A rusted workbench stretches across the back wall of White Bay Power Station’s Turbine Hall, its heavy-duty grinders long seized with rust. Once essential for shaping tools, they now sit frozen in decay, their cast frames layered in dust and corrosion.
Above, two industrial lamps with dulled enamel shades remain fixed to the wall, while a broken window behind them filters in uneven daylight. The shattered glass beneath suggests exposure to the elements for years, furthering the space’s slow decline.
Chains hang from above, remnants of an overhead lifting system that once moved heavy components. The debris-littered floor, covered in flaked paint, rotting timber, and discarded materials, reflects the passage of time in a place once defined by precision.