It was certainly quite a day.
I'd guess there's about 500,000 sq foot of space, spread over two "merged" buildings, running up to about 12 stories, with a further two stories of roof bits on top. Most of it wasn't too worrying. The internal staircases are all concrete and solid, and the external stepped ladders were also fine. I saw only one broken step in our time there.
We took a look in one of the upper sections of the old building and instantly decided we'd give it a miss. It was all wood flooring, and there wasn't any need to take the risk given how much we'd been able to see everywhere else.
One of the best bits was finding the office with various documents and records, which was like looking back to a frozen point in time - when the mill closed. Kitty found an invoice with the Spillers name on it, and badgers found the spraying records and another book documenting workers holidays.
For some reason, the pigeons all lived near the top - and, when we were there at least, all in just one the room. Maybe they like having pigeon company or something.
It was up at that level we started finding "comedy doors". Doors to death on the outside wall. Some sliding, some regular. They are probably a hangover from when there was an adjoining silo, where bridges connected. Badgers did open one of them, very gingerly. Another one of those moments where I just couldn't watch.
Before leaving, we headed down to the ground floor, which felt more like a basement due to it being bricked up. After a few minutes we hear a very loud banging noise and suspect someone is trying to get in, or perhaps it's security checking doors or something. Needless to say we were quite spooked. When we got back up the first floor we discovered a metal cabinet door, flapping in the wind. Phew!
Our exit, timed to avoid security (at least our guess of when they'd be round), gave us our final mental wobbles as we got down from the 15 foot entry point. It was a relief, finally, to be back on solid ground, after spending so much time constantly being alert to lethal hazards.
At Pontoon Dock DLR, we looked back at the Mills, thinking "we've just done that". An awesome place.
me and kitty...