So it was an early start today, skipped breakfast at the hotel (there is only so much toast and jam a man can take). But after an hours drive I was feeling a bit peckish. Macadees!!!
Oh and what a convenient spot to pull into!!!!
Note to Herr Ronald McDonald, on a sausage and egg Mc'Muffin you do not add greasy slimy onions nor cheese, nor some shitty sauce!! It filled a hole but it was horrid. It was disgusting. I felt billious.
Well I had to have a wander, didn't I, be rude not to.
Well this is the goods inwards door, surely the doors must ....whoops they did.
Looking at the vintage machinery it was obviously a former grain mill of some sort
"Smoking and any use of hot flame prohibited by the Police"
Quite understandable in an enterprise such as this, susceptible to dust cloud explosions. looks like this one was well managed. Strange that the structures within the building itself are mostly constructed out of timber.
This could be interesting, mind that hole in the floor.
OW!
I minded the hole, but missed the cross beam, the hole is now enlarged, my pride dented and my fucking right shin scrawped and hurting.
Stop whimpering and get on with it.
I guess I can hop from beam to beam.
Loving the rudimentary but functional vintage equipment; from the bag filter to the mill and the home made running repairs.
There were upper floors, I just can't help myself.
Some of the floors were solid enough to walk on, an intricate set of counter balance weights, wonderful old world technology before "process control" took hold and men were replaced by automation.
"You can train for new skills", scream governments of all political persuasions; then wonder why there is a so called obesity crisis, with knee jerk reactions like traffic lights on food packaging, listed calorific values and fat content hoping to solve the problem. When the most strenuous activity some people get is the pressing of a button, or rattling the keys at a computer.
Other bits of the floor, were well, pretty sketchy and having just minutes ago enjoyed the thrill of suddenly disappearing into the void I decided Discretion on this occasion was without doubt the better part of valour.
Miku Agrarprodukte is still going strong today, there is a very big manufacturing facility nearby, but the supply into this small operation must have ceased sometime ago; the packaging labels are bereft of the staple of todays communication, the email address. Been around since when? mid 80's?
Do you like my big cock?
Right time to go.