House. House. House. House. Abandoned mill. House. House. House. Oh, wait?
Where did that come from? Overgrown and forlorn. A hosiery company. Slightly unsettling corridors of creaking timbers with moulding boxes of nylons and shoes overspilling.
In the office, circuit boards for machinery and the original chattel mortgage deed from 1964. Photographs and newspaper clippings of the owner, and his diary, and a filing drawer with some confectionery from the 1980s.
Empty and decaying and will never be used again.