Tales of the Urban Explorer: Agecroft Power Station
After an inordinate amount of exploring posts recently I have almost extinguished last year's content and this one is a lot more recent.
Having been let down with a late cancellation, a reluctant @bingbabe joined me and surprised me with her sense of adventure.
Agecroft Colliery was closed in March 1991 and the closure of the power station was announced in November 1992. The station closed in March 1993, and demolition commenced later that year. – Source
Not so for ‘Agecroft A Substation’ which I believe this hulking ugly behemoth we were standing outside of to be, but it could be next in line for demolition.
Walking along an adjoining river bank I spotted a gap in the defences and deftly dodging the copious razor wire we mounted a hill only to be confronted by a secondary line of tall spiky fencing.
The gate looked new and they had poured some of that sticky grease paint around the lock area. As well as that, there appeared to be some kind of security lurking around in a caravan with a mangy barking dog.
This small building was in the sub-grounds which hardly made up for the disappointment.
Not one to give up easily I scoured the outer fencing earlier spotting a break within the inner fencing. It was a matter of how to get past it and out of earshot of that fucking dog.
After further scouring, I found a weak point. Talk about farting about... and all to guard this old hulk?
I will say that I am blessed with being naturally skinny, though the belly is coming along nicely with all the shit I eat.
Through the smallest gap headfirst I crawled, with distraught @bingbabe in tow. Once inside I looked at this ‘thing’ in front of me. It would never have won any beauty contests when newly built, never mind now.
An explorer colleague had been in recently and described access as ‘a bit of a faf’. That was a great way of putting it.
After a bit of a hike traversing unstable ground and trying to not slide down a muddy hill with a black swamp at the bottom, we crawled in through a broken window after a climb.
What's maddening is I took a great shot of @bingbabe with her arse hanging out of it and managed to vigorously shake the camera. So it's gone forever, the moment while the memory remains.
Inside was extremely derpy with dodgy floors and extreme blackness. I was grateful for the portable floodlight I carry around with me.
The offices (I guessed) were bereft of anything exciting and connected to the main bad-looking building via this overpass that looked anything but safe.
@bingbabe clung to the sides while I happily clonked my way through the middle section. I swear I will come a cropper one of these days.
Broken glass shots I find fascinating. If only I could capture one that looked good.
Entering the large building looked more like a delivery landing zone.
The stars took us to a secondary level that looked amazingly like the lower one. We could see the caravan from this viewpoint. Was it gypsies living there?
That is some voltage. Good thing that there’s none still hanging around.
I have seen these polygon concrete things in another power station, I guess they have some significance.
Things were looking a little green in this large room.
Would you dare go through the door?
So your typical office workers would not be hanging out up here.
So why are old financial accounts here? £22,000 is quite a sum for 1986.
Scrambling through all these wires did not appeal so I did a u-turn and went back the same way.
This reminds me of the days when I worked in a factory and then quit after 7 days. Being unemployed was much better.
The same room as the green room, just one floor up hence there’s more of the stuff.
All very industrial.
.. and nature was poking through on the upper floor.
Proof that she really did come with me (complete with turban), I was proud. She later told me the place was extremely creepy. I figured it was quite normal.
They don’t need to tell me these are old lights.
Severe rusting interlaced with ageing cobwebs.
Reluctantly I climbed back through the window edging our way back onto the steep embankment. I would have liked to move in, but @bingbabe wasn't having any of that.
Giving the finger to the awaiting black swamp in case of any careless slips we made out way back out to freedom. The dog..., it was barking but I couldn't give a shit at this point.
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