Hello peoples
This wonderful place has been on my to do list for far too long and I was beginning to think that I would never get around to visiting them decaying corridors. My first visit turned out to be one very long recce! I wondered around the site taking some external pics and just marveling at the sheer size and scale of the place. The autumn leaves were turning the clusters of Beeches golden yellows and browns and no matter how quietly I tried to be the masses of deep dried leaves seemed to echo with every crunch as I stepped through them. At one point I thought a demo team were in removing the lead from the roofs as I heard power tools and voices from above. A couple of hours later I found myself almost dancing around a huge oak tree as security were on one side and I gradually moved around the tree keeping in pace with them....this must have looked extremely funny to the half a dozen guys on the roof as they said they could see me and wondered what the hell I was doing... until they saw sec and laid flat! So I realized these guys were nicking the lead, well the damage is done now so what more could I do but ask them how they got in, by now i had been there nearly 3 hours and light was fading fast. They explained away in so I had a look and thought I’d come back tomorrow as it would be dark in a matter of minutes.
So I went back to Blackpool and after explaining the day to my dad, you can imagine my surprise when he said that he’d like to come along next time (well he did the same on one of my trips to West Park a few years ago...he used to be a chippy and worked in a lot of old buildings so appreciates the old Victorian designs). He must be the oldest explorer Whit’s had....he did well for a 75 yr old with all the climbing and the very near misses with sec!!
This time we managed to find a way in that was easier than the guys had suggested, not getting lost inside was the main thing as we had to find our way back out the way we got in. We only covered a tiny fraction of the place so there’s lots left for another day, I hope!!!
Everyone knows the history...so I just nicked this little piece from wiki incase you forgotton
Whittingham was a psychiatric hospital in the parish of Whittingham, near Preston, Lancashire.
The hospital was founded in 1869 and grew to be the largest mental hospital in Britain, and pioneered the use of electroencephalograms (EEGs). During its time it had its own church, farms, railway, telephone exchange, post office, reservoirs, gas works, brewery, orchestra, brass band, ballroom and butchers. It closed in 1995.
This area is palisade off separately to the main asylum, all of the roofs have had their slates removed which looks more off a professional job compared to the main asylum which has parts just ripped off.
The church luckily survives in perfect condition, I hope it stays that way so it can one day have another use.
The concrete water tower
That chair
Miles of cabling run through the corridors
I love the windowed arches linking the wards together
The floors are pretty dangerous in places, some of them look intact but are simply lino or carpet stretched over the beams....still a bit of a drop when your on the ground floor but not worth thinking about if you have ventured onto the second floor!
One of the patients rooms with the floor fallen through.
I hope the hall survives for much longer as by the looks of it there has been several arson attempts, the floor boards have large holes burnt in them and the place still smells of smoke
I love finding things left behind such as this old suitcase, maybe a prop in a play or left behind by one of the patients?
The last of the Christmas decorations
The old projection room...i think souvenir hunters have taken the rest of the film cans as only these ones seemed to be lying about now.
Cut outs for the projector
Behind the scenes
One of the many corridors, not many left intact with the slates still on.
A lot of the corridors are like this...
Old laundry trolley frame
Amazing a little bit of its character still survives in such derelict conditions
Holes in the floor it looks like where someone has walked!
Looks like a long drop!
Looking out from the second floor
A few external pics
I think the old cast iron staircases really help create an atmosphere of dereliction, especially with the small trees caged inside.
I was starting to lose light so headed back...the pinkish tinged sky and the tree growing from the chimney are a nice touch
There are some lovely mature Beech, Oaks and Pines surrounding the asylum, which will also sadly be lost when the time comes
nite nite Whittingham....i hope i get another chance to visit again as it really was too short
Thanks for lookin folks
I hope you enjoyed lookin as much as i did explorin
This wonderful place has been on my to do list for far too long and I was beginning to think that I would never get around to visiting them decaying corridors. My first visit turned out to be one very long recce! I wondered around the site taking some external pics and just marveling at the sheer size and scale of the place. The autumn leaves were turning the clusters of Beeches golden yellows and browns and no matter how quietly I tried to be the masses of deep dried leaves seemed to echo with every crunch as I stepped through them. At one point I thought a demo team were in removing the lead from the roofs as I heard power tools and voices from above. A couple of hours later I found myself almost dancing around a huge oak tree as security were on one side and I gradually moved around the tree keeping in pace with them....this must have looked extremely funny to the half a dozen guys on the roof as they said they could see me and wondered what the hell I was doing... until they saw sec and laid flat! So I realized these guys were nicking the lead, well the damage is done now
so what more could I do but ask them how they got in, by now i had been there nearly 3 hours and light was fading fast. They explained away in so I had a look and thought I’d come back tomorrow as it would be dark in a matter of minutes. So I went back to Blackpool and after explaining the day to my dad, you can imagine my surprise when he said that he’d like to come along next time (well he did the same on one of my trips to West Park a few years ago...he used to be a chippy and worked in a lot of old buildings so appreciates the old Victorian designs). He must be the oldest explorer Whit’s had....he did well for a 75 yr old with all the climbing and the very near misses with sec!!
This time we managed to find a way in that was easier than the guys had suggested, not getting lost inside was the main thing as we had to find our way back out the way we got in. We only covered a tiny fraction of the place so there’s lots left for another day, I hope!!!Everyone knows the history...so I just nicked this little piece from wiki incase you forgotton
Whittingham was a psychiatric hospital in the parish of Whittingham, near Preston, Lancashire.
The hospital was founded in 1869 and grew to be the largest mental hospital in Britain, and pioneered the use of electroencephalograms (EEGs). During its time it had its own church, farms, railway, telephone exchange, post office, reservoirs, gas works, brewery, orchestra, brass band, ballroom and butchers. It closed in 1995.
This area is palisade off separately to the main asylum, all of the roofs have had their slates removed which looks more off a professional job compared to the main asylum which has parts just ripped off.
The church luckily survives in perfect condition, I hope it stays that way so it can one day have another use.
The concrete water tower
That chair
Miles of cabling run through the corridors
I love the windowed arches linking the wards together
The floors are pretty dangerous in places, some of them look intact but are simply lino or carpet stretched over the beams....still a bit of a drop when your on the ground floor but not worth thinking about if you have ventured onto the second floor!
One of the patients rooms with the floor fallen through.
I hope the hall survives for much longer as by the looks of it there has been several arson attempts, the floor boards have large holes burnt in them and the place still smells of smoke
I love finding things left behind such as this old suitcase, maybe a prop in a play or left behind by one of the patients?
The last of the Christmas decorations
The old projection room...i think souvenir hunters have taken the rest of the film cans as only these ones seemed to be lying about now.
Cut outs for the projector
Behind the scenes
One of the many corridors, not many left intact with the slates still on.
A lot of the corridors are like this...
Old laundry trolley frame
Amazing a little bit of its character still survives in such derelict conditions
Holes in the floor it looks like where someone has walked!
Looks like a long drop!
Looking out from the second floor
A few external pics
I think the old cast iron staircases really help create an atmosphere of dereliction, especially with the small trees caged inside.
I was starting to lose light so headed back...the pinkish tinged sky and the tree growing from the chimney are a nice touch
There are some lovely mature Beech, Oaks and Pines surrounding the asylum, which will also sadly be lost when the time comes
nite nite Whittingham....i hope i get another chance to visit again as it really was too short
Thanks for lookin folks
I hope you enjoyed lookin as much as i did explorin
