During my infrequent visits to family further up the North Island I always rubber-neck while driving by the old dairy factory on the outskirts of my old home town. And should I have time for a walk, I will usually linger around the perimeter fence and take a photo or five.
From the road side…
The factory was still in business when I started high school (the mid ’80s, if we must date it) but it had closed by the time I left. Over many years it was bought and sold a number of times and became increasingly derelict. As you can imagine, local youth looking for things to deface and destroy loved it.
Many people said it was an eyesore and sure, I didn’t have to see it everyday, but I liked it. Or at least appreciated its history and decayed character.
From the river side…
Nothing happened for so long it seemed it would remain one of those goliath reminders of the past. Here’s a news article from 2011.
But recently mum emailed me with the news that much of it had come down.
I was glad to hear they left the end of the original art deco building (even though there are no particular plans for what to do with it), and the other end will be renovated for re-use.
So that’s that. I’ll have a look when I’m back there in June.