After being denied access at the birkdale school for the deaf by the phoniest looking 'security guard' ever we resorted to plan b.... and found ourselves at Liverpool's old tobacco warehouse. Though the site itself is completely bare the atmosphere was epic to say the least, it was really weird being in this old empty warehouse with the hussle and bussle of the sunday market beneath.
Thanks to Broughton Boy and Buried Alive for all the trecking about and now, on with the pics!
External shot of the main warehouse, it's a bit big isn't it lol
Plants had started to grow in the rubble on the top floor
The mersey beneath