This is Armley Prison, the 'Big House on the Hill', Leeds.
The little speck by the wall in the third picture is a human figure.
Note the rounded mouldings on top of the giant curtain wall.
They stop grappling hooks from working.
But I'm surprised there are no cameras to watch the outside; somebody could bring a large Cherry-Picker right up and park it adjacent.
Anyway, it is not a pleasant place at all despite all the complaints of 'human rights' and molly-coddling', as the suicide rate indicates.
This is the resting place of so many young people in Leeds, but it has to be said that they are made to fit on the outside, not the inside.
Let's just hope there's a good sprinkling of genuine old lags to keep morale up, eh?
And let's also hope that the outside world remains sufficiently different that good people aren't tempted to continue their research with the 'bad machines' circuiting behind all that stone.
Incidentally, in the Yorkshire Evening Post this week was a little article about a man buried in the cemetary opposite the wall; he was a VC in WWI for rescuing comrades under fire, a big ox of a man who built his muscles working at Timothy Taylor's Brewery. He was killed by a police car in 1953; at the wake, Timothy Taylor supplied all the drink.
Apparently Timothy Taylor's is latterly known as Madonna's favourite beer.
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