This time as we went past we decided to pull over to explore. It was a very eerie feeling as all was silent, one place I didn't want to be a night. I half expected dogs to come out chasing us. One step further a huge sound came churning from above with steam gushing out. Another sense that we shouldn't be here.
Of course I couldn't resist asking a few question if somebodies ever fell inside or bodies been disposed of, he laughed "sometimes the police dispose of large amounts of weed in 'her', those days are quite interesting". He also referred to the boiler as a 'her' so it led to the question if she had a nickname. Next time I'm back I'll bring a nickname like buttercup or sugarplum hah.
After some interesting history thats getting harder to find we were back on the road. It's not often you meet people like this.
If your going through Milton pop in and spin a yarn to Allan, say I sent you. He's there everyday.
Enjoy Stefan Haworth