The Ibsley fortification looms like a Gothic castle, stark gray over the calm English landscape, at the forest's edge. A WWII base for the RAF, it has been gnawed by the decades, leaving open corridors and brooding passageways.
It survived for precious few years, the airfield having been lost, almost entirely, to gravel abstraction. All that is left is a ruined and forlorn watch office (control tower) surrounded by lakes, now known as Mockbeggar Lakes, with wooded islands.
There is undeniable atmosphere, and a definite sense of foreboding due to graffiti and drug-related litter suggesting regular use as a rendezvous for illicit nocturnal activity...
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