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One man's eccentric vision in the jungles of Malaysia...

Many locals are convinced that this site is haunted

and you can understand why,

this building has seen a lot of action

and not all of it was pleasant.

..a pioneering palace in Chicago,

the largest of its kind in the world.

It was IMAX before they even invented IMAX.

..Nazi towers in Berlin defended to the bitter end by

the only fighters left in town...

Let's call them what they were, they were child soldiers.

..and a castle-like compound in San Francisco born out of

the ashes of tragedy.

It's the brainchild of a man who wants to revolutionise an industry

but all of his efforts would be undone by a radical national reform.

In the German capital is a rare survivor of a time when

the city resembled a post-apocalyptic wasteland.

We're in the centre of Berlin and in a public park,

there is what appears to be a hill

and as you get closer it has got

a massive old building right in the middle of it.

It's got these two really huge protrusions that, kind of, look like

castles but it's just a big, hulking mass of concrete.

Once you get inside, you realise there is much more to this place

than is immediately visible above the ground.

It seems to disappear into the earth.

We are only getting a fractional glimpse at the size of it.

You can see blasts, dings,

chunks that have been ripped out of the concrete.

When the enemy was at Berlin's doorstep,

this structure became both a target and a lifeline...

The city's inhabitants came streaming in to what was one of

the last safe places in the city.

These towers are the last thing keeping Berlin alive.

But it wasn't soldiers manning the tower, it was women and children.

The kids got as young as about 14 years old.

..yet they would rather die than surrender.

This became the final holdout in the last stand of the Third Reich.

The first time I came in here I had already built it up in my head

and even that didn't live up in the slightest

to what we were actually seeing.

Athena Kerins works for an organisation that has unearthed

hidden layers of this structure.

The scale of this building when it was still standing is almost

impossible to comprehend.

For decades, it's sat as an inaccessible hunk

of concrete on top of this park.

Surrounding it were tales

and rumours from Berlin's darkest days under the Nazi regime.

Hermann Goering, the Commander of the Luftwaffe, promised

the people of Germany that

Berlin would never be bombed.

But early in the Second World War,

a mistake by a German pilot started

a chain reaction that proved Goering wrong.

On the 24th of August 1940 a German bomber gets lost,

it accidentally drops a rack of bombs on to London.

Revenge was swift.

British Prime Minister, Winston Churchill, immediately ordered

the Royal Air Force to retaliate.

That first night only 22 planes actually made it to Berlin.

Most got lost in bad weather and missed their targets.

The only damage inflicted was to kill an elephant at Berlin Zoo,

yet it proved British bombers had the range to strike the German capital.

It was enough to break the illusion that Berlin was safe

and the vulnerability of Berlin was exposed incredibly quickly.

And at that time, in that summer of 1940,

we get the escalation of city bombing.

London was pounded for 57 days straight in

a campaign that was later named the Blitz.

While going on the attack, the Nazi's began to bolster defences

in their own capital.

And in order to protect the city the Nazi's build

massive anti-aircraft towers.

The German word for anti-aircraft is flugabwehrkanone,

anti-aircraft canons and that shortens to flak.

These were flak towers, flakturme.

This is the Humboldthain flak tower.

Its design reflects Hitler's specific whim

which he sketched on a scrap of paper.

These towers were originally meant to deter planes from coming

near the centre of the city and

the idea that Hitler had in his mind was something

a bit like a mediaeval castle.

They take thousands of soldiers

and hundreds of POWs

to build these towers in just less than six months.

Six storeys high,

the four towers were topped with flak guns

and anti-aircraft machine guns.

The dream was partially to show

the military might of his empire

but also to actually serve a military purpose.

In late 1943 Allied bombers shifted their focus from industrial districts

to civilian neighbourhoods.

The flak tower was called into action on an almost daily basis.

People maybe more familiar with

the bombing of London known as The Blitz

but in terms of numbers it doesn't compare with

the bombardment of German cities.

Those people defending this flak tower witnessed 363 air raids

strike Berlin.

People who were in this building during air raids said that

it, kind of, felt like being on a ship at sea,

even though it was a massive concrete building secured on

an 84-metre sand bed, still it rocked with the guns.

As bombing intensified, citizens sought refuge

from the Allied onslaught.

In addition to serving as flak towers,

this is going to be a perfect place for an air raid shelter.

