Men who enjoyed playing with their balls.

Our adventure awaits, come enjoy, Bychton Hall Farm.

Probably one of the easiest places to access ever, lots of open doors. So I selected one and in we go.

The farm has been in the same family since it was bought in 1920, from the Mostyn estate, a well to do rich landowner part of the fawning landed gentry who date back to the 17th C.

Very little more can be found, though looking at the number of beds in the place and a few bits of paper, it would seem at least a married couple and a bachelor brother, maybe two lived here. They are dead.

Dennis Jones died April 2023, an obituary says A loving brother, uncle, great uncle and great great uncle.
He personally owned the place probate completion date Oct. 2024. hence the abandonment.

Edward Jones shuffled off his mortal coil aged 87yrs in June 2023.

There is no more

Windows

Nature reclaiming a lot of the windows cast gentle shadows in the rooms

and the gentle breeze causing the moth eaten faded curtains to flutter gently, giving teasing views over what was once a grand sized piece of farmland

"OK guys get your balls on the table"

In todays parlance I guess it would be called a mancave, in former times probably the billiard room, a la Waddington's Cleudo, a splendid board game of guile quick thinking and cheating. I am our family's undefeated champion!

But this place had a room with an additional 3/4 size table too, sadly as this place is on the "umbex tour bus", thieves and souvenir collectors have been in and stolen the balls. Why? Total arseholes. No men playing with their balls today then.

"Would you like to come and see my kittens", they are just in this shed here.

"Boogie Fever" released 1978, looked at the track list online (where you can buy a copy for £99), that brought back some memories of times spent down the disco I can tell you!!

Amongst the dross, a little gem of pure classic Americana, no not Neil Sedaka, who in his late 30's brought us classic lyrics.... a brother singing about his sister!
"Tonight's the night I've waited for
Because you're not a baby anymore
You've turned into the prettiest girl I've ever seen
Happy birthday sweet sixteen"

Incest a family affair, I digress, no not our Neil but the classy CCR, everyone a winner, check out "have you ever seen the rain" if you get the chance.

Looking at little bits

Bits of paper

1970's did we live in a happier time? before all this wokery nonsense and the bullshit PC brigade turned society upside down, divide and rule, without chaos the puppet masters are powerless. The nanny state interfering in all aspects of the lives of those who suck up the bollocks they drip feed.

Tell a lie often enough and it becomes the norm.

I mean look at the innocence here, "coming of age", a couple of happy looking gals, in particular Ms. Williams, full name, date of birth and home address published! Who needs data protection.

BRIAN MILLS, was a catalogue company, this kind of shopping ( before our beloved tinternet and amazon etc etc arrived) was popular through the 1950's to the 90's whereby a catalogue selling everything imaginable would arrive twice a year, you bought something and paid for it weekly.

If you didn't, one got a straight to the point letter, deal with it. £4.19s 6d, even the money was quaint in those days, the debt in todays money ? About £130. Mrs. E Jones is a very naughty lady, of her we know nothing more

Oh and look here is one of those catalogues, men of a certain age, yes you I am talking to you, would relish the arrival of one of these tomes, most mothers would have had one and bought stuff on the drip.

For us? I mean as a young teen back in the day where else are you going to see ladies in lingerie. Pornhub was just a distant spec of dust floating around in the ether ( not that I know a lot about said interweb provider of adult stuff of course. Shocking!)

In 1967, when the UK average weekly wage was £19, £17.10s would buy you a 17" Tv with 2 channels and a built in VHF radio, and with a 3 month guarantee thrown in whoop dee freakin doo, £400 in todays money

Two weddings and a funeral

The rooms were lost in time vintage brown furniture and televisions, the former residents were never dragged into the modern era.

Llangwyfan Hospital was a small hospital that treated children with TB, opened in the 1920's closed in 1980.

Want a handy burner? Try the Doro 1370, it has a built in torch and a 3 megapixel camera, big buttons and a 60 message capacity. Yours for less than 40 quid. When phones were phones.

Put a finger in a hole and twist it, do it several times until you hear the moans of pleasure the connection to the number you have dialled. Does anyone actually have a land line now?

The house had no central heating, just open coal fires. Not sure why the telly is in the cupboard.

A farmer without a tweed jacket is not really a farmer.

Hunting for granny's old pants

There is a story that circulated a few years back within the Urbex world that a certain explorer in the UK was mooching in a house when he was caught by the police as he minced about wearing just some of the underwear and a nightie of a former resident. he hasn't been seen in the Urbex world since. Truth or urban myth? who knows.

Let's see what is upstairs

There were lots of beds

and not a CO detector nor smoke alarm in sight!

and another telly

What wonderful bed time reading

Down the stairs, out the door and off we go

Home James and don't spare the horses