The Mungo Scott Flour Mill in Summer Hill was one of the first places I photographed after moving back to Sydney from Melbourne.
It was an interesting way to get back into urban exploration. I’d had a short hiatus after the birth of my daughter so I was a bit rusty.
I was doing the rounds trying to see if I could find a way inside the Mungo Scott Flour Mill, in a bit of a panic to be honest. I guess it’s those out of practice nerves.
Then out of nowhere I saw an elderly gentleman just walked in through an opened gate. I watched him for a while, and it was clear he was lost and didn’t mean to end up in there. After a while, he left via the same gate and continued on his way so I did the same thing. I would plead that I’m lost, with my camera if anyone asks.
Then on entering the first building, I came face to face with a small group of copper thieves raiding a switchboard.
We got into a minor argument about who had/had no right to be on the premises. They then proceeded to tell me that they were sent by the insurance company to disconnect the power to a building that has been out of business since 2007. On a Sunday in singlet and thongs no less.
So we agreed to disagree. I told them they are full of shit and I will go over there to take photos, and they can stay here keep disconnecting the power.