Slices of Berlin life had to move into the Humboldthain flak tower,

there were children who were going to school,

there were maternity hospitals,

it was the only safe place in Berlin to give birth.

As the Allies advanced on Berlin from all sides,

the Nazi's shipped out every soldier available to the front lines.

For every man that they sent out

they brought in about eight children.

The way that they sold this to the parents is they say,

"Here they'll be safe, they'll be in a bomb-proof building,

"they'll still do their 18 hours of school a week

"but during the night they will be heroes of the Reich.

"They will be defending our city."

The official title of these children who were working

and fighting here were the Luftwaffenhelfer,

the air force helpers.

Let's call them what they were,

they were child soldiers.

These kids were about to come up against an army thirsty for revenge.

Berlin, April 1945.

Soviet troops were the first of the allied forces

to arrive at the city's doorstep.

On the 16th they crossed the Oder River.

The Battle of Berlin had begun.

But the mass of Berlin's defence was teenagers,

old people,

women who'd been bought in to fire anti-aircraft guns,

they were given a hasty preparation,

handed a weapon

and being told the Russians are coming, start shooting.

As the Soviets got even closer to the city,

many Berliners, many of whom were already homeless,

started flooding into the flak tower.

This building that was originally designed

to only host about 15,000 civilians regularly had up to 50,000.

The Humboldthain flak tower was targeted as

a major obstacle

to Soviet advances into the centre of the city.

You can only imagine the deafening sound of bombs

and artillery hitting the walls.

It must have felt like

the whole place was gonna collapse in on you.

Despite a barrage of artillery, the towers with their eight-feet-thick,

reinforced concrete walls held firm.

But Berlin was crumbling around them

and Hitler saw the writing on the wall.

The Humboldthain is not far from Hitler's bunker

and when the news came that Hitler had killed himself,

that the Fuhrer was dead,

they lost the ability to cope.

The Soviets were particularly brutalised by Nazi ideology,

the men coming in here did have revenge on their mind

which also led to large swathes of suicides,

particularly among women and girls,

many of whom threw themselves down the spiral staircase instead

of living in a world where they had lost.

But their sons and brothers, the young boys left behind

refused to lay down their arms.

Even after Hitler kills himself,

even after Berlin surrenders,

these towers just keep on fighting.

They held out for another day after

the city garrison had surrendered

but finally Soviet troops took the building on

the 3rd of May 1945.

It was one of the few structures left standing,

over 80% of the city has been levelled.

After World War Two Berlin was divided into different sectors,

the French are gonna control

the sector that has these flak towers.

Their attempt to demolish them only partially succeeded,

leaving two of the four towers standing.

And they rapidly determine that they cannot realistically destroy

the flak tower without destroying Berlin around it

so the French decide to bury it.

Berlin was massively destroyed so rubble from across

the entire French sector was piled up to make

a small mountain atop of the building

and that is what we see today.

At the time it was simply a pile of rubble

but over the years it's become covered with topsoil,

with trees, with bushes and now it is a beautiful park

with this massive relic in the middle.

For decades, people wanted to forget the horrors of the war

and the towers' legacy remained buried

until the Berlin Underworlds Association began digging.

A historical society found an entranceway in the rubble

and an entire subterranean world opened up.

They began to lead the public into these fated hallways

for the first time in 60 years.

In a busy neighbourhood of North Chicago,

an ornate structure stands out from the crowd.

On one of these streets we see this massive facade with

the word Uptown emblazoned on it.

When you step into this place it's almost like you're being transported

into another world.

There's grand columns that are reaching into the ceiling.

There's relief carvings everywhere you look

and a sweeping staircase in the lobby.

There are thousands of upholstered chairs facing a grand stage.

This was a place to entertain.

Once the jewel in the city's crown,

it was the largest of its kind in the world.

But a reckoning was coming that would bring this party

to an end.

And ultimately make way for a new one.

One man saw the opportunity

to bring new life into this building.

You walk into this place

and you can't help but fall in love with it.

A new era saw the volume cranked up to 11.

All the shows that played here were top notch performers on their

way up.

David Syfczak has been a custodian of this historic building

for nearly 30 years but he first visited as a young boy

in the late 1950s.

We'd come see the feature films with my parents.

I would come here, order my popcorn

and through the windows, here, I could still watch the film.

This was still the golden age of Hollywood,

a time when the cinema was king.

In these days before television,

movies played a huge role in people's lives,

especially people who lived in cities like this.

