Tales of the Urban Explorer: British Aerospace Defence Dynamics Social Club

Over two years had passed since our visit to ‘*[Abandoned Scan](https://peakd.com/hive-104387/@slobberchops/tales-of-the-urban-explorer-abandoned-scan )*’, in which we found a massive warehouse full of junk, valuable stuff; I don’t know what you would call it. I do remember it taking my breath away, one of the delights one can sometimes experience when doing this quirky hobby of mine.  Now we were back, not for a revisit but to try and find a way into the social club at the entrance. Last time, we had our fill of the warehouse and the two buildings, though they appear connected from a bird's-eye view, they are not. > British Aerospace Dynamics Limited (BAe Dynamics) was a specialist division of British Aerospace, focused on the research, development, and production of guided weapons, missiles, and associated defence technologies - [Source]( https://grokipedia.com/page/BAe_Dynamics) I figure this whole bad-looking block likely belonged to British Aerospace before they leased it out as a warehouse. We had done the large section, now it was time to visit where the employee pissheads go after a long, hard shift after crafting those supersonic missiles. <center>  ...***'The Social Club is the small area on extreme left, the rest is 'Abandoned Scan'*** </center> ‘*British Aerospace Defence Dynamics Social Club*' is that little square building at the left-edge, the rest of it is... or was '*Abandoned Scan*'. We were not in the least interested in a revisit of that one, as good as it was. Whereas ‘*[Abandoned Scan](https://peakd.com/hive-104387/@slobberchops/tales-of-the-urban-explorer-abandoned-scan )*’ had been a trip through the local jungle and a backbreaking exercise getting through a small window (before realising an external door was open), this was going to be a whole lot easier, firstly due to the new housing estate right next to this dump. I can’t imagine the new owners of these ‘little boxes’ types’ house not being particularly impressed at this derelict mess next to their brand new ‘castles of joy’, but I was.  Look at that lovely gap created, just for fat-bellied, BMI stretching me. That fence was lovely, fine and big, but effectively useless now.  Our luck was growing by the minute, a little squatting and we could be inside, unless that dank hole led to a toilet brimming with last year's vagrant-donated watery diarrhoea.  Not quite, but inside was a lot worse than I expected. This happens often, with the respectable exterior façade masking an interior that resembles a smelly cheese-caked, well-worn vulva.  Many empty and sodden boxes, they went back a long way, but I didn't fancy climbing over them to find a big nothing.  Clothing... had to be with sizes. Even if there was any inside, it would stink of smelly old ladies by now, the type that sits on the bus next to you, making you silently gag. ![3_IMG_0523_3.jpg](https://files.peakd.com/file/peakd-hive/slobberchops/23tvifqPVczgRVP16n5zrLQkYmb9beJKqHG […]