After the 'torso against skirting board' Good Friday shoot today I went to two closed down industrial sites. This one is going to be resurrected as, is often the case, housing (according to the guy who scaled the fence shortly after I'd gone in.) It was still windy from the storm which battered the town last night and there was a lot of booming and banging sounds as loose corrugated metal panels and one or two rooflights were blown back and forth. Outside clouds of dust and grit were being whipped up. There wasn't much of a smell inside but when I got home my clothes and skin smelled of potassium and ammonia.