don t see many close up pics of the old gasworks. I remember it made a big impression when we used to walk past when I was a boy. It had the intrigue of any industrial building and it smelt too. It fascinated but, being a country boy and unfamiliar with gas, there was the thrill of the risk that it might explode or poison me at any moment. Pausing to stare for a few seconds instead of scurrying past always felt really daring. I wasn t one of life s great risk takers, pausing outside the gas-works gave me the same adrenaline rush that others get from hurtling down mountains etc.
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