Around 1974...ish some local 'entrepreneurs' were using the dry as a repair shop for their clapped out cars. There was a rusty corrugated roof that had had numerous coats of bitumen slapped on it in an effort to keep it waterproof.
I never saw anyone in there, and then it all seemed to disappear overnight.
Not too long after that, the place went through various stages of sanitation.
The wire rope fence apparently came from Sth Crofty's winder.
Some of the 'tidying up' destroyed a good stand of wild orchids, which have never returned.
I'm just glad I managed to shoot a couple of rolls of slide film before it changed forever
"You Chinese think of everything!"
"But I''m not Chinese!"
"Then you must have forgotten something!"