SubscribeAfter a long night out, we slept in a little. Up to sausages and eggs and to get ready for the day ahead. We had some plans. We drove down tot he docklands and eyes up the Millennium Mill. A large imposing but crumbling structure at right next to a small housing estate. Security on this place was know to be shit hot. We eyed it up through a hole in the gate and Security were sat their in their van, looking almost directly at us.
We took the back way in and crawled. As we neared the fence we saw a read car and a large group of people that security didn’t seem to mind being there. We sat and waited, and waited. Nothing happened. We looked on and came to the conclusion they must be preparing for some filming. Not a lot of point in us trying to cross the fence just to get caught. We crawled back the access and left, cold and wet.
PLAN B:
We headed over to Harold Wood. Easy access to the site and the mortuary. As these places usually do, it held a cold feeling. The average temperature was about 3 degrees. We unpacked and snapped our photos of the amazingly intact room. Metal slabs lay shine and polished, sinks clean. Small items that I had seen in previous images were now gone. The spray taps, some instruments but the room felt like it was simply waiting for the hospital to re-open.
We had vaguely heard the woop of a siren and once we were finished, made a quick exit the way we had come.
Night Time Activity:
It had been a while since such a large group of Urbexers had gathered and this was a particularly surreal. Access to Temple Court is very easy and enough access points that we all slipped in via a variety of routes and made our way upwards towards the roof.
The building stands a spitting distance from St Paul’s and offers unrivaled views. Some fun photos and a nearly party atmosphere was in the air, coupled with the fact that if anyone were to see us, we’d be rumbled.
We sat and chatted and enjoyed the bright lights view of the city and made our way down the stairs to the ground floor. Our exit was comical. Eight people all over the hoarding, one after the other and onto the street. We walked away, collecting another on route to my favourite, Sam Smiths pub where we chewed the fat before splitting into two groups. Some were going forward to crack a tower and I would collect them later. VanishingDays, GoblinMerchant and I wondered down the Grays Inn road and went our various ways.
I came back later to see that there were two police cars parked, lights flashing but no sirens. Were they picking up explorers? Maybe? They waited until they had left before various people made their way out of the site and vanished in the dark night.
