The building was freezing cold inside and it took me a while to focus my attention on photographing rather than the increasing numbness in my poor little fingers. I was very thankful that I had hand warmers in each pocket and every so often would clutch them tightly willing my hands to absorb the heat. We tiptoed along corridors and through rooms, trying to be as quiet as possible, no mean feat when the floors are littered with broken tiles and glass. The hospital has been closed since 1981 and since the few years ago that I was last here, the deterioration has accelerated. There were no artifacts or remnants to be seen anywhere, and the damage from scrappers and the elements was extensive, but there was no heavy sad aura hanging around the place which I've often felt while exploring abandoned asylums.
A great article on the hospital is here: