I don't get to do many time capsules so when @anidiotexplores shared a couple with me last year I made some plans to visit them at the first opportunity.
As they were absolutely miles away it was some 3 months later when I got the chance. I am not one to make special trips no matter how great the eye candy.
This was one of @grindle’s first documented explores on Steemit and I find it interesting to compare his findings with my own.
While he stated Angela appeared to be alone with no obvious signs of 'man things', I found evidence of a 'Mr. Angela' (no more names will be revealed).
I had limited time to check out 'Angela’s Place’ as @bingbabe was patiently waiting in the car for me again.
@anidiotexplores warned me to keep as incognito as possible as the cops arrived just as he was leaving during his visit. They got away but it was a close call. Nosey neighbours again no doubt.
I saw no one or nothing while straddling this gate and walked down a not-so-overgrown dust track. The track continued to a distant farm, probably home to the 'protectors of the house'.
I didn’t arse about and immediately started looking for a way in. Getting close appeared to be a nightmare but I found a worn path through the brambles and weeds snaking around to the back of the property.
It was cold inside, really cold. Talk about a 15-degree temperature drop, and after a bit of a struggle getting in which I tortured my balls a little... I was in.
The cold did not deter me in the slightest. I mean look at all this stuff. It seemed like the lot had been left behind.
I could see there was a little vandalism; I mean why would the sofa be upturned? Sofas don't move on their own.
Hopefully little had been stolen over the years, but just how many years had it been left empty?
A reel-to-reel tape deck; My late father had one in a similar style.
I guess someone loved to read, the old-fashioned way.
…and just look at that, an old record player with a built-in tape deck so you can rip off your own music.
Besides being cold it felt damp. That’s what you get when there’s an open entrance to your property. The books were looking a little forlorn.
I couldn’t shake the feeling that this record collection had been rifled through.
Ooooh, now what’s that?
A bank statement from 2004 showing Angela in the red by over £2000… and... shopping in Kwiksave of all places.., I guess they have little choice being in Wales.
Fucking Kwiksave, some might know how I feel about that shithole of a place.
She paid off £40 and gained another £27 of interest. This is clearly someone who can't control their spending.
So much to look at and so little time. There were plenty of personal items to check.
This is interesting bedtime reading for an aged lady.
Perfume and make-up; She lived in the sticks but still wanted to look nice.
A copy of ‘The Mail’ from 2016; So was the house inhabited during this year? I can’t imagine anyone bringing in their own copy just to read it and dump.
Why did she leave all her clothes? Strange considering she did not die in the property (I will come to this later).
Two old VCRs, but why two? Was Angela a video pirate? I had a Panasonic one just like the bottom one, it was a decent player.
Excuse the foot, I must stop doing this.
I took the stairs up and found it hard to navigate; such was the mess of stuff everywhere.
I noted the moth-balled animal fur coat @grindle photographed was still there. I mean why wouldn’t it be?
I think I see a family resemblance.
Angela has contacts outside the UK, in multiple European countries.
A letter from 1993; Dear Mrs. Rudford… what? I found the pensive scribbling hard to read.
I hope Angela read 'Write your own will'. Can you see it in the stack of books? Leaving your rotting house to someone might be a bright idea.
I had to censor this postcard but it did tell me that Angela lived elsewhere once and there was a 'Mr' in the picture.
He could have died, and she moved here to see out her days. It’s just speculation.
Sadly her contents were very much strewn everywhere. I don't think this location has hit the Tour Bus but has been done over a few times.
You can see the clothes draped over the staircase banister. Like the sofa, they don’t get there on their own.
Did she play golf or are these ‘Mr. Angela's' clubs?
That is some quite stodgy reading material.
I wonder how many records used to be here before some were stolen?
The almanacs are for Astrologers. I know as I was one at the age of 16. It was one of those passing phases.
The old one is something special. 1947 and published in 1946! World War 2 was just finishing.
I was tempted to correct this sight and move the sofas but they were too damp and stinky.
Having obtained Angela’s full name from material viewed inside the house I looked her up as she has an unusual surname.
Sadly she died in 2019 while living in a care home in a larger nearby town. As for the property, it is likely to get in a worse state than it currently is and be left for years to come.
I have been told there was a Volkswagen Beetle in the garage that I missed. What garage? You always miss a little.
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