It is usually the opposite way around for me, but this evening it was not the grey new-build structure but the old building that lacked warmth, brooding in the shadows beyond the range of the lights. Through the criss-crossed wire fencing and dark twisty branches of the big tree, it was a strain on the eyes trying to discern any changes to the steelwork of the new circulation extension as dusk was falling.
At this point, right on cue, two late shift workers emerged from the cabin. This wasn’t the first time – and no doubt won’t be the last – that I have had to explain my motivation for poking a camera lens through the site gates. Neither was it the first time someone has offered to help me out – and hopefully it won’t be the last time either! When I got back home, the shot of the old build extension frame taken for me by a kind gentleman showed steel flooring ready to be laid.
The reversals tonight were not just visual, but aural too. The new build site in the day-time is usually abuzz with the sound of machinery at work, but, tonight, the only noise was occasional ‘clanking’ sounds emanating from within the old building itself. I remembered hearing that Wates had applied for, and had been granted, a slight extension to their interior working times. Tonight, as we passed illuminated windows, it was impossible not to try to sneak a peek inside.