Rural Urbex: who let the dogs out? June 2020

So Siri, thanks for that I commented to myself as I pulled up. “Look em in the eye and punch them on the nose” I thought, as I gazed over the gate into the far distance seeking out my nemesis. Or the author of the shit sign.

My mission which I had chosen to accept, was to reach a big old farm a few fields away and like I say Siri had hypnotically drawn me here.

“Just go for it you wuss” said a squeaky little voice in my head as I climbed the gate

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you” said a rather deep voice, which I realised was not in my head but from boiler suited farmhand that had appeared at my shoulder. “ The boss has got his bull in the field”.

“But the sign says dogs” said I ( accept nothing, question everything. Rules of my life #1).

“That’s just to put people off from going to the old place” said the boiler suit, ‘I guess that’s where you’re going, it’s all sealed up anyways”

“Well I was going for a mooch, yes. How fast can your bull run?”

“Faster than you” said the boiler suit.

I climbed back over the gate.

Walking back to the car we had a natter about UE, and why I did it. He was amazed that an old fart like me was doing it; He had only ever come across kids and didn’t trust them, which I had to agree with.

Decent bloke, even if when close up he smelled of cowshit. “ come at it from Bridal Way” he said “no bull”.

Off I drove (interlude).......three fields later...........

......I’m afraid these classy home made signs always pull me. like a moth to a flame, or a bee to nectar, and anyways is that: keep dogs out or dogs keep out?

I do so enjoy getting my leg over, so the gate proved to be no obstacle, time for a mooch. So I had a wander round the building, Boiler suit was true to his word absolutely locked down tight.