A Biscuits.
Sshhhh... and I were really looking forward to losing ourselves in the middle of nowhere to see this place and the middle of no where it was. Great thanks to AnthonyHolmes for the trail to follow.
We set of in my car which has hardly any clutch bite left, rendering the performance to that of a milk float, and going uphill made for pretty hair raising times. Throwing caution and clutches to the wind in light of the severe weather warnings our visit began as we went to...
sacred-cottage by Key Powt, on Flickr
After parking away a tad, we soon found ourselves in the UK's version of hill billy land, this was first noted when one of them had some rusty apparatus in the road. I was going to do a U-turn anyway, it seems though he wasn't about to move it anyhow.
Soon we are walking past some curious abodes and dogs running out to greet us, we pressed on with heads up, putting the attention of the locals behind us.
Then into the cavernesque cave that is the kitchen, so much to see and detail, if a little ramshackle
kitchen by Key Powt, on Flickr
Out of the kitchen and into this pretty ace room , it appears to be some kind of former art studio, it contained quite a lot differing articles, varnishes, gold leaf, books on religion and amongst other things crossbow arrows.
artroom by Key Powt, on Flickr
nearer to the window many items are covered in a rusty, orange dust of sorts.
artroom-close by Key Powt, on Flickr
moving back into the hallway away from this and the kitchen
kitchenlook-final by Key Powt, on Flickr
and to this quite different room in that its much more damp and decayed but like the rest of the house no chavvery a rare and delightful thing. Places that rot and age thru sheer time and weather elements are our favourite places.
yellowback by Key Powt, on Flickr
On the table an old press record and play tape recorder , I remember swapping one of them in the 80's for a Raleigh Grifter..good times and good swap I thought.
pressplay by Key Powt, on Flickr
Tucked away on a shelf on the other side a swathe of tin whistles. Who we wonder, used to live here , an artist, a musician , a teacher or maybe that Brendon fella from 'coachtrip'
flute by Key Powt, on Flickr
knock knock ....oh no.... oh it's ok, it's only me too...as well as.
knock-knock by Key Powt, on Flickr
its only quite a small place not much more than 2 up 2 down or maybe 3 up 3 down...
land by Key Powt, on Flickr
The bathroom arrangements have long gone south and offer only the most basic of amenities in which to enjoy one's ablutions
bathroom by Key Powt, on Flickr
I have to stay this is one of the most stark and bleak bedrooms ever, the ceiling plaster and accompanying debris have almost rendered a corpse like decomposing blemish upon the bed. The air is thick with dampness and I get right in the corner to take this display of decay , the greenery growing from the wet fuelled walls is upon me.
sleep-over by Key Powt, on Flickr
Probably the most interesting room upstairs, is this other bedroom. Judging by the failing ceiling from the downstairs, yellow walled, tape recorder room. It would suggest to enter and have a closer look , would most certainly result in a foolhardy fall through of the most disastrous proportion.
beddy-byes-final by Key Powt, on Flickr
One last look in the random , Ian Fleming referenced art room and we make our way on and out.
cardsin by Key Powt, on Flickr
Bonus 360 pano shots action here...its like your standing there ffs! move the thing that moves your pointer to look around and be aghast.
http://fieldofview.com/flickr/?page=photos/93647196@N07/11966624684&tags=sacred36
Thanks for looking around with us and remember all the world's a stage. Cheers
Sshhhh... and I were really looking forward to losing ourselves in the middle of nowhere to see this place and the middle of no where it was. Great thanks to AnthonyHolmes for the trail to follow.
We set of in my car which has hardly any clutch bite left, rendering the performance to that of a milk float, and going uphill made for pretty hair raising times. Throwing caution and clutches to the wind in light of the severe weather warnings our visit began as we went to...
sacred-cottage by Key Powt, on Flickr
After parking away a tad, we soon found ourselves in the UK's version of hill billy land, this was first noted when one of them had some rusty apparatus in the road. I was going to do a U-turn anyway, it seems though he wasn't about to move it anyhow.
Soon we are walking past some curious abodes and dogs running out to greet us, we pressed on with heads up, putting the attention of the locals behind us.
Then into the cavernesque cave that is the kitchen, so much to see and detail, if a little ramshackle
kitchen by Key Powt, on Flickr
Out of the kitchen and into this pretty ace room , it appears to be some kind of former art studio, it contained quite a lot differing articles, varnishes, gold leaf, books on religion and amongst other things crossbow arrows.
artroom by Key Powt, on Flickr
nearer to the window many items are covered in a rusty, orange dust of sorts.
artroom-close by Key Powt, on Flickr
moving back into the hallway away from this and the kitchen
kitchenlook-final by Key Powt, on Flickr
and to this quite different room in that its much more damp and decayed but like the rest of the house no chavvery a rare and delightful thing. Places that rot and age thru sheer time and weather elements are our favourite places.
yellowback by Key Powt, on Flickr
On the table an old press record and play tape recorder , I remember swapping one of them in the 80's for a Raleigh Grifter..good times and good swap I thought.
pressplay by Key Powt, on Flickr
Tucked away on a shelf on the other side a swathe of tin whistles. Who we wonder, used to live here , an artist, a musician , a teacher or maybe that Brendon fella from 'coachtrip'
flute by Key Powt, on Flickr
knock knock ....oh no.... oh it's ok, it's only me too...as well as.
knock-knock by Key Powt, on Flickr
its only quite a small place not much more than 2 up 2 down or maybe 3 up 3 down...
land by Key Powt, on Flickr
The bathroom arrangements have long gone south and offer only the most basic of amenities in which to enjoy one's ablutions
bathroom by Key Powt, on Flickr
I have to stay this is one of the most stark and bleak bedrooms ever, the ceiling plaster and accompanying debris have almost rendered a corpse like decomposing blemish upon the bed. The air is thick with dampness and I get right in the corner to take this display of decay , the greenery growing from the wet fuelled walls is upon me.
sleep-over by Key Powt, on Flickr
Probably the most interesting room upstairs, is this other bedroom. Judging by the failing ceiling from the downstairs, yellow walled, tape recorder room. It would suggest to enter and have a closer look , would most certainly result in a foolhardy fall through of the most disastrous proportion.
beddy-byes-final by Key Powt, on Flickr
One last look in the random , Ian Fleming referenced art room and we make our way on and out.
cardsin by Key Powt, on Flickr
Bonus 360 pano shots action here...its like your standing there ffs! move the thing that moves your pointer to look around and be aghast.
http://fieldofview.com/flickr/?page=photos/93647196@N07/11966624684&tags=sacred36
Thanks for looking around with us and remember all the world's a stage. Cheers
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