Camp 30

Sitting at the edge of sprawl in the golden horseshoe lies the remains of a WW2 Prisoner of war camp. Built some time during the 1940's to hold German soldiers and various figures of threat to the country during the time of war.

Though its purpose has been thoroughly removed through out the years after the war, the site still tells its story. What I find most unique about sites like these, is the village like setting in which they were designed to operate independently from anything else. 

This complex of buildings now sits alone, slowly crumbling into ruins and sinking into disrepair. Non the less, this site is complete with its own cafetorium, schools, gyms, pool, power plant, and pump houses.  

We started our exploration in the warming rays of the afternoon sun. Entering the cafetorium first, the uplifting colours of decayed paint ignited with intense luminosity. Roaming over to a rather decrepit building shrouded in tall grass we entered a morbid reminder of what use to be. A full sized pool lied burrowed in the ground, ravaged with decay. Soon after we came to a building, well I'm not sure building is the correct term, as it was burned to a shell. The massive I beams above warped like liquorice and twisted under the intense fire.
As the sun set, the site possessed a more sinister atmosphere. As we entered the last building, unaccountable sounds filled us with fear. Looking down the long corridors, the site was laden with darkness. Decay eating the insides and open doors lined the site, each and everyone being a door to the abyss and unknown.
Avoiding the troubles on the main floor, we headed for the roof, which to our benefit was an escape from the hellish ruins that lied below us. After relaxing and taking in the luminous stars we marked this the end of our exploration, and a good one at that.