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barn?
I'd spotted it through the trees, and then it had gone. A quick decision was made, and minutes later we were driving down an overgrown driveway towards the abandoned house. The high laurel hedges got narrower and narrower and scraped down the side of my dads car, borrowed for the day. It was already getting dark as myself and Fluffy Orange Cat got out, and headed for the missing front door.
Inside was stripped, completely. Electrics, plumbing, some floorboards, all missing.
We headed up a cool staircase. Up there, it was equally as stripped. It was clear that the stupid lens on my camera was not up to this place at all. That is why these pictures are lame. Trying to get any small rooms in was impossible.
We headed across the ruined terrace and onto the back lawn. The house looked like it was once an impressive country residence, yet now it looked sad and forgotten. A sunblind hung drunkenly over the French windows, and chimney pots leaned precariously. It looked like a building project had started once upon a time, but had long been abandoned.
Moving on through the shrubbery and into the orchard and we spotted this. A barn? It looked a bit like some World War 2 stuff.
There is a lot of WWII stuff near here, but I have not been able to find out whether this building is linked to any of that shizz. Oh dear. Perhaps it is a world war two barn. It had a big trailer inside it. Yes the picture is very blurred.
This place is quite near Coventry, and so could have easily been a building for war stuff. Interesting non exploring Coventry themed war time fact. My Grandma lived in Warwick and used to stand on her doorstep at night watching Coventry burn as it was bombed by German bombers.
Darkness fell, and myself and Fluffy Orange Cat slipped away under the light of a silver moon. Behind us, Wykham Close remained, silent and forgotten.
barn?
I'd spotted it through the trees, and then it had gone. A quick decision was made, and minutes later we were driving down an overgrown driveway towards the abandoned house. The high laurel hedges got narrower and narrower and scraped down the side of my dads car, borrowed for the day. It was already getting dark as myself and Fluffy Orange Cat got out, and headed for the missing front door.
Inside was stripped, completely. Electrics, plumbing, some floorboards, all missing.
We headed up a cool staircase. Up there, it was equally as stripped. It was clear that the stupid lens on my camera was not up to this place at all. That is why these pictures are lame. Trying to get any small rooms in was impossible.
We headed across the ruined terrace and onto the back lawn. The house looked like it was once an impressive country residence, yet now it looked sad and forgotten. A sunblind hung drunkenly over the French windows, and chimney pots leaned precariously. It looked like a building project had started once upon a time, but had long been abandoned.
Moving on through the shrubbery and into the orchard and we spotted this. A barn? It looked a bit like some World War 2 stuff.
There is a lot of WWII stuff near here, but I have not been able to find out whether this building is linked to any of that shizz. Oh dear. Perhaps it is a world war two barn. It had a big trailer inside it. Yes the picture is very blurred.
This place is quite near Coventry, and so could have easily been a building for war stuff. Interesting non exploring Coventry themed war time fact. My Grandma lived in Warwick and used to stand on her doorstep at night watching Coventry burn as it was bombed by German bombers.
Darkness fell, and myself and Fluffy Orange Cat slipped away under the light of a silver moon. Behind us, Wykham Close remained, silent and forgotten.