Corrugated sheeting leans across the doorframe, held in place by a makeshift lattice of timber braces.
This was the access point from the ladies’ parlour out to the beer garden, a quieter path within the Terminus Hotel that once offered a moment of reprieve. Green tiles still line the lower walls, contrasting with the peeling paint and fractured plaster above. An old box fan lies tipped against the skirting board, surrounded by scattered offcuts and discarded scraps.
The boarding-up may be improvised, but it’s done its job. Barely.
Faithfully captured and printed on archival fine art paper, this image preserves the quiet chaos of makeshift decay with deep tonal range and rich, tactile detail.