This could be interesting, stacked up fridges blocking the door.

And metal sheeting covering the windows, fortune favours the brave, sometimes these metal sheets are prone to peeling back to reveal an opening....so it was on hands and knees, a tight squeeze, but Bob's your uncle, Fanny's your aunt..............

..............C'mon. Let's mooch. A time capsule, many years abandoned, verging on maybe 20 years, who knows.

Now believe me when I tell you it was pitch black in here, all I had was the shit torch on my phone, for once I had to succumb in most of these shots to using flash, (it was too dark even for the 6(2)) but I can quite honestly say I am more than happy with the results and can see me using flash more often. (For fellow geeks: External Flash: HAHNEL Modus RT360RT, with diffuser bounced at 45°)

The house, consists of a kitchen, bathroom and two family rooms on the ground floor and two bedrooms upstairs

I could find nothing online on the past history of the house other than what I found written by one of the sell out gang on the urbex circuit. I shall just enlighten you on my findings.

It seems from correspondence in the house that it was last lived in by Anne, a widow and her son Simon. If Anne were alive today she would be 93yrs young. Simon, mid 60's probably, if he too walks the earth

Downstairs

Welcome to clutter central, cast your eyes around the main living room, peeling wallpaper, a portable gas fire , no central heating in this place.

An ancient telly when they had tubes, which is one step up from valves, and less prone to horizontal jitters which required a damn hard slap on the TV top to rectify.....seriously! people of a certain age will know!

A ladies gift pack, up until 1999 it was known as Oil of Ulay, always remember mother using this beauty product... she still had a face like dried up prune bless her.

There were quite a few empty bottles of booze scattered around the place, see the large and small bottles of Mateus Rose, I bloody love that. Was always a good way to impress the current squeeze, Friday nights, a country inn, chicken in the basket, scampi if you are that way inclined.

"A pint of your best lager barman, a Babycham for the lady, and please put a bottle of Mateus on ice for when we eat, if you would"

The backseat of my Ford Anglia at the end of the night was my happy place!

To young men of a certain age we all know what we they were firing at Cher.

The small kitchen off the main room, known in former times as a "back kitchen", but the name has stuck. Please Mr G enlighten us as to why it was so called.

Well back in the day the upper classes had a back kitchen off the main kitchen, an area where all the dirty work was done, like peeling potatoes and stuff.

Whereas in the real world of the common man, living in his two up two down terrace house the front door opened into the living room which led to "the back kitchen".

Apparently the tinternet tells me glenfarclas whiskey is a highly praised and sought after single malt.

Looks like Garfield has had too much of the Amontillado sherry

Lets talk bathrooms for a moment

Or maybe just admire the decor

In 2003, Anne sadly required medical assistance suffering trauma to her hip, this could be the reason why we find that one of the family rooms now contains a single bed, and a zimmer frame for getting about. ( a sensible move, the stairs as you will see are not the easiest to navigate even for a sprightly young chap like me)

Though a Pepsi max can seems a little out of place!

Happier times maybe?

Postcards from a loving family and friends

Yeeeeee haaaaw!

Founded in 1667 by Charles Reade, as a free school
“to instruct the children of the parish without charge, to read, write and cast accounts, and further to teach them Latin, Greek and Hebrew, and other languages as occasion should require”.

Fuck me so much time totally wasted teaching kids crap like this, for what reason? so they can become experts and become teachers and educate future generations of kids total crap!

The report from the early 1970's shows Simon at the age of 12 was in the senior school, as a boarder, strange really as he didn't live far away, there must be reasons.

Upstairs

As you can see the stairs could be quite difficult to use, especially after a bottle of Mateus and a slug of whiskey

Heavy decay up here the roof collapsing in on itself

A kings ransom indeed! In todays money just under £190

Fat babies. Sumoooooo!

A life lived

A young mans room, a lover of motor sports.

I can tell you about the Lotus 94 T driven by Nigel Mansell, if you really want? Nah I thought not. Wish I could enlighten you about the shenanigans at Circuit 22.