St Andrew's War Memorial Hospital.
On walking the corridors of St Andrew's Hospital I've realised that it would serve well as the set of a horror movie. It’s quite an old hospital, but, as is true of most old buildings in the area, it has been updated and refurbished over time. There are still remnants and reminders of the past: winding staircases with worn wooden balustrades, old light fittings that cast a weak glow, and stained linoleum flooring, dispersing themselves in several directions and serving (mainly) to disconcert and disorientate; newer rooms, whitewashed and clinical, housing hulking machinery that harbour a sense of latent menace, (they might snatch you if you stray too close); corridors around the outside of the building that have small windows, too small to allow any possible escape, but large enough to afford a view of the layered concrete car park that is full to overflowing with cars, (where are all the people?) or a fenced-off and barb-wired enclosure, (what does it hold?); all these things are juxtaposed such that walking the hospital in the middle of the day stirs deep foreboding. I can’t begin to imagine how frightening the building is at night.