I enjoyed this one, more so than normal as it was a complete surprise.
I was on my way to look at the mid Wales mills when I got stuck behind a couple of bloody caravans, thinking “if only I had passed them earlier’ glad I didn’t as we hit a traffic jam due to roadworks, I hate going slow at the best of times. But HELLO! I spied over a hedge just the top of this old cottage, an old 5 bar gate and an overgrown drive.
BINGO, took the next turning, parked up walked back about 1/2 mile, over the gate, through some nettles joy of joys!
Hmmm I thought to good to be true, the black door was ajar, surely not this easy.
So just brazenly walked in, called out no reply. It was pretty obvious moving through the farm that it had been long left to rot.
I have no history on the place nor previous inhabitants, it’s one of those places wher the photographs will do the talking. From what looks like cleanish dusters to sad old funeral memories from 1932; the memories are captured
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