Next we went looking for an ordinary one family house, which my friend had spotted on her walks around the town. Unfortunately it had been demolished, but as we were making our way back to my car after trying to find it, we found something completely different.
A bunker of some sort. There were no doors, so the building was accessible, but as I hate being in damp and dark underground spaces, I didn’t want to enter.
Inside was something, which looked like a small fireplace.
This was pretty much the case with the second door, too.
I think I’ve previously seen this guy’s art here.
Next to the first bunker was a second one. Called the ‘stone rooster’, bunkers like this were constructed next to important railway stations as a war time reserve in the 1940’s. They were meant to be used to maintain rail traffic in all circumstances.
The entrance to the bunker was well covered.
The cold and smelly air coming from underground wasn’t very tempting. It was dark and the stairs were narrow. My friend wanted to go, I refused.
So this is about as close to underground bunkers that you will get with me.