Chimney Stack No 10

This was tricky to get to as the road/track is a pot-holed, sludgy mess and the trek on foot to get close-up was a skating rink-cum-lake disaster waiting to happen. There was no light on the chimney against the sky and I was not going to venture further afield around the back of the buildings as there was a great possibility I might not get back here to the comfort of my home in one piece.
The mark on the location map is an approximation. It's a place called Beanston.
I have a form that needs to be filled in and sent off and has been lying on the desk for far too long. I know it's there. It's presence haunts me. It follows me like a dark shadow at the edge of my mind.