The following description comes from somebody who appears to have spent some time in this straggling village: "Who could live in a place like this, where the last bus would run at 9.00 at night and you'd end up walking home across the fields in darkness. A curious place, inhabited on one side of the road by scrap yards guarded by chained dogs."
After the family who had farmed here was forced out of business, the farmhouse, the buildings and the adjoining land became part of a scrap yard that, according to local knowledge, enjoyed a thriving business in the 1970s. With the introduction of tougher regulations, however, car breakers found survival increasingly difficult, and after a long struggle the business closed, along with many others.
What remains on the land to this day are the many cars, tractors, horse boxes, buses and trucks, not to mention the plethora of car parts, switches and wires that they contained, and, of course, the tyres they arrived on. The vehicles can be found parked in shady groves, sprouting brambles and nettles. Many more have been arranged in rows along field boundaries, forming effective barriers where stock fences have long since started to rot, between pastures where cattle still graze. Officially, land and premises are being used 'for storage'.
Guard dogs no longer reside here but the nettles are doing quite an effective job, and there is no shortage of fierce warning signs. This one made me smile.
See also Part 1:
[ame]http://www.derelictplaces.co.uk/main/showthread.php?p=190548#post190548[/ame]
After the family who had farmed here was forced out of business, the farmhouse, the buildings and the adjoining land became part of a scrap yard that, according to local knowledge, enjoyed a thriving business in the 1970s. With the introduction of tougher regulations, however, car breakers found survival increasingly difficult, and after a long struggle the business closed, along with many others.
What remains on the land to this day are the many cars, tractors, horse boxes, buses and trucks, not to mention the plethora of car parts, switches and wires that they contained, and, of course, the tyres they arrived on. The vehicles can be found parked in shady groves, sprouting brambles and nettles. Many more have been arranged in rows along field boundaries, forming effective barriers where stock fences have long since started to rot, between pastures where cattle still graze. Officially, land and premises are being used 'for storage'.
Guard dogs no longer reside here but the nettles are doing quite an effective job, and there is no shortage of fierce warning signs. This one made me smile.
See also Part 1:
[ame]http://www.derelictplaces.co.uk/main/showthread.php?p=190548#post190548[/ame]