People were going to the movies as much as three times a week

and sometimes they would sit through a double feature.

In this hay day of films,

lavish cinemas were popping up across the country.

And I'm of the age where every theatre was a movie palace

so I was under the impression that

every neighbourhood had one of these.

Little did I know how special this building actually was.

This is the Uptown Theatre.

It opened in 1925 to great fanfare.

To mark the occasion the entire city turned out.

There were two whole weeks of

parades and 12,000 people were out on the streets.

This theatre had seating for 4,500 people making it

the biggest movie theatre in the world at the time it opened.

Know we're 131 full time employees here.

Not a single expense was spared.

The lobby for example was modelled after the Palace of Versailles.

So as you entered the grand lobby here,

immediately your eyeballs popped out at the opulence of the theatre.

The chandeliers alone cost $30,000 back in 1925 when it opened,

that would be something like half a million today.

At one point there was even a Rembrandt

hanging on one of the walls.

The auditorium is so vast that the screen was 60 by 30

so it was IMAX before they even invented IMAX.

The building as a whole was designed to function as a one stop shop.

This was built for an urban pedestrian

street-car-riding population

so they had amenities, they had a nursery,

you could drop your kids off

and go see an afternoon matinee.

Can you imagine people doing that today?

It's...It's...It's just inconceivable.

For decades the Uptown Theatre thrived

and was at the heart of the local community.

But, the popularity of home television sets in the 1950s

was accompanied by dramatic changes to cinema building.

The priority was now on quantity not quality.

It was hard for them to compete with a multiplex

built out by the interstate somewhere that might have

eight or 12 screens.

This shift in movie going made these really lavish places like

Uptown completely obsolete.

But one young entrepreneur saw

an opportunity in its fading

grandeur and would grant it new life.

You walk into this place and you can't help

but fall in love with it.

The lobby is spectacular,

I got married in the lobby.

In 1975, Jerry Mickelson, the current owner and music promotor

was searching for a theatre that could host top bands

and rock concerts without

the restrictions he encountered in the centre of Chicago.

Originally we started downtown at some beautiful old theatres but

the old theatres became very restrictive

with who they would let in to play at their venues.

Chicago had a lot of rules.

The stagehands had to belong to the union,

the police were keeping an eye on illicit activity,

there were noise ordinances.

When Bob Marley came into a downtown theatre

the people that owned the theatre went nuts

because as soon as he walked in they're smoking Ganja.

We got hassled all day long, he got hassled.

But here in Uptown it was a little bit more free,

maybe a little bit more like the Wild West.

You could get away with a lot more here.

Free from all the rules and restrictions,

the Uptown was a perfect fit for famous musicians

and raucous concerts

so Jerry leased this grand old lady from its owners.

On October 31st 1975 we presented our first concert here

with Fee Waybill and the Tubes.

And it was perfect for a rock and roll band.

You would have the Green Room in back.

You would have space for the band and the various hangers on.

The bands certainly wanted to play here,

because there weren't restrictions

that stopped them from really putting on their very best show,

and the fans loved coming here just to take in the beauty of the theatre

but, also, the fact that they were really so close to the stage,

no matter where you are.

The sight lines, you know,

sitting anywhere in this theatre is really spectacular,

the acoustics are perfect.

So the Uptown Theatre became one of the go

to destinations for the top bands of the day.

There's Grateful Dead stickers on the back of seats,

there's an ode to Bruce Springsteen

that's written on the women's bathroom stall.

Seeing Springsteen was always great here,

the Grateful Dead, Bob Marley, Frank Zapper.

Genesis here was amazing, Electric Light Orchestra,

all the shows that played here were top notch performers on their

way up.

But the owners weren't living up to their end of the bargain.

They extracted every penny that they could

but they never reinvested it back into the theatre

and for a place like Uptown that really was its death sentence.

December 19th 1981 had to buy the oil to heat

the theatre cos the owners couldn't afford to do it

and the bathrooms were barely functioning on the day of

the show and they decided to close.

The theatre changed hands again

and the next owner really was just buying it as

a salvage opportunity.

They stripped out the plumbing and the fixtures,

they sold everything off that they could.

In the mid-1990s,

David and a friend got involved in trying to save

the building from its slum lord owners.

Unfortunately they failed and neglected to heat the building.

Where all these drain lines transition through the roof,

they froze, they burst,

consequently we had all that water cascading through the building.

It was kind of heartbreaking to see the condition

the building was in,

this lobby was full of nothing but junk.

