Box Hill Brickworks fail
I’d been meaning to go to Box Hill Brickworks for the past two years. Anyone who knows me well will know I procrastinate and leave anything that can be done next week until next week, and all of a sudden a couple of decades have passed and it still hasn’t been done. Lord knows how I ever managed to get a degree.
Box Hill Brickworks was one of those abandoned places that I kept not getting around to. I finally organised to go out there and photograph it on the weekend just gone, and was looking forward to being able to finally be able to cross it off my list.
I was delighted to see that it was still standing, and access was gained by easily climbing over a barbed-wire fence. However, once we got inside, we were disappointed to find the stairs leading to the upper levels had been blocked with a solid sheet of metal. Fail. Too little, too late.
It was still worth it to see bits of old machinery on the ground level. I always try to picture abandoned factories as how they might have looked when they were still running. And the people who worked in them. And the presence of old hand-written sales records in one of the back rooms made the place that little bit more human.
As we went to climb back over the fence on our way out, a large group of little kids in the park opposite the brickworks yelled “penis!” at us. Such rebels.
x Kitten of Doom