But one thing’s for certain. When it comes my time.
I’ll leave this old world. With a satisfied mind.
It was May 2013 already. Where does it go?
The bugs were on the road again. A county rich with derelict history; Lincolnshire. The landscape lends itself perfectly to aviation and there is much RAF and USAF remnants all over the land to be seen. This place is an old favourite of mine, a hospital which last saw action during the first Gulf war.
Over the years I’ve seen the place crumble more and more, it is in the last stages of decay. Soon to be a true ruin. It still holds a certain charm and is home to what must be the longest corridor in England. I tried to find the exact length but failed so you’re just going to have to take my word for it… Its really long.
Now like many Lincolnshire places this is a local village for local people.Here it is quite normal to see rabbits strung up on the perimeter fences with their gizzards all over the place. “The Hills have eyes” comes to mind. Outsiders are not welcome.
Finding a weak spot in the fence and we were in. As always a lovely peaceful place to explore and take some photographs.
Beware all those stingers though.