Stolen from Dempseys report..
I've had my eye on the British Sugar complex that lumbers over the tiny village of Bardney for the best part of a year, but the distance involved between me & it made it difficult for me to reach it, eventually we cunjured up some other top sites in the area, and made a day of it.
Driving east, then south, I made it to Dempseys house, had a few hours kip, then back up again for a mad 90mph dash south on the A1(m) to catch sunrise from the top of the Iconic Clipstone Headstocks. After a few hours looning around in the mud & the sunshine we set off across industral *cough* I mean rural
linconshire, to the regular sound of Dempsey or myself expleating 'wownded' at the top of our voices, this is to signify we've spotted an abondonment or some kind of industrial photograph worth taking.
EVENTUALLY we made it to Bardney, but not before stopping to pick up some Tea & cakes from a cafe, and we left behind a monumental trail of mud all over their brand new floor, again, sorry Linconshire
We parked up in the village just in time to catch this monumental dark cloud, sunray shining down on industrial madness type shot..
1)
Then made our way in via what I can honestly say was the most convulutated, long winded, complicated, hysterical entry ever, bar none. Enjoyed it massively
Most of the pics are shot in Kodak Ektar on a £10 charity shop 35mm AF body & borrowed glass
2)
this is 12shots on digi stitched together, net time to produce 1hour.
3)
this is 1shot on film, time to produce, 1/250th of a second
4)
the sun came out
5)
In russia, shadows play with you!
6)
7)
after much snooping about, we ended up at the top of the complex, no idea what most of this stuff does (not familar with sugar beet process) but I liked the colours & filth left behind.
8)
this reminded me of Inverkip Oil fired power station.
9)
control room + flashgun + guess amount of shutter time = sucess! complete stab in the dark, and worked out OK.
10)
9 was the control room, or part of the control for this behemoth. I'm unsure whether its a Beet Slicer or a drier of some kind, either way, it was massive and used to rotate.
The snow had started to fall already, which was a nice contrast against rusty, rotton filthy, sweet sweet industrial ruins, BUT I was worried abotu getting home afterwards, later I would have to race to get across the Humber & then across the A66 before the gritters moved in.
11)
mmmm gauges
12)
again, no idea what these are, but I like the way tehy just pop up out of the floor
13)
14)
tekin a break, good film impressed me a lot, Ektar has a similar dynamic range to slide film, digital wouldn't touch this, it needed HDR to get close
15)
I R IN CONTROL
16)
actual proof that snow did fall.
17)
18)
then we moved outside. Bardney is more live than you'd think, even on a weekend lorries were still trundling around the site and unloading into the massive, no, infact, gargantuam silo's. Meanwhile all sorts of gear sprung into life in order to power the load of the bulk transporter up to the top of one of the silos'
19)
After a brief walkabout, decided to make for something high, this is the top of the kiln, which I can tell you now is the most dangerous structure I've ever had the displeasure of ascending. The whole floor of the top of the kiln is made from iron oxide & rotton plywood, you go thru, next stop is the food blender like blades some 100ft below
20)
19mm + break for sunshine in the black snow clouds = unusual idea for a pic.
21)
older part of the site to the right, newer packaging (confirm?) building for SIlver spoon to the left, and all manor of semi live inbetween.
22)
linconshire is so flat we could see the top of Lincoln Cathedral from this distance, some 20-22miles as the crow flies.
23)
then DISASTER
24)
security arrives, complete with flashing orange light, quickly followed by a bulk transporter, which promptly began unloading into the silo, Great, we were trapped at the top, can't go down, don't want to stay up!
then it snowed some more, and some time passed,eventually we grew bored, and made a break for it, whether the tanker driver saw us, or was quietly sipping down some tetley in the portakabin we don't know. But we were free!
conti...
I've had my eye on the British Sugar complex that lumbers over the tiny village of Bardney for the best part of a year, but the distance involved between me & it made it difficult for me to reach it, eventually we cunjured up some other top sites in the area, and made a day of it.
Driving east, then south, I made it to Dempseys house, had a few hours kip, then back up again for a mad 90mph dash south on the A1(m) to catch sunrise from the top of the Iconic Clipstone Headstocks. After a few hours looning around in the mud & the sunshine we set off across industral *cough* I mean rural
linconshire, to the regular sound of Dempsey or myself expleating 'wownded' at the top of our voices, this is to signify we've spotted an abondonment or some kind of industrial photograph worth taking.EVENTUALLY we made it to Bardney, but not before stopping to pick up some Tea & cakes from a cafe, and we left behind a monumental trail of mud all over their brand new floor, again, sorry Linconshire
We parked up in the village just in time to catch this monumental dark cloud, sunray shining down on industrial madness type shot..
1)
Then made our way in via what I can honestly say was the most convulutated, long winded, complicated, hysterical entry ever, bar none. Enjoyed it massively
Most of the pics are shot in Kodak Ektar on a £10 charity shop 35mm AF body & borrowed glass
2)
this is 12shots on digi stitched together, net time to produce 1hour.
3)
this is 1shot on film, time to produce, 1/250th of a second
4)
the sun came out
5)
In russia, shadows play with you!
6)
7)
after much snooping about, we ended up at the top of the complex, no idea what most of this stuff does (not familar with sugar beet process) but I liked the colours & filth left behind.
8)
this reminded me of Inverkip Oil fired power station.
9)
control room + flashgun + guess amount of shutter time = sucess! complete stab in the dark, and worked out OK.
10)
9 was the control room, or part of the control for this behemoth. I'm unsure whether its a Beet Slicer or a drier of some kind, either way, it was massive and used to rotate.
The snow had started to fall already, which was a nice contrast against rusty, rotton filthy, sweet sweet industrial ruins, BUT I was worried abotu getting home afterwards, later I would have to race to get across the Humber & then across the A66 before the gritters moved in.
11)
mmmm gauges
12)
again, no idea what these are, but I like the way tehy just pop up out of the floor
13)
14)
tekin a break, good film impressed me a lot, Ektar has a similar dynamic range to slide film, digital wouldn't touch this, it needed HDR to get close
15)
I R IN CONTROL
16)
actual proof that snow did fall.
17)
18)
then we moved outside. Bardney is more live than you'd think, even on a weekend lorries were still trundling around the site and unloading into the massive, no, infact, gargantuam silo's. Meanwhile all sorts of gear sprung into life in order to power the load of the bulk transporter up to the top of one of the silos'
19)
After a brief walkabout, decided to make for something high, this is the top of the kiln, which I can tell you now is the most dangerous structure I've ever had the displeasure of ascending. The whole floor of the top of the kiln is made from iron oxide & rotton plywood, you go thru, next stop is the food blender like blades some 100ft below
20)
19mm + break for sunshine in the black snow clouds = unusual idea for a pic.
21)
older part of the site to the right, newer packaging (confirm?) building for SIlver spoon to the left, and all manor of semi live inbetween.
22)
linconshire is so flat we could see the top of Lincoln Cathedral from this distance, some 20-22miles as the crow flies.
23)
then DISASTER
24)
security arrives, complete with flashing orange light, quickly followed by a bulk transporter, which promptly began unloading into the silo, Great, we were trapped at the top, can't go down, don't want to stay up!
then it snowed some more, and some time passed,eventually we grew bored, and made a break for it, whether the tanker driver saw us, or was quietly sipping down some tetley in the portakabin we don't know. But we were free!
conti...
