…What a mess…
I had driven past it many times and even tried to get inside during 2020 with 
I was solo on this occasion as 
For me it was intriguing; what was it, what had it been? I started digging and found something via an old map which led to more information.
Albion Mill was a steam-powered cotton-weaving mill built between 1887 and 1893. It comprises a multi-storey office, warehouse, and yarn preparation block, a single-storey weaving shed, and an engine house.
The buildings are of coursed and random stone rubble and were in good condition, and in use as a warehouse in 1998.
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A warehouse in 1998, was this the same place? The map indicated so. This old image from 1905 is unrecognisable from what I was seeing. The sliding door surely can't be the same one that is now literally dropping off its hinges?
Sliding between the anti-climbing fencing I made my way up the slight incline taking in the mess before my eyes.
Someone had attempted to concrete at least part of the building up. It was either the blue sliding door to the right or the rusty rotting door to the left.
…'it was one of those crossroads in life, you make your decision and then have to live with the consequences'…
Striding purposely toward the rusty rotting door, I yanked it open to no avail. Rusty doors don't like being moved, not one bit.
It was ajar just enough for me to sneak through.
I looked upon some admittedly decent graffiti. If it's been there since 2013 as the signature implies then it's well preserved. What a shame nobody can see it, that’s nothing new.
From the outside, I could see the roof was coming down but noticed a pulley system attached to part of it.
Not all the written graffiti had fared well. What does that say.., ‘Electrical Wholesale’... what?
Let me know if you can figure it out.
Well... this was getting exciting, and a little piss was seeping out of my pants. Could I contain myself for the blue sliding door?
Yet another burnt-out room with a stunning depiction of 'Gabriel the Archangel' planted on the far wall.
The draped plastic ‘curtains’ were looking daunting, especially with the ‘UR DEAD’ warning on the wall.
I could sense perhaps a Mad Butcher may be far-side and prepared myself to leggit like a big girl at the first sign of movement.
Peeling back the curtains I was semi-disappointed. It would have made for a better story. No angry red-faced madman… again.
The room beyond did look like an old butcher's chopping room with the white tiles as well as a big hole in the wall with a severe drop.
Exiting, I noted opposite what looked like a house, also boarded up, this one with bars. It’s of little use to smash the glass unless you can bend those apart.
I don’t know about ‘Luxury Apartments’, more like ‘Fucking Eyesore’. That sign has been there for several years and nobody has made a move yet.
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