While David managed to keep the building alive,

an old face eventually returned with a plan

to restore it to its former glory.

I couldn't afford to buy it in 1981 or '82 and just waited till

the opportunity came that I could acquire it

and it wasn't until 2008 that I finally put all

the pieces together to, er, make this work and immediately started

to put money into it to preserve it.

The three original chandeliers were salvaged

and are being kept in storage.

By court order they'll be refitted when

the theatre's restoration work is 85% complete.

With plans to bring rock bands back to its stage,

David is waiting

with bated breath for opening night.

I've been here since 1996 trying to save this building

and working on keeping it alive and maintaining it.

Hopefully I'm in the front row and I'm gonna rent a tuxedo

and I'm gonna pop a bottle of champagne and

hopefully we're gonna get there in my lifetime.

In the Malaysian state of Perak sits

a majestic ruin plagued by the ghosts of its past.

This region is hot and it's humid and it's covered in rainforest

so when you see this grand building sitting in the middle of it all,

it's a surprise.

At first glance it feels like the kind of castle you might expect

to see in the Scottish Highlands so what's it doing here in Malaysia?

It's a strange blend of architecture,

you have Scottish and Moorish and Italian influences.

Some areas seem to be in pretty good condition

especially from the outside

but then there are other parts that look like they've been

completely destroyed.

One thing we can say for certain is this doesn't look like a stronghold

built for defence.

The inside, although bare, feels like it could have been

someone's home.

This site holds a tale of one man's ambition

which rode a wave of colonial expansion.

He arrived with a humble dream which could only be realised

because of the might of the British Empire.

It's a story that changed the course of history

and it begins with a theft.

In the jungles of Malaysia,

legend has it that this place is haunted.

Local resident, Hakim, is a believer.

The ghost stories that surround this building were born

of its turbulent past.

There's a good reason this grand residence looks like it could be

a Scottish castle and that's because Scotland is where its story begins

with a man named William Smith.

William Kelly Smith was born in 1870 to relative poverty.

At the age of 20 he decided to seek his fortune on the other side of the

world in the British colony of Malaya, today known as Malaysia.

This was an era when Europe was claiming overseas properties for

for their own and they did it with

little regard to the native people.

By the time William Smith arrived in the colony

it was well established

and ripe for exploitation.

Smith embarked on survey work as a civil engineer for

a massive road-building programme.

With little competition he quickly earned enough money

to buy a plot of land.

And Smith purchased 1,000 acres of land where the house sits today

but he didn't yet have the funds to build it,

all he had, for years, was a small wooden bungalow.

He tried his luck at a few other businesses which all failed

but with his next venture, marriage, he'd hit the jackpot.

In 1903 he met 25-year-old Agnes,

a wealthy heiress to a Liverpool cotton merchant family.

After a whirlwind romance they married

and Smith came into £60,000 of Agnes inheritance money.

This was a vast fortune, the equivalent to around

£6 million today.

Agnes hates the wooden bungalow

so William started work on a brick house.

It was complete by 1910 and was the beginning of what would become

Kelly's Castle.

Smith continued to frivolously invest his wife's inheritance into his many

failing businesses, among them a coffee plantation,

a sawmill and a dredging company

but with one venture he would strike it lucky.

Smith had previously started a rubber plantation

and now with the extra funds he could expand it

and soon he had the largest in the Batu Gajah area.

What's fascinating about rubber

and you might not think there's much,

is how rubber trees got to Malaya in the first place.

It's a story that began with a theft.

Rubber trees are native to the Amazon

and they didn't grow anywhere else.

Brazil for many years had a complete world monopoly.

The British weren't happy about this and they started to try

and smuggle seeds out of the country

but every attempt failed as the seeds turned rancid

before they got back to England.

But, in 1876, a man named Henry Wickam successfully transported

70,000 seeds back to London using banana skins.

Once there, the botanist successfully germinated the seeds

which were then sent out to the colonies that had the right climate

for them to thrive.

Malaya was by far the most productive.

This coupled with the huge demand from

the US automobile industry in the 1900s created

a massive boom in the rubber trade.

Rubber was suddenly like gold

and money from Smith's plantation was pouring in,

he began expanding his brick house into

the home he'd always dreamed of.

Work started in 1915 and William was desperate to make a statement

to show that he was part of the colonial elite in Malaya

and, in the Victorian era, to do that you needed a castle estate

and William wanted his to be the biggest.

