A fresh explore in surrey is an unusual beast. There are a few places that are 5 minutes away from demolition.
There are places that are so valuable that security companies rub their hands together with the thought of profiting from paranoid owners, usually the money is in the land not the building. This one like few others has been left to rot. The owners have gone to a different place and left a lifetime of history laying around ready to be unraveled by those who care.
The machines here are for printing, sewing and talking over the airwaves to distant shores. I can't help thinking as I sit here tapping this out on a computer keyboard how nice progress has been to us all. In a moment we can talk to the rest of the world, a simple click of the mouse we can compose and print whatever paperwork we need. The sewing part is now serviced by globalism with goods being transported throughout the world reducing the need for our mothers to have skilled fingers. (I learnt some sewing skills at school, bet they don't do that now))
Brickworks has named this The Machinist's House and was kind enough to give me the nod as to its location.
Unchaved and the very local metal fairy's have yet to get involved. Long may it remain like this so I'm careful not to reveal it's location. Live electric and nosey neighbours were dodged carefully during the unseasonal october thunderstorms.
Naming the place was a stroke of genius.
Extra extra get your papers here. by stu8fish, on Flickr
Bottom rhs is a 20m end fed dipole (according to the construction leaflet)
Aerial. by stu8fish, on Flickr
There was no Breakfast bar in this kitchen.
All mod cons. by stu8fish, on Flickr
Not in the fridge, just pop down the shops on this.
1970s ped. by stu8fish, on Flickr
Funky moped by stu8fish, on Flickr
Moriarty the mortal enemy.
Moriarty. by stu8fish, on Flickr
Box
Box o bitz by stu8fish, on Flickr
Modernism
Ful-Vue by stu8fish, on Flickr
Machines
Printer. by stu8fish, on Flickr
Adana. by stu8fish, on Flickr
Adana. by stu8fish, on Flickr
Comic san's anyone.
Fonts by stu8fish, on Flickr
Friday soon, i shall be.......
Lightly oiled. by stu8fish, on Flickr
The usual shelfie
Shelf. by stu8fish, on Flickr
Now for a bit of sewing machine porn.
a song, sing out loud, sing out strong. by stu8fish, on Flickr
Machine. by stu8fish, on Flickr
Foot by stu8fish, on Flickr
Singer. by stu8fish, on Flickr
Beads by stu8fish, on Flickr
As usual in a derelict the floor needed a clean.
Treadle by stu8fish, on Flickr
The lady of the house was good at book keeping and liked to pass the skills on.
Result. by stu8fish, on Flickr
In the era of graft and penny pinching fun was always available.
Lexicon. by stu8fish, on Flickr
Posing for a passport photo was a new experience.
Hair style 1. by stu8fish, on Flickr
The real story here is the people not what they left behind, sadly it seems there is no family there for the history to be recounted.
Have a great day and thanks for looking.
There are places that are so valuable that security companies rub their hands together with the thought of profiting from paranoid owners, usually the money is in the land not the building. This one like few others has been left to rot. The owners have gone to a different place and left a lifetime of history laying around ready to be unraveled by those who care.
The machines here are for printing, sewing and talking over the airwaves to distant shores. I can't help thinking as I sit here tapping this out on a computer keyboard how nice progress has been to us all. In a moment we can talk to the rest of the world, a simple click of the mouse we can compose and print whatever paperwork we need. The sewing part is now serviced by globalism with goods being transported throughout the world reducing the need for our mothers to have skilled fingers. (I learnt some sewing skills at school, bet they don't do that now))
Brickworks has named this The Machinist's House and was kind enough to give me the nod as to its location.
Unchaved and the very local metal fairy's have yet to get involved. Long may it remain like this so I'm careful not to reveal it's location. Live electric and nosey neighbours were dodged carefully during the unseasonal october thunderstorms.
Naming the place was a stroke of genius.
Extra extra get your papers here. by stu8fish, on Flickr
Bottom rhs is a 20m end fed dipole (according to the construction leaflet)
Aerial. by stu8fish, on Flickr
There was no Breakfast bar in this kitchen.
All mod cons. by stu8fish, on Flickr
Not in the fridge, just pop down the shops on this.
1970s ped. by stu8fish, on Flickr
Funky moped by stu8fish, on Flickr
Moriarty the mortal enemy.
Moriarty. by stu8fish, on Flickr
Box
Box o bitz by stu8fish, on Flickr
Modernism
Ful-Vue by stu8fish, on Flickr
Machines
Printer. by stu8fish, on Flickr
Adana. by stu8fish, on Flickr
Adana. by stu8fish, on Flickr
Comic san's anyone.
Fonts by stu8fish, on Flickr
Friday soon, i shall be.......
Lightly oiled. by stu8fish, on Flickr
The usual shelfie
Shelf. by stu8fish, on Flickr
Now for a bit of sewing machine porn.
a song, sing out loud, sing out strong. by stu8fish, on Flickr
Machine. by stu8fish, on Flickr
Foot by stu8fish, on Flickr
Singer. by stu8fish, on Flickr
Beads by stu8fish, on Flickr
As usual in a derelict the floor needed a clean.
Treadle by stu8fish, on Flickr
The lady of the house was good at book keeping and liked to pass the skills on.
Result. by stu8fish, on Flickr
In the era of graft and penny pinching fun was always available.
Lexicon. by stu8fish, on Flickr
Posing for a passport photo was a new experience.
Hair style 1. by stu8fish, on Flickr
The real story here is the people not what they left behind, sadly it seems there is no family there for the history to be recounted.
Have a great day and thanks for looking.
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