Sunday, 9 October 2011

A Dark and Foreboding Blat............

Twin Weber 40's cough as they suck in the chilly October air. I needed an automotive fix, I've had this route in my head for months and had finally created satnav itenerary using TYRE to stretch the Seven's legs. - Final Destination: Broadmoor Asylum !


The thing that grabs you most is how close  this place is to the general population, being just outside Crowthorne. It's home to some seriously deranged characters, and opened as a lunatic asylum in 1863. It may be a hospital, but it still retains the status of a Category B prison.
Read more: HERE . 


 As you roll up a small hill, the road takes on a chilling, seldom used, foreboding look (If you've ever played the game or seen the film of Silent Hill , you'll know the feeling) ......You transition from a sunny English Autumnal evening into a 1930's black and white film noir, suddenly realising you are the only thing moving.....as you crest the hill, what looks like a huge walled prison slides into view. Even in broad daylight it is quite a sight.  A huge red kite lifts off as I accelerate along what the sat-nav tells me is a road that circles the asylum........... As you pass the main gate, a garden with a solitary moss-covered angel with it's back turned sets a sombre, dark mood.....



A very deserted road !


......I pull in next to a delapidated wooden street sign sign for Broadmoor Park road, the paint flaking from the sign an indication this place has not seen maintenance for some time !. I jump out for a quick photo. As I'm strapping myself back in, the silence of the place hits me - the only sound is the wind whistling through the trees. As I put my earplugs in a bicycle flies past me at speed, it's rider giving me a faceless glance,  followed by what sounds like a door creaking. This is too much !.....My fight-or-flight kicks in as I crank the starter and hit the accelerator. The road narrows as I drive through the now single-track flooded lane , and  the water flicked up by the front wheels hits my face ....I realise the road goes no further. It did, but it's now closed, with a NO ENTRY barrier preventing any progress around the back-side of the hospital. Once again the silence hits you......

Eerie: Broadmoor Electricity Sub-station
......a quick 180, and I'm replacing my steps around Broadmoors' wall and outer fence, and then suddenly just as quickly as I had arrived, I'm back in an English leafy lane, the evening sun filtering through the trees. ...Was it all just a bad dream ?
.....I don't think it'll be a future blat destination, at least not on my own  !

Next stop was Farnborough Business Park - Not a worthy destination you might think....wrong ! - Rather than levelling the place and putting up a collection of bland faceless blocks they have embraced Farnborough's aviation history. The old control tower and Airport lounge is now a Regus Office, and the old airship shed is now forms the central monument of the park.

Formerly Farnborough Airport  Departure Lounge (Now Regus)

Farnborough Business Park Airship Shed
Franborough F.A.S.T. Museum

A quick 'lap' of the Pirbright Ring' finished off a satisfying solo-blat !