Golden sunlight burst through the splinters of space between the gnarled arms of old trees and shattered window panes, casting dangerous shapes on the floor beneath us. The whole place had a sort of dreamy feel to it, as if it had been completely abandoned by time; a living photograph destined to remain this way forever.

Our parents warned us not to play here. All the kids in the neighbourhood knew that it was dangerous and we were never to venture inside, no matter what - but of course, you know how kids are. These boundaries only deepened our curiosity of the shabby metal skeleton which was the old bunker, and on that hazy summer afternoon, my friends and I scrambled up that hill, and it’s a day that none of us will ever forget.