
Victorian (so much for the delights being modernist) former timber mill & terrazzo and marble manufacturing warehouse.
Leaving a wee kids’ bike in front of a decaying warehouse on an industrial estate just as the sun sets behind it, to me, is like the proverbial van full of sweets. After deviating from my route back from the gym to take a photo, I’m surprised I’m not in some basement with my face on a milk carton right now.
