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The stack on the right is being saved for the planned wood chip burning power plant, the stack on the left had defied two implosion attempts, though it's since fallen.
Probably the highlight to our Feb/March run around mid scotland for me & Speed.
First having a good poke around the boiler house (photos uploaded months ago) then progressing through teh forklift infested warehouses & shop floors to the papermills and offices. We ended up being there on a weekday and a handful of workers were busy dismantling various sections of the mill.
Security forklift was also in force. Seriously watch out for that mutha!
A neat paper products mill in the erm 'interesting' town of Leslie, the place is well protected by 'Heavy Breathing in the Valley*' and once in we spent half the time dodging workers stripping the remaining assets of the paper mill, ready to be shipped abroad most likely.
Film shots to follow!
*Heavy Breathing in the valley was fromt the night before, Speed & Myself arrived late one winters evening, looking for somewhere to bed down for the night, thoguht it worthwwhile checking the papermill out, so we sauntered down the workers path to be greeted with a large camera following us, the tannoy crackled into life (theres a tannoy attached to every camera in the place).
At almost concert loud'ness surely waking most of the village of leslie....
"Your on private property, yes you two, your on private property, can you please leave, yes, the other wya, turn around, back up that path please"
the tannoy crackled back off.
as we turned we just laughed that our complelty obvious approach of walking into a site had not worked (though it often does!).
The tannoy crackled back online, but there was no voice, only the sound of the operator breathing.
the breathing became louder, and deeper, and more frequent, and more excited...
it both hit us at the same time just what it sounded like, a lone security guard, suddenly awoken by two young fellas patrolling HIS site, it must hav ebeen exciting for him.
the breathing was so loud on the tannoys MOST of th village could surely hear, we were both in Hysterics, I mean so bad we could hardly walk up the muddy track without falling in it. Thank you Mr Sec Unit, you made our day :D
We slept overnight in a smaler abandoned mill then set out early in the morning via a slgihtly less obvious route, and had relative sucess :P
At the Two Rivers papermill in Exmoor, Somerset, papermaker Neil Hopkins hangs sheets of paper for the final drying process.
This image is part of my "Working Lives, Lost Skills" project through which I am recording the work of some of the last known exponents of traditional rural crafts and industries.
A selection of pictures taken on an early morning walk with my friend and fellow flickrite clivejharris near to Papermill Lock on the Chelmer and Blackwater Navigation in Essex.
Eurospec shed 66727 'Maritime One' preparing to work 6M74 Irvine Caledonian Papermill - Wembley Euro Freight Ops Centre (as far as Carlisle) 06/04/17
Eurospec shed 66727 'Maritime One' preparing to work 6M74 Irvine Caledonian Papermill - Wembley Euro Freight Ops Centre (as far as Carlisle) 06/04/17
The main bridge into the small town of Mosinee, WI is currently under construction. In the background is what the town is most know for - the paper mill.
some buildings are still there 2007
I am not sure when this was taken
guess 1920?
Water fountain long gone
but the wheatsheaf pub and
Bullochs Ironmongers is still there
A neat paper products mill in the erm 'interesting' town of Leslie, the place is well protected by 'Heavy Breathing in the Valley*' and once in we spent half the time dodging workers stripping the remaining assets of the paper mill, ready to be shipped abroad most likely.
Film shots to follow!
*Heavy Breathing in the valley was fromt the night before, Speed & Myself arrived late one winters evening, looking for somewhere to bed down for the night, thoguht it worthwwhile checking the papermill out, so we sauntered down the workers path to be greeted with a large camera following us, the tannoy crackled into life (theres a tannoy attached to every camera in the place).
At almost concert loud'ness surely waking most of the village of leslie....
"Your on private property, yes you two, your on private property, can you please leave, yes, the other wya, turn around, back up that path please"
the tannoy crackled back off.
as we turned we just laughed that our complelty obvious approach of walking into a site had not worked (though it often does!).
The tannoy crackled back online, but there was no voice, only the sound of the operator breathing.
the breathing became louder, and deeper, and more frequent, and more excited...
it both hit us at the same time just what it sounded like, a lone security guard, suddenly awoken by two young fellas patrolling HIS site, it must hav ebeen exciting for him.
the breathing was so loud on the tannoys MOST of th village could surely hear, we were both in Hysterics, I mean so bad we could hardly walk up the muddy track without falling in it. Thank you Mr Sec Unit, you made our day :D
We slept overnight in a smaler abandoned mill then set out early in the morning via a slgihtly less obvious route, and had relative sucess :P
A neat paper products mill in the erm 'interesting' town of Leslie, the place is well protected by 'Heavy Breathing in the Valley*' and once in we spent half the time dodging workers stripping the remaining assets of the paper mill, ready to be shipped abroad most likely.
Film shots to follow!
*Heavy Breathing in the valley was fromt the night before, Speed & Myself arrived late one winters evening, looking for somewhere to bed down for the night, thoguht it worthwwhile checking the papermill out, so we sauntered down the workers path to be greeted with a large camera following us, the tannoy crackled into life (theres a tannoy attached to every camera in the place).
At almost concert loud'ness surely waking most of the village of leslie....
"Your on private property, yes you two, your on private property, can you please leave, yes, the other wya, turn around, back up that path please"
the tannoy crackled back off.
as we turned we just laughed that our complelty obvious approach of walking into a site had not worked (though it often does!).
The tannoy crackled back online, but there was no voice, only the sound of the operator breathing.
the breathing became louder, and deeper, and more frequent, and more excited...
it both hit us at the same time just what it sounded like, a lone security guard, suddenly awoken by two young fellas patrolling HIS site, it must hav ebeen exciting for him.
the breathing was so loud on the tannoys MOST of th village could surely hear, we were both in Hysterics, I mean so bad we could hardly walk up the muddy track without falling in it. Thank you Mr Sec Unit, you made our day :D
We slept overnight in a smaler abandoned mill then set out early in the morning via a slgihtly less obvious route, and had relative sucess :P