I had the day off work today. I ought to have worked, frankly. But there weren’t any shifts coming up! Prob’ needed the rest, tbh.
So I drove around after lunch, for a change of scene and some fresh air. Listened to Funk Factory, a 1975 Urbaniak album. Polish American jazz funk fusion. Really good!
At one ping I passed a sign with a name like ‘pillbox meadow’. My antennae rose, and I kept my eyes peeled for said pillbox. Sho’ nuff, a short way away, I came across the bunker that features on this post.
Situated on a junction of multiple roads/paths sbd a waterway, this bunker feels like an observation post. It has vision slits on all faces. Tho’ now one or more aspects are blocked to varying degrees – some completely – by plant growth. Good camo’. But crap for obs.
As I recrossed the stream, the patterns on the metal footplate caught my eye. Time and nature’s encroachment rendering pretty patterns.
Back to the bunker, to have a look around inside. This is another one that’s not been bricked up. Thankfully.
Sadly this one, unlike the gun emplacement I last looked at, is full of crappy human detritus. Indeed, I was a little worried, in the near dark, that it might’ve been a tramp’s toilet.
Inside it was darkly gloomy. More so due to the vision slots being choked with plant growth.
I do love exploring these relics. It’s a pity they’re not maintained better.
And off I go…