I am nosy. I’ll admit it. I cannot walk past an interesting building without pausing to take a closer look…
Which is how I managed to find myself in some former loos on the promenade in Sheringham, Norfolk.
The poor tradesman who I accosted was quietly trying to have a sneaky fag-break until I strolled along and interrupted his peace.
And demanded a full tour.
And would you believe it, without any prior planning or knowledge I ended up in some public toilets which had been sold at auction two years earlier.
This is what they looked like before: