Hot on our trail!!
Hello again fellow explorers and those interested in the decay of the once used and seemingly left to languish.
Quite possibly one of the more bizarre and unpredictable of recent explores. Our man in Wales and fellow cohort Antonymes made us aware of a throbbing pin on our map of places of interest'. So off we went to investigate and thereby so taken and intrigued with this place I made a further 2 visits after this.
I bring to you another tale of abandonment and strangeness with a thoroughly nasty surprise, in the form of...
We had no idea what was in store inside here, but all the hallmarks of something good were there, raggedy filthy curtains behind mostly intact windows and the faintest hint of objects albeit gloomy and dusty therein.
One of the first rooms we saw , featured rather curiously lots of skulls and bones of various farm yardery origin. A set of scales and a hook, perhaps then this belonged to a petting zoo or not.
It soon became apparent that the boundaries of what should remain outside rather than in were quite blurred, alongside the residential day to day practicals, lay copious amounts of rubbish, all mixed together in the most haphazard and ill-logical manner. Very much a hoarders house to the nth degree. A delightful addition to the already out of ordinariness, were a multitude of feathered residents that flitted and flew about and in some instances nested atop some of the higher furniture.
There's actually a kitchen in this somewhere, perhaps disguised as a tip.
Souls may have been cleansed but this didn't transcend to the habitat , well not in the present at least.
Clutter and mess, empty tin cans next to a dress. Wagon wheels of biscuit and wagon wheels of wagons , everything around is vying for attention. Even the microwave had partially cooked food retention. ( ok relax, the entire narrative isn't going to be like that
)
Not sure about you guys but sometimes when you see an old picture , it can be quite mesmerising for reasons totally unknown, as was the case of this rather jovial looking man.
I look back again at this grand and epic mess of the most huge proportion, can you imagine the sheer headache of sorting that out...
Before we go upstairs we go past the old lady...
and into the front room, I am very surprised to see another FOX!! of the same style and pose as the one in 'Sly Fox' , sadly I hear that one has long gone , either by hook or crook anyhow this one is in much better condition and isn't suffering from any mould.
On the settee is a box and there in all that is left of the lady that once lived here, including what looked like her will, I leave that folded up...
Near the TV of yesteryear, an old camera , a Codak , not a Nicon or a Kanon to be seen...
and there he is Grrrrrrrrrrrr...
Ok, underneath the coloured in BW picture of bizarreness , its time to go upstairs...
Even upstairs there's no let up with bin fodder and general detritus, as bedroom one reveals a more conservative pile of junk alongside more regular householdery content . Also negotiating the stairs presented an assault course of debris.
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The way into the attic was barred with large bags of ever waiting to be re-cycled tin cans. Here some bottles can be seen , sometimes these can be used to ascertain the era the house was used or at least a clue to earlier residences in a very rough way. For example the bottles in "Fur House" are just on the turn of the century , in "Dairy Keepers" there was 'briefly' seen a blue poison bottle indicating 1800's and here these are more 1930's. I could be very wrong about all this, am sure someone will poo poo this theory but by then I will probably be roaming around another old house, beyond care and toilet paper.
With no let up in mess, bedroom 2 offers a mass of detail and textures , made up in the form of cobwebs, old things, more rubbish ...
...shoes, cheap jewellery , a box of garden medicine and a potty
Now we reach the last room and our ghastly surprise ending is almost upon us.
An all together more interesting room , the whole house is really, I have in mind to come again to see more under the blanket of discardments. This dresser near the window has many a trinket and questionable character of yestertimes.
The horror is in view now but not apparent. I take this shot and then think of retaking it as I don't like the red box as its obscuring the dresser and window end of the room a little more than I'd like.
Sshhhh... who is with me on this 3rd visit now, tells me she put it there as it was in the way. I pick it up and there is weight to it. I place my thumbs in the recesses in the corner and with a slight 'pop' and a 'hiss' of air I open the Tupperware like seal and see inside. Initially I am excited and think "oh wow, a stuffed cat.. I wonder if its to go in some kind of never been built scene like the one MR Fox enjoys in his glass encased enclosure...." but NO!! as I inhale it hits me . The most vilest stench of the like I have never encountered or would ever wish to again . Marinating in it's own rotting juice this dead unknown creature gasses the place out in moments, by now the whole upper floor is enveloped in a ghastly air of nast. Cursing and spitting I put the box down and stamp the lid back on. What is this devilry ? What was once a place I regarded as one of the most interesting and returnable explores of recent times became one of instant revulsion and dis-taste. Sshhh... immediately wanted to leave as did I, whereas curiously our driver of the weekend and fellow explorer 'Easy Tigger' just seemed mildly non-plussed. I quickly set the exposure and pre-focused my camera for the last and most ghastly of shots. Non other than a boxed gremlin or whatever , many have guessed as to what it is , but the rather long back legs are the most baffling and monkeys don't have whiskers....do they ? Any way fill in your own blanks and expletives if you care to gaze at the .........eeeewwwwwnesssss!!!!!! below..
