Huntingdon Drug Rehabilitation Centre.
I don’t have too much information on this place I’m afraid. Guessing from all of the artifacts found inside, it’s been closed for about 4 years. It appears it was mainly used as a substance abuse centre, but also as a general clinic for the surrounding population.
It’s boarded up pretty tight, and is overlooked by the fiercest security know to urbexer kind - old peoples accommodation.
We decided to fake a visit to an adjacent cemetery to throw them off.
Old couple in cemetery: “Morning”
Me: “No, urbexing”
I apologise in advance how much I’ve used the flash, we simply didn’t have time to light paint everywhere, and it was pitch black in most areas as it’s fully boarded up!
Kitchen:
There has been a small fire but the ash dust has travelled quite a distance round the building, coating everything in a fine black layer. Otherwise there is very little damage, tiny bit of graf, but nothing is vandalised.
Noticeboard:
The desks were untouched. Paperclips were still in their pot, the phone was on the hook, and comp slips are still ready to be used:
Fleet car notice board:
Box of soap!
I loved this meeting room! All of the chairs are exactly where they were at the last meeting. Pans sit on the side…but the roof has caved in, apart from that, the room is mint
In the corner sit’s a piano! I managed to bash out an awful rendition of “Happy Birthday”
There was an eerie silence walking through the pitch black corridors, apart from the faint smell from the fire, it almost still felt in use:
It’s a big old place…
The staff notice board is exactly as it was the day they walked out. Everything from health leaflets, to personal details hung exactly where they were left.
A poster for their May ball, ironically headlined by a band called ‘Cardiac Arrest’
With nothing left to see we slunk out through our access, unnoticed and disappeared.
I don’t have too much information on this place I’m afraid. Guessing from all of the artifacts found inside, it’s been closed for about 4 years. It appears it was mainly used as a substance abuse centre, but also as a general clinic for the surrounding population.
It’s boarded up pretty tight, and is overlooked by the fiercest security know to urbexer kind - old peoples accommodation.
We decided to fake a visit to an adjacent cemetery to throw them off.
Old couple in cemetery: “Morning”
Me: “No, urbexing”
I apologise in advance how much I’ve used the flash, we simply didn’t have time to light paint everywhere, and it was pitch black in most areas as it’s fully boarded up!
Kitchen:
There has been a small fire but the ash dust has travelled quite a distance round the building, coating everything in a fine black layer. Otherwise there is very little damage, tiny bit of graf, but nothing is vandalised.
Noticeboard:
The desks were untouched. Paperclips were still in their pot, the phone was on the hook, and comp slips are still ready to be used:
Fleet car notice board:
Box of soap!
I loved this meeting room! All of the chairs are exactly where they were at the last meeting. Pans sit on the side…but the roof has caved in, apart from that, the room is mint
In the corner sit’s a piano! I managed to bash out an awful rendition of “Happy Birthday”
There was an eerie silence walking through the pitch black corridors, apart from the faint smell from the fire, it almost still felt in use:
It’s a big old place…
The staff notice board is exactly as it was the day they walked out. Everything from health leaflets, to personal details hung exactly where they were left.
A poster for their May ball, ironically headlined by a band called ‘Cardiac Arrest’
With nothing left to see we slunk out through our access, unnoticed and disappeared.
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