Thinking, this could be interesting as i pulled up near to an overgrown driveway.
Having been in the glorious hot sunny climes of this wonderful country, today was wet and over cast, I needed the cockles of my heart warming.
I always travel in an anti-clockwise direction be it perimeter or internal rooms, here in the real world or the Fallout wastelands.
It was not looking too good, all those windows boarded up, front back and sides! Bollocks. here comes an 
Oh, joy of fucking joys!
Virtually back where i started, hidden behind a growing sycamore sapling.
" I spy with my little eye..... something beginning with...... "L"....."
Leaves? No
Light grey drain pipe? No
Loose masonry? no but close
Oh, I give up
Loose window, there is only a loose fucking window, oh dear god alive!
Finding myself in a dark a very dark and dank basement:
"No problemo
Head torch out of camera bag
Head torch on head
Press switch, press switch
Press the m-fucking switch".
Nothing.
The torch had been on charge two days earlier and not used since.
It was launched
It hit the wall
It is now lying in pieces on the floor of the basement in Loosi school
Piece of made in China shit
Dilema
A) Exit back through the window from whence I came, its very dark, it might be scary, there may be walkers
B) Proceed with just the poxy light on my iphone to guide me, and snapping away with bloody flash enabled.
Come on, keep up, lets go mooch!
Lets have a look in the boys production room, says he as the eyes, a wonderful pair of organs, started to be come accustomed to the gloom
Not much left except some fantastic vintage posters..........
........and health and safety is alive and well "basic fire safety for pupils"
I followed the corridor hoping to find some useable stairs to venture further into the darkness, further into my adventure
I passed through a kitchen area crockery and glassware still on the shelves.
A stairway to heaven?
Does anyone remember laughter?
Like your first fuck, there are somethings you never forget, the periodic table being one!
Classrooms opening up off the long silent corridor.
What do we know of Loosi school?
Not a lot!
It was opened as far as I can find out sometime in the 1860's as Loos parish school.
In the 20th century the school was open initially as a primary school, then for a short period at the end of WW2 it was quaintly called Loosi Incomplete Secondary School.
Why was it called as an incomplete school? did the embarassment hasten the erection of the new and current building constructed in 1949?
(source)[https://arhmus.tlu.ee/cgi-bin/epam?oid=76907] snapped in 1969
Records show that by 1970, there were only 63 pupils, now thats a big old building for so few students. The numbers dropped, by 1998 there were only 29.
29? FFS, were these locals not engaging in sexual frolics? What else would there be to do on freezing winter nights!
It closed in the year 2000, empty ever since.
If this was the Uk, being honest here, the place would have been
- Smashed up
- Graffed to fuck with childish drink and drug fuelled nonsense
- Burnt to the ground
Apologies.
I do the british chavvy scrote an injustice, they would have accomplished all three of the above...... years ago.
Arseholes.
Back to the darkness we go
"Music was my first love
and it will be my last
music of the future
and music of the past"
......John Miles
Some of the rooms, were now storing lots of old wooden beds, but no desks. perhaps a reclining position was seen as better for learning, did the school day include an afternoon nap?
Maybe the answer lies in that document which refers to an orphanage record of an individual, it seems, thanks to a rough google translation a medical record for someone between the years 1961-1967.
Another set of stairs took me to the roof space
Nothing there but daylight
The science lab looked far more interesting
A book dedicated to comrade VIU
Not much left of the darkness, I was ending my mooch, just a couple more rooms with bits and bobs
Going up one side and coming down the other, is the easiest but not on this occasion perhaps the best option, and i'm a lazy arse really. A 14st lazy arse but as light on my feet as Anton du Beek. This was no problem.
The light streaming through the window drew me like a moth to a flame and I made my exit. Fulfilled and relaxed.
The light hurting my eyes.