January 8th – I slunk around the industrial estates on the Walsall Wood and Aldridge border. I felt shifty. A few stray vehicles clearly regarded me with suspicion. But this was the fulfilment of something I’d wanted to do for a while – I’m fascinated by deserted, functional spaces. Factory doors. Loading bays. Transformer houses. The dull, the everyday. Few people study them. But at night, when nobody is around, they become strangely beautiful to me. I haven’t a clue why.

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I told the truth - but told it bent. Wandering around bemused and ranty since 2007. View all posts by BrownhillsBob