Seeking Asylum

I saw some amazing pictures of a disused, derelict lunatic asylum in Brisbane and wrote to the guy who took them to find out the low-down.

Will and I went up there early one morning and had a look around. It was a very creepy place! Mist hung low over the river that early in the morning and despite the chill in the air, high above the banks sun shone into this run-down ancient building which must have lain disused for over forty years.

It was surrounded by a golf course and we could see the smart-casual putters puttering around whilst we tentatively picked our way through the derelict hulk.

Eventually a golf-buggy drove by and we kind of figured out the game was up when we made eye contact with the greenkeepers... so we had a quick final look around before sneaking away past the No Entry sign which of course we had previously failed to see, and through the hole in the fence....