Walking through thr right hand side door of yesterdays photo finds this room. The shot is taken looking towards that door. I've no idea what the row of big ass concrete blocks are, remnants of its working life.
Some of the roof is missing, the wall to the left is lined with cork, and like the others rooms, theres crap, history and stories everywhere.
This is the room that the big fig proudly sprouts from, so I've aptly named the room after it.