‘I have got a location for you’ said some bloke on 28, ‘Let me know what you think, it’s amazing”
“It’s got food still in the cupboard” he droned on.
Nothing new there then, bless him!
First impressions as I made my way through the garden, “hmmmm nice”, now this looks solid be lucky here to get in.
Side window in the kitchen off the latch ‘open sesame” hoisted myself up and voila let’s go mooch, Gordon Blue cookery books, posh booze in a box ( well to me if the booze is in a box it’s posh). I’m so loooking forward to finding this food
FFS, is that it? Food in the cupboards? Jesus there isn’t even any HP sauce.
Oops I hope the dog isn’t around cos that’s a pretty sizeable basket. I’m told best way to deal with nasty dogs is stare em in the eye and punch em on the nose.
Great it might work with a cockapoodle but some big fuck off hound?
I’ve only ever once faced off a couple of dogs, it was a fail in an old RAOS depot on Anglesey last summer, was in a big warehouse when I could here a blokes voice then a rather large (seriously I’m not joking) Rottweiler type thing appeared with a Jack Russel in tow.
Instinct took over I stopped still motionless arse twitching like I’ve got an e-stim butt plug shoved in ther. Just stared at it and I can’t believe I just whistled at it (in as friendly way as is possible to whistle).
The fucker started wagging its tail and sauntered over for a petting. Fucking pussy.
Then I got the bloke turn up with the usual “ what you doing in here blah blah blah, blah blah blue’ he wasn’t to happy when I asked if I could take some shots in the next door hangars. Hoofed off ( I digress)
It was quite dark and atmospheric this place, I took a crap out of focus snap of a rather large owl lying dead on the floor, I guess it was responsible for the big hole in the window, I didn’t have a theodolite to hand but the trajectory seemed right.
I guess the stiff eased my mind that Fido wasn’t about.
Well done Sonia but I’m not sure who you are as I later found out the lady of the house was “Tina” maybe a daughter. I tried to play golf a few years back, hated it, was able to throw the clubs further than I could hit the bastard ball
Nice big spacious parlour, hate the fireplace and the faux beams and wtf is Father Christmas doing dressed in silver? Looks like he is going to a 70’s revival disco. Father Christmas wears RED!
Let’s go upstairs, I get the impression that a crafty crafter once lived in the house
Came across some answers to the questions of why the place was left uncared for.
Just like to say to Anna and Dave. A sympathetic out pouring with a big fuck off “Happy New Year” message halfway down. Class pure class
I guess Derek liked to tinker
The roof had collapsed in the main bedroom,
This snapshot has spooked a few folk out when they have glanced at it, I didn’t see it at the time.......
.....nowt spooky just the pillows bunched up,I hope!