The Cricketers Arms sits tucked away beside the half fallen down factory. We use to sit out the back, wrapped up warm with a pint in our hands. I've been observing this piece of land ever since they fenced it off. I wanted to explore it from different angles. A sea of wild flowers and grass amongst piles of rubble and battered chip board panels. I like the contrast between the post-industrial factory building and the job centre to the right.