No photos, but picture this;
A warehouse, on a semi-rural industrial estate, surrounded by scrapyards and haulage firms, with a moss infested blue metal panel roof and brick walls.
Inside, it is lit dimly by a few strip lights, and approximately 50 metres in length by 20 metres wide with a rather rough concrete floor.
Standing at one end, looking down the warehouse lengthways, on the left side is a rack with blue barrels stacked as high as they could be, filled with all sorts of lovely chemicals. There is a gap, just wide enough to swing a small forklift around in, and next to that is a walkway, raised roughly 12ft from the ground, with red painted framework and grided floor panels.
This walkway allows for the filling and monitoring of 8 giant vats in the middle of the room, mounted on red painted metal struts 4ft from the floor, rusty as a Mk1 Ford Fiesta in one of the neighbouring scrapyards. Each vat is surrounded by a knee high wall that holds back the sludgy, watery overflow from the vat, in varying colours, from azure blue and blood red to the colour of the skids in your bog. (Mostly the later)
In front of selected vats there are stange looking metal contraptions, stained and oxidised by the chemicals that run through them. There are stainless metal tables either side of these contraptions, and next to those are the tape machines. Roughly 10ft in length, with bearing rollers at either end and four sea green conveyors (two top and two bottom) in the middle, with complex looking mechanisms attached above and below between the conveyors. At the end of each tape machine is usually a rather beaten looking red stained, or untreated pallet.
These are next to another pathway, barely wide enough to squeeze a pallet through in places, thanks to the pallets on the other side with varying sizes of boxes and bottles stacked up to 15 ft high on them.
Behind those pallets is the other wall.
The walls are painted white, there are a couple of semi translucent panels in the ceiling, and a medium sized window on the left wall, on the furthest end.
...and that completes your small descriptive tour of the chemical department at Staples/Consuma in sleaford.