Thanks for looking it was mostly ... help
Hello again fellow explorers and those interested in the decay of the once used and seemingly left to languish.
Quite possibly one of the more bizarre and unpredictable of recent explores. Our man in Wales and fellow cohort Antonymes made us aware of a throbbing pin on our map of places of interest'. So off we went to investigate and thereby so taken and intrigued with this place I made a further 2 visits after this.
I bring to you another tale of abandonment and strangeness with a thoroughly nasty surprise, in the form of...
We had no idea what was in store inside here, but all the hallmarks of something good were there, raggedy filthy curtains behind mostly intact windows and the faintest hint of objects albeit gloomy and dusty therein.
One of the first rooms we saw , featured rather curiously lots of skulls and bones of various farm yardery origin. A set of scales and a hook, perhaps then this belonged to a petting zoo or not.
It soon became apparent that the boundaries of what should remain outside rather than in were quite blurred, alongside the residential day to day practicals, lay copious amounts of rubbish, all mixed together in the most haphazard and ill-logical manner. Very much a hoarders house to the nth degree. A delightful addition to the already out of ordinariness, were a multitude of feathered residents that flitted and flew about and in some instances nested atop some of the higher furniture.
There's actually a kitchen in this somewhere, perhaps disguised as a tip.
Souls may have been cleansed but this didn't transcend to the habitat , well not in the present at least.
Clutter and mess, empty tin cans next to a dress. Wagon wheels of biscuit and wagon wheels of wagons , everything around is vying for attention. Even the microwave had partially cooked food retention. ( ok relax, the entire narrative isn't going to be like that
)
Not sure about you guys but sometimes when you see an old picture , it can be quite mesmerising for reasons totally unknown, as was the case of this rather jovial looking man.
I look back again at this grand and epic mess of the most huge proportion, can you imagine the sheer headache of sorting that out...
Before we go upstairs we go past the old lady...
and into the front room, I am very surprised to see another FOX!! of the same style and pose as the one in 'Sly Fox' , sadly I hear that one has long gone , either by hook or crook
anyhow this one is in much better condition and isn't suffering from any mould.
On the settee is a box and there in all that is left of the lady that once lived here, including what looked like her will, I leave that folded up...
Near the TV of yesteryear, an old camera , a Codak , not a Nicon or a Kanon to be seen...
and there he is Grrrrrrrrrrrr...
Ok, underneath the coloured in BW picture of bizarreness , its time to go upstairs...
Even upstairs there's no let up with bin fodder and general detritus, as bedroom one reveals a more conservative pile of junk alongside more regular householdery content . Also negotiating the stairs presented an assault course of debris.
The way into the attic was barred with large bags of ever waiting to be re-cycled tin cans. Here some bottles can be seen , sometimes these can be used to ascertain the era the house was used or at least a clue to earlier residences in a very rough way. For example the bottles in "Fur House" are just on the turn of the century , in "Dairy Keepers" there was 'briefly' seen a blue poison bottle indicating 1800's and here these are more 1930's. I could be very wrong about all this, am sure someone will poo poo this theory but by then I will probably be roaming around another old house, beyond care and toilet paper.
With no let up in mess, bedroom 2 offers a mass of detail and textures , made up in the form of cobwebs, old things, more rubbish ...
...shoes, cheap jewellery , a box of garden medicine and a potty
Now we reach the last room and our ghastly surprise ending is almost upon us.
An all together more interesting room , the whole house is really, I have in mind to come again to see more under the blanket of discardments. This dresser near the window has many a trinket and questionable character of yestertimes.
The horror is in view now but not apparent. I take this shot and then think of retaking it as I don't like the red box as its obscuring the dresser and window end of the room a little more than I'd like.
Sshhhh... who is with me on this 3rd visit now, tells me she put it there as it was in the way. I pick it up and there is weight to it. I place my thumbs in the recesses in the corner and with a slight 'pop' and a 'hiss' of air I open the Tupperware like seal and see inside. Initially I am excited and think "oh wow, a stuffed cat.. I wonder if its to go in some kind of never been built scene like the one MR Fox enjoys in his glass encased enclosure...." but NO!! as I inhale it hits me . The most vilest stench of the like I have never encountered or would ever wish to again . Marinating in it's own rotting juice this dead unknown creature gasses the place out in moments, by now the whole upper floor is enveloped in a ghastly air of nast. Cursing and spitting I put the box down and stamp the lid back on. What is this devilry ? What was once a place I regarded as one of the most interesting and returnable explores of recent times became one of instant revulsion and dis-taste. Sshhh... immediately wanted to leave as did I, whereas curiously our driver of the weekend and fellow explorer 'Easy Tigger' just seemed mildly non-plussed. I quickly set the exposure and pre-focused my camera for the last and most ghastly of shots. Non other than a boxed gremlin or whatever , many have guessed as to what it is , but the rather long back legs are the most baffling and monkeys don't have whiskers....do they ? Any way fill in your own blanks and expletives if you care to gaze at the .........eeeewwwwwnesssss!!!!!! below..
Thanks for looking it was mostly ... help
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