Kelly's Castle was designed to incorporate Scottish,

Moorish and Indian architectural elements,

features which you can still see today.

Ornate garages were packed full of the latest motorcars,

elaborate dining rooms welcomed guests

and hosted lavish dinner parties,

all maintained by an army of servants.

The plan included 14 rooms, an indoor tennis court,

a rooftop courtyard, a cellar, stables and a six-storey tower

that would house Malaya's first elevator.

More than 70 craftsmen from India were bought over

to work on the castle.

But construction was brought to a halt during World War One

and just as the conflict ended in 1918 tragedy struck.

In November a Spanish flu epidemic passed through Malaya

killing 35,000 people,

many of them William's Indian workers.

Construction eventually got underway again

but Smith wouldn't live to see his castle completed.

He went to Europe to visit his wife Agnes

and their son Antony who was attending boarding school there.

As part of the trip, William went to Lisbon with the intention of

picking up his new elevator, but, while he was there, he caught

pneumonia and died at the age of 56.

Agnes was said to be so heartbroken that she never returned to Malaya,

she sold the estate and Kelly's Castle was never completed

and it didn't take long for the jungle to take hold once again.

In 2000 the Malaysian Government restored

the dilapidated old estate with

the hopes that it would draw in tourists and it does.

But one of it's main draws appears to be

the many ghost stories that surround this place.

Many visitors claim to feel a strange presence here.

Some say it's the Indian workers that died

because of the Spanish flu.

Others think it's the restless spirit of William Kelly Smith

prowling the floors of his unfinished mansion.

Perhaps he just doesn't want strangers

walking around in his home.

On the waters of San Francisco Bay is

a facility that from great tragedy became the toast of a nation.

So we're on this peninsula jutting out into the bay

with rolling, tree-covered hills, sloping down to the water.

You see these sprawling remains

but it's hard to get

a sense of what their purpose might have been.

And there's this vast red brick building with towers

and crenellations, it's like a castle.

This doesn't feel like somewhere that was actually used

for fortifications.

The sheer enormity of the site suggests that whatever happened

took place on a super-sized scale.

There are these vast rooms with rows

and rows of columns stretching out into the distance.

Other areas are clearly being used for storage,

there's old cars and furniture and boxes on shelves.

Just when you think that this was a civilian facility,

you start to see military rations and stretchers.

This was the brainchild of a man who wanted

to revolutionise an industry at

a time when San Francisco was reduced to smoking rubble.

It was a massive investment, a technical feat really.

But all of his efforts would be undone by

a radical national reform.

Overnight he goes from entrepreneur to criminal.

Frances Dinkelspiel is an author

and journalist who has written extensively about

the industry that made all this possible.

I first came to this place around 2010,

I was working on a story for the New York Times.

There was a controversy about the space

and how it would be used

and I was absolutely flabbergasted when I arrived.

It looked like an old mediaeval castle with turrets and towers.

This majestic structure has less to do with royalty

and more to do with a national indulgence.

In the 1890s the Californian wine industry was a mess.

Prices had been driven so low that

wine makers and growers

were barely breaking even.

People, sort of, thought of Californian wines as cheap,

not that reliable, kind of, tasted funky at times.

One man began a movement to transform California's dwindling wine industry

and its reputation.

It was led by a rather unlikely figure,

an accountant from England,

who didn't seem to know anything

about wine.

His name was Percy Morgan.

What he lacked in wine knowledge,

he made up for in business smarts.

At the time San Francisco was the beating heart of

the industry due to its cool climate.

Grapes from across the state were crushed and sent to wine houses

in the city where they would be stored in large barrels to age...

..and these facilities were all in fierce competition.

Percy Morgan came up with an idea to create sort of

a mega corporation

and so in 1894 he brought together seven wine houses in San Francisco

and they created the California Wine Association.

Also known as the CWA, they now had almost total control

of the state's industry...

..but an epic disaster threatened to derail their progress.

The 18th of April 1906, a massive 7.9 magnitude earthquake

hit San Francisco.

While the quake lasted less than a minute,

it ignited several fires across the city which burned for three days.

More than 3,000 people died and 80% of the city is destroyed.

Among the rubble were

a number of vital buildings owned by the California Wine Association.

Out of nearly 30,

only three of the city's commercial wine establishments survive.

Around ten million gallons of their wine was said

to have been destroyed in

the earthquake and the fires that followed.

