The demolition site at the factory at the end of my road is quiet on Saturdays and the foreman, Gordon, let me take photos there a couple of months back. I am nervous about asking for a favour but the destruction levels and number of heaps visible from outside the perimter fence at the back meant I had to go ask. I loiterered at the site entrance for a while then headed to where the security guy, Dom (or Don, I didn't quite catch what he said) lives in a caravan - with his pit bull. But no-one was around. A couple of guys stipping asbestos in the distance eventually noticed me so I waved and went over. He said I needed to ask security. I waited a while more, took some shots around the back, noticed for future reference a small hole in the fencing (if I can get across a ditch filled with brackish water and tall weeds first).
Maybe Sunday.
Maybe Sunday.