I said goodbyes to my friend, went back to my hotel, woke up early and did my second interview of the trip. After that I headed home, but not the straightest route. I had heard about some sawmill remains in a small village nearby and decided to take a small detour.
In old aerial photos these were fields filled with lumber. After the sawmill closed down in 1983 and burned in 1987 there is now a forest growing here.
Either the area is still used as a storage or then just a dumping ground.
The only buildings remaining are the old power station and a roll factory from 1912. The chimney looks surprisingly good despite having stood cold for 40 years.
Time hadn’t treated the roll factory very well.
It was just a skeleton of a building.
You couldn’t really get a good shot of it because of the trees.
Time was slowly grinding the building to pieces.
Entering it wasn’t very difficult.
The place could pretty much be described a ruin already. It bore several similarities to the old match factory I had visited a couple of years earlier.
Apparently there had been small fires in this building too. I wasn’t really sure about the condition of the structure, so I stayed close to the exit.
It seems, that the floor had once been wooden.
A larger collapse has taken place here.
A new door. And a small installation made of bricks.
The entrance led to a small room. There was another collapsed wall at the back.
The following entrance contained a corridor deeper into the building. Unfortunately the floor was missing.
Rust was a dominant feature here.
The rear end of a car. Looks like an Opel Kadett E to me.
The power station end of the building. If this isn’t full of asbestos, nothing is.
Another view of the chimney, power station and assumed Kadett.
One more final view of the factory. This definitely was an interesting location despite the fact that very little was remaining.
I headed home from my business trip without further detours. But the summer was only starting.