This big pile was built in Victorian times, as a private estate, at some point in its life it used to be some form of home for single mothers with children mainly immigrants from ireland, run by the salvation army as a maternity home.
It’s life as a residential care home began Circa 1995, Two brothers who inherited the business from their father were fined more than £82,000 after their “depressing, unhygienic and unsafe” care home was shut down by inspectors following a surprise visit in 2016.
These breaches were assessed by CQC as extreme, the seriousness of the concerns placed a significant risk on the lives, health and well-being of the people living there, paying £1k per week for the privilege.
It was found that the premises were unsafe and poorly maintained lacking even the basic needs such as hot water, fresh food and clean rooms, to the extent that residents were placed people at risk from infection.
The list goes on and on thankfully no one died as a consequence the above issues, anyways on with the mooch.
SO, ANYWAYS, THE MOOCH......
This is situated on one of the main arteries into Liverpool and surrounded by a 7ft high wall and big locked gates, fortunately the neighbours were more friendly with an open gate onto the driveway, (this was in the days before the scamdemic when everyone was at work!).
In the garden turn left, through the shrubs, great just a small wall of about 3ft. Well I say 3ft! The drop the other side was about 7ft:
Urbex rule #67, look before you leap, check
Urbex rule #68, look where you are walking, fail, as I have just trodden in what I hoped was nothing more than a big dollop of dog shit
Urbex rule #04, if you can get in worry about getting back out when the time comes Check
Hanging over the wall.....and with a silent prayer to Shiva , Ganesh, and even Hanuman I dropped down,
“fuck me im in one piece was my first thought,
“ah bollocks a workman’s skip” was my second.
“ I need to get this shit off my shoe” was my third.
(Interlude, as I walk crab like scraping said shoe in the long grass )
Not only a clean shoe but no irate builder coming out asking what I was doing, promising!
The doors all secure the windows all boarded..... except for a loose piece of plywood I found round the back “honestly it just came off in me ‘and gov”. Great not much broken glass to sweep off the sill. Oooof it was a bloody dark basement
Sometimes the basement doesn’t lead anywhere.
Coming out of the darkness into a wonderful grand entrance hall and stairway, which to be honest was not expected
A few ground floor rooms of interest, classy security, an old door nailed across the window!
Upstairs the usual care home paraphernalia, and a number of patients Care notes and stuff
On the roof, it's peaceful as can be
And there the world below can't bother me
Sang the drifters back in the day
There was an abundance of soft furnishings throughout, I chose not to rest my weary legs just in case Gladys had been about
So that was it time to leave
Urbex rule #10, if you come across a ladder or a stool keep it handy it may prove useful
Urbex rule #92, remember where the dog shit is
So I got back to the car clean and uninjured and less fragrant than an hour earlier.