Loitering through the lino

On a recent bike ride I noticed that red signs and a metal fence had proliferated from nothing. A trawl though the local paper revealed what was happening. A week later, we were out for a walk and those red signs reflected the locals' response.  It would seem that redevelopment is on the cards, not a popular move!

We wandered along the fence which hadn't by any means totally enclosed the off-cuts from the old lino factory once owned by the 'Lino King', James Williamson (Lord Ashton) .

We look out onto part of what was Willliamson's empire, a building that is falling into decay and dereliction but which is nevertheless a wonderful sight.

The light on the building changes constantly and provides endless photographic opportunities. Noisy magpies  sit and clatter on the top of the roofless walls, and at night owls can often be heard.

Plodging through the clart (part 1)

All last week workmen battled with the elements and put up the base of the conservatory. The garden looked like a wet Glastonbury festival aftermath, so we determined we would escape its muddy mess and have a photographic foray.

On Saturday we made our way to the abandoned asylum. Unfortunately we were unable to get very near the actual buildings, though the temptation to try and breach the closed gates was great.