Tales of the Urban Explorer: ATG Airports

Oh… how I wish I could start each explore with an image of a foreboding, spooky, dark house, or a dank factory flanked by a setting sun resulting in a contrast so extreme it would make you piss in your jockstrap. In reality, we often get fed eye-candy of pure shit, such as what you are seeing in this cover image for '*ATG Airports*'. Even so, if there's something inside of interest, then I can tolerate the odd image of a filthy, overgrown once road partially covered in green slime, or something similarly disgusting.  A visit to Manchester Airport can result in serious parking issues, as there's always some tight-arse who wants to dump their car for free before jetting off to Benalmadina to enjoy the sun and admire the quantities of used toilet paper floating in the sea close to the shoreline. Today we were off the beaten track, just a little and managed to dump the car on a narrow road, before heading into the undergrowth to avoid a house containing probable Karen's. > [ATG Airports](https://www.atgairports.com/projects/manchester-airport) is an airfield lighting specialist that has been involved in major projects at Manchester Airport, including the Airport Transformation Programme. It was quite a march over rough ground as the '*official*' road to '*ATG Airports*' had been sealed by a solid-looking high fence. As we neared some buildings, it looked bleak. All sealed up to the hilt, and this was looking like another failure.  Ah, but what about that portacabin, the long one with much broken glass and a door that looked suspiciously open? Besides some distant planes taking off and landing, the area was quiet, and it was enough to convince us that nobody was going to be in there unless it was another explorer.  We crept inside regardless, as you can never be too careful. Inside was a mess and initially disappointing. Large nets, a partially collapsed ceiling and some graffiti that made no sense at all.  It's just as well this boring paperwork was protected; otherwise, room one would have been a total bust. Actually, it was..., as this document doesn't detail anything about booze, women or sex. Things had better look up.  It seems the local ‘*fuck writers*’ are more illiterate than usual around the Wythenshawe area of South Manchester than average.  A fancy lighting unit that's barely holding on to the ceiling. I don't know what it is.  If someone had not wrenched the front door off its hinges, there's always the more reliable back way, where only half a door remains.  So many doors into this cabin, surely the 'Foreman' must have something of interest stashed away. Bosses don’t do anything other than read porn magazines, right? ![6_IMG_0439_6.jpg](https://files.peakd.com/file/peakd-hive/slobberchops/EokeXyigL17mzKBC2z7ed1tAiwuPKqPUiLQgBRemTfmh9VVA7oLfpbPRRc […]