If you hadn't managed to forestall Karen, you may not have gotten a shot of that solitary trainer (which I actually quite liked by the way, maybe that says more about me than anything else...) OR the crane sign.

The urinals were an amazing metaphor for societal decay and the breakdown of the social contract, dammit, I swore my goal to be less pretentious for August would live beyond the first weekend.

Oh man, the 8 foot drop would have curtailed my plans before they began, although, I certainly would not have been crawling through the tunnel. I've said it before but you must be in decent shape to take on these forays into yesteryear.

Something that I have often wondered about, you don't mention rats very often, you must see plenty, surely?

Take good care, mate, hope you are doing great! 😎