This was the last stop and was the most public, most obvious, most likely to fail of all those that we had been to. The Old Vetinary College is a stunning set of buildings in the middle of busy Brussels. The problem is many of them have already been redeveloped into luxury flats.

We slipped through the open gates and onto the large gravel drive, trying our hardest to look casual in what we were doing. Hard as a group of six people with more cameras than you can shake a very big, many branched, stick at. The access was a series of open hatches that would drop us straight into the basement.

We walked around the herras fence and were spotted by someone who looked somewhere between security and concerned member of the public. We politely explained we simply wanted to take some photos and that we had no intention of going into the building.

He left. We lost a group member who wasn’t feeling the love.

Then in two small groups we went in. The first group crossed the gravel – blink -and they were gone. We waited. Give them time to get in and get out the way. River Monkey and Stat were in. Goblin Merchant, Winch and your very own Tigger half strolled and half ran in the same direction. We found a hatch with a ladder and we were down in the musky dark.

Torches on. There was only one room that we had come to see and that was full of pickled animals and various organs. We followed the sounds of the others and came upon it. The room, a hideous museum to Vetinary science. A whole cat with its eyes removed lay in an open topped glass box, its eyes removed and its mouth fixed into a hideous snarl. We examined the jars for a while and decided it was time to make a quick exit.

Up the ladder and out the gate, slipping back to the cars before anyone could stop us. The Urbex part of the trip was over. All that was left was the long drive home.