It was mid-afternoon when we arrived at 'Birkdale School for Hearing Impaired Children', and gazed across the vast barren landscape and our ultimate target.
‘Every bastard and his dog is going to see us if we go in that way’, I said to in dismay.
It was true but it was the easy way in, the others all having massive walls or thick hedges that scrape on your balls, face, or other sticky-out bits.
Throwing caution to the wind and without wearing fake hi-visibility vests, we boldly walked across the fields and encountered no dickheads shouting, ‘OYYYYY’ or anything else.
By the time we approached this massive building that looked suspiciously like a 200-foot giant had taken a bite out of one end, I cautiously looked back and spotted some bloke with hands-on-hips glowering at us in the distance.
‘Fuck him’, I thought. He was a good 300 yards away and appeared not to want to do anything else than stare.
We quickly started looking for a way in having been warned by another explorer that it was sealed up tight.
There are plans to renovate it which as usual have come to nothing. The article describes it as ‘arson hit’ which is commonplace.
Compared to some locations it’s a relatively newer building being erected in 1904 and closed in 2003.
The front looked pretty well sealed with those white painted corrugated iron sheets that often get pulled away.
This was an outhouse and quite open and so we stepped in to see what marvels awaited.
None as you can see and we had to vault through that window to find even more nothingness.
Scrambling around the back was fun and very close to some detached houses. I'm sure they don't think it's fun to have this creaking behemoth next to their prestigious properties. This is an affluent area.
The tipoff was quite correct and the local council has done an admirable job of sealing it up.
The outhouses don’t count and were generally full of fresh air that was not so fresh.
...'more like the stench of putrid piss if you ask me'
This overgrown cellar entrance looked promising but was sealed, thwarted again.
The wandering giant I mentioned did provide some respite and climbing up a hill of dirt, mud and shit revealed an entrance.
So this was the swimming pool for the deaf; very nice and colorful. Boris is not too popular around here I see.
The other exit in the far corner could have been our way into the main building. However, it was full of natural greenery, debris, and masonry.
I was trying to reach the door in the far corner but didn't get past the fallen carpets. Disappointed I backtracked to the pool and exited.
Getting in via this angle would have meant quite a lot of climbing and dropping down walls.
What is in those lockers? They were too far away to check.
I was about to go through here before pulled me up and said something like, 'are you fucking crazy, look what's above your head'.
Always the more sensible one, I took his advice. I have to admit there is a few tons of shit up there ready to fall and decapitate me.
We will be returning to Birkdale School for Hearing Impaired Children at a later date. There is an inside report here from 2015 if you can’t wait.
Tagging as he specifically asked me to for any Merseyside explores.
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