The children’s wards at West Park Asylum, every corridor and room is painted with bright and cheerful murals of favourite characters from fiction and film, now peeling and flaking into dust. Labels with the names of children are attached to the wall on the left here, did these once indicate to whom these rooms belonged? Stephen’s label lies forlornly on the floor, detached from the rest, I want to pick it up and try to stick it back, but know it will be futile, so I leave it there.
It is so quiet here now. The corridors must at one point have echoed with the voices of children and their carers, maybe some cries of fear and distress, maybe even laughter if the young inmates became so immersed in a game that they forgot briefly where they were….
More quick photos from the children’s ward on my other blog.