed in September 1994, comprised 180 acute psychiatry beds, 90 long-stay beds, out-patient accommodation, a forensic unit and the Fulton Clinic. Daviot continued as a hospital until 1995. There has been talk of demolishing it for years, but for the moment, it continues to stand empty. I’ve included a couple of photos I took of the Southern building here from last year. I skipped over most of it on my visit the other day, but since I've never written about it before, I wanted to include them for context. You can probably tell which are the older ones, as the processing is different (although, I reprocessed two which were bugging me – one is the second shot of the blue hall, the other is the image of the gardens taken from the roof). Also the very first panoramic shot is from my phone, so please excuse the quality. Full set of 300+ images here
  7. Here goes my first post. This is from a much longer, unedited post I made here. I’ve spoken to Stussy a number of times recently. The other day we were having a chat and decided it was high time we met. RCH was chosen as the destination. The Hospital, was opened in 1800 as RCH Lunatic Asylum. The earliest reference to the need for care for the mentally ill in NE Scotland is found in the minutes of the Town Council in 1718 - "several pious disposed gentlemen had voluntarily obliged themselves to pay some money for a mortification, towards maintaining of persons deprived of the use of their reason". When NE Infirmary was founded in 1739 the Town Council handed over this and other money to the Infirmary for the care of such patients, and six `Bedlam cells' were provided at the new hospital. It was cold out, but I was only waiting for a few minutes before Stussy arrived in his car. He elected to go for the ballsy but quick option of parking right next to the building on the live hospital site, and stepping straight in. I favour a different method, but since it was evening, this worked quite well. We shook hands, and walked in. By the end of the 18th century it was considered inappropriate to have hospital and asylum on the same site and, in 1797, the lands of Clerkseat were purchased. The Asylum, which provided twelve cells, was opened in November 1800 and, in its first 18 months, 27 patients were admitted. In 1809 further renovations were carried out to allow for the complete segregation of male and female patients. By 1818 the asylum had 63 patients. We walked around for a while, skipping a lot of rooms we'd both seen before. We knew there was a gang of kids in here somewhere, as we'd seen their bikes piled up near the entrance, and it wasn't long before we spotted them. They thought we were security, and turned and ran the moment as they saw us. It was agreed that the original hospital was too small and that a new building should be erected. An additional three acres were purchased, and a new building, capable of holding a further 150 patients, was added. The first resident medical superintendent was appointed in 1830 and Clerkseat House was built in 1852 as the Superintendent's house. However, it was soon used as additional accommodation for patients. By 1857 the average daily number of patients in the hospital was 291. There were quite a few rooms which had been sealed a year ago, when I last visited, which are open now. In one, I found a stack of medical records. The work yard used to store all of the metal sheets to block access to the building was wide open. There were several interesting rooms off this yard, including what looked to have been a woodworking area, and a tool shed (complete with Official Radio Times year 2000 Gillian Anderson calendar). Under the 1857 Lunacy (Scotland) Act, districts were obliged to provide care and treatment for pauper lunatics within their own area. The districts around Aberdeen entered into agreements with Aberdeen Asylum for the care and treatment of the pauper patients from their areas to be carried out at the Asylum. By 1860 the hospital was again overcrowded and so the adjoining estate of Elmhill was acquired, and Elmhill House built. It was intended to be for the care of private patients who were able to pay a guinea a week or more and opened in 1862. The estate of Glack, comprising two mansion houses in the parish of Daviot, was purchased in 1888. The estate was to form the country extension to the main asylum in Aberdeen, providing the kind of surroundings and work familiar to many of the asylum's country patients, in the hope of enhancing their recovery. 100 patients were transferred to Daviot. After taking some photos of the main hall - which is decaying nicely - and a quick detour into the basement, we took a brief look at the boiler house. Finding that it was now too dark to really take photos, we headed for Upper Hospital to the north. The Southern building has been accessible for years, and I've taken a good look around a few times, but the North end has always eluded me. It was possible at night, but I don't like going into abandoned buildings at night. The pictures you take are poor, since they have to be lit by torches, and the chances of injury increase astronomically. Stussy kindly showed me the way in. Soon, we returned to the other side, strolled out of the hospital, and back to the car. A nice relaxing evening all round.
  8. Hello! Like most people I know personally who do this for fun, I gave up on forums a long time ago. No offence, but they're usually more trouble than they're worth. Still, I know one of your forum guides, Stussy, and he assures me that this forum is different, and that it's nice and relaxed. I do miss the networking, so here I am I've been doing this for quite about 6 years now, and been from a hospital on my doorstep, to Chernobyl, and back. Nice to meet you all!