It looks as if the state's wine industry has been destroyed

beyond all repair but out of the ashes of this tragedy,

Percy Morgan sees another opportunity.

Percy Morgan said, "I'm not rebuilding all these plants.

"I want to create one master wine-making facility."

He believed that if the CWA could rebuild in one big complex

it would be more efficient and they could dominate the industry.

And so the CWA purchased 46 acres at Point Molarte,

across the bay in San Francisco,

to construct Winehaven.

Built in 1907, one year after the quake,

Winehaven was operating as a one-stop shop for wine production.

So in harvest season, in September and October,

tonnes and tonnes of grapes would be brought to Winehaven,

they'd come from river boats down from Napa,

they'd come from rail lines from the San Joaquin Valley

and then they'd be loaded up on the internal rail system at Winehaven

and brought here to the main wine-making facility.

Once crushed, they'd be put into barrels to ferment

in the central building.

You would see enormous barrels lining the walls,

there were so many redwood casks that people said

there were four miles of passageways going between those redwood casks.

It could store ten million gallons of wine.

You can't help but be impressed at this building.

It cost about $6 million to construct.

It's full of steel and concrete.

This was a building that was constructed to last a long time.

By 1908 Winehaven is fully operational

and that year alone they produced 675,000 gallons of wine.

It was the largest winery in the world.

The scale was just tremendous.

Its enormous size was complimented by its location,

strategically chosen for maximum impact.

Morgan had been really smart in where he chose to build Winehaven.

When the Panama Canal opened, in 1914,

the shipping lanes led right past Winehaven

and, suddenly, almost the entire world is within reach of the CWA.

Winehaven was really a city state.

Not only were, you know, grapes brought here, crushed here,

stored here,

Winehaven made its own casks

importing wood from Louisiana, for example.

It had its own bottling plant.

It had every sort of thing that was needed.

A workforce of skilled labourers from Italy, and beyond,

grew to 400 people during the harvest.

The company ensured everything was provided for staff

including housing, a post office and a school.

But there was a wave of change coming,

one that would transform the United States

and threaten Winehaven's very existence.

At the stroke of midnight on the 17th of January 1920,

the country went dry when

prohibition was enforced across the nation.

This is the death knell for Winehaven.

The workers at Winehaven held a last lunch,

probably here, on the loading dock.

They had been here for, for more than a decade,

producing some of the greatest wine in the world

and, all of a sudden, in the United States, wine was mostly prohibited.

That was the end of production of wine in Winehaven.

Percy Morgan, the man who did everything to make

the California Wine Association successful,

was inconsolable.

I can only imagine how devastating this was for Percy Morgan.

Here he was, an upstanding citizen,

one of the most respected business people in California

and, all of a sudden, a law declares that he was morally corrupt.

On the morning of April 16th 1920, still in his pyjamas,

Morgan walked into the library of his home

and shot himself.

After Winehaven was shut down,

its warehouses were still full of wine that they hadn't been able

to sell.

And so stories are that they dumped

a lot of this wine right here into the bay

and that days afterwards it was really easy to catch fish

who were so drunken from the wine that they just, sort of, laid there.

The California Wine Association sells off its assets

to avoid bankruptcy

and this giant facility is mothballed.

Despite prohibition ending in 1933 it was only when

the nation was at war that

the building was utilised once more.

After the shock Japanese attack at Pearl Harbour,

the United States was drawn into World War Two

and Winehaven was given a new lease on life.

The US Navy bought the property

and they turned it into

a fuel storage facility for the Pacific fleet.

When the war ended, the Navy continued to operate the site,

adapting the cellars to face a new national threat at

the height of the Cold War.

In the bowels of this property,

the Navy set up a bomb shelter,

the remnants of which you can still see today.

They have drinking water, they have cots, they have commodes,

they have all the things you might need if you had

to hide out from radiation for an extended period of time.

Finally in 1995 the site was decommissioned.

After the Navy withdrew from Winehaven

it became the property of the city of Richmond.

There have been various proposals of things to do with the site.

Er, at one point, there was an idea of turning it into

a casino complex but nothing ever really panned out.

And now the question remains, will Winehaven ever return to its roots?

In the last five to ten years there was a wine maker

who was making wine at Winehaven, which was really exciting,

but nowadays it's mostly used as a storage facility.

But if you look closely,

you can see that some

of these massive warehouses are

being used to store wine once again.

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