This mooch started on the Saturday morning and finished on the following Tuesday afternoon!!!!!!
I kid you not.
It started off really well,
A nice old building, some sort of workshop
I guess it's thirsty work, labouring away all day
Then suitably refreshed you fuck off home forgetting to put ya boots back on!
I kept mine on and exited the building, then saw the sign
I guess its Estonian for;
"Welcome Mr Grindle, get your camera out"
How wrong was I, anyways here goes the most surreal experience I have ever encountered doing this urbex stuff
Walking nonchalantly, down the dusty over grown road, bushes to my left , bushes to my right, not a care in the world, when out of nowhere stepped this man, head to foot in camouflage gear, helmet and pretty impressive face paint, carrying a rifle type weapon.
The conversation went something like this.
Me " Fuck me, you take paint balling seriously'
Him, (accented east european) " This is not paint ball, what are you doing here?
Me, " Yeah, right, Im here just taking photographs"
Him " You must not be here, you must leave, you have entered a military exercise zone, leave now"
I then paid more than a cursory glance at his weapon ( ooer matron), FUCK ME, it was not a paintball air gun, it was a semi automatic rifle, wow, I think this is for real.
Me " have you got real bullets in that thing",
I'm sorry I have got to my advanced years not taking things too seriously and following the mantra accept nothing, question everything
Him "leave now, quickly, LEAVE"
Me "When can I come back and take some photos"?
Him " Not today, you leave, maybe this evening"
Me "Nah, I will be having me tea then, I'll come back next week, look, no one is going to believe this, any chance I can get a selfie with you"?
Him " No, no photos, Leave now," As he started speaking into a mouth mic, must be calling his mates for help!
Me " Ah ok no problems, I'm on my way"
Making my way dejectedly back to my car, what did i see there?
Not only a fucking group of military personnel giving it the once over.
FFs, here we go again
Bossman " What reason are you here"?
Me " I have just explained all this to your mate down the road, i'm going, Ok"
Bossman " You are the one with the camera, I see your passport or ID"
Me "Yes, No, I don't carry any with me"
Bossman " Leave now"
Me "I'm going" extending my hand of friendship, which he didn't reciprocate: Miserable fucker.
Yeah mate, if I was in the Spetsnaz, you would now be lying in a pool of your own blood, thought I as I started up the car.
Off I drove
I returned Tuesday morning
The sign was still there
I was alone..........
.......to be continued.