For me there is something so poignant about buildings that have been forsaken to fall into decay and disrepair, plus the items that remain to rot within are equally fascinating and all have their own story to tell. In the case of this factory, heavy-duty work clothes still hang on hooks, technical documents lie forlornly in rusting filing cabinets, and vast machines stand idle and unused - it is a sad testament to the bustling and busy place it must once have been at the height of production.



I have tried to capture some of the sense of folornness that seems to linger in a place like this, where the wind blows eerily through smashed glass panes, loose doors rattle in the distance, and puddles on the factory floor are filled with ghostly reflections from above. But this photographic record is also a way of paying tribute to a once thriving work community, where people did their jobs and socialised in the site bar after hours, and if given the opportunity would maybe look back with fond memories of their time at The Factory.