That summer the mother of my godson turned 30. That’s why I travelled to my former home town to attend the party. But the trip would have been nothing without a couple of explorations.
This here is the power station of a former sawmill, which I first discovered earlier that spring. As it was partially collapsed and the entrance to the still standing section was covered with debris and ice, I decided to give it a try in the summer.
Pretty much nothing had changed. Except, that there was a lot of more vegetation than there was the previous time.
The large doors at the back didn’t seem like an original feature.
This is the collapsed section, where entry would have been possible. And this time there was no ice. But there was such a field of burning nettles and growing forest, that it was impossible this time too with the clothes I was wearing.
I guess I’ll have to be back. Again.