After the many derps of Stoke on Trent, having back to back Time Capsules was a refreshing change of scenery.
Being able to pick something up that you could read, well… what a difference.
'Salty's Place' was simply 'another House' until we arrived, and the reason for the renaming will become apparent only too soon.
Where to park? 'Salty's Place' was sparse in parking opportunities. It was a case of a hefty walk or a park in a place where every bastard knew you were inside.
'Oh fuck it, let's do the yeah we're inside trick today'... , I said to 
When a scene like this greets you, there's a certain sense of expectation.
'Salty's Place' was hardly an exclusive, and I had seen it plastered on Facebook but not too liberally.
Maybe it wasn't too vandalised and smashed to pieces yet?
We couldn't see the house and started to wade blindly through what used to be possibly either a pathway or even a drive. The greenery had gone totally mad while hiding the house completely.
After much swearing for the second time that day, we emerged far side and spotted a small cottage.
It might look like Grandma's cottage, but it was not so isolated that there would be a chance of The Big Bad Wolf being inside waiting to welcome us.
...'this one is supposed to be open?'...
It wasn't and we were getting ratty. For once I figured it out and disappeared inside leaving the confused
He tends to disappear on me frequently, so I figured this was some payback. It wasn't long before he joined me, the way in being to check all options..., as usual.
How long has this one been empty, and what was it's story? We were about to find out.
Furniture cream sounds strange to me. Polish, I can understand but cream removes wrinkles. I'm too young to understand ancient phrases such as these.
There you go see, I wasn't born in the 1950's. This cottage didn't look remotely like a farm and yet it's owners' roots seem to be there.
A mix of odds and sods including some crystal glasses, or maybe they were cheap counterfeits.
Glasses knocked over. Like 'The Fireman's House', this one had also been ransacked.
Old books from another time. Roy Rodgers I have heard of, but again, this is before my childhood days.
The glasses just left there but by who? Likely not one of those within the old portraits.
A full wardrobe of what appears to be men's clothing and a Bolton Wanderers shirt. Are they still in the main league or have been relegated to the conference?
What do we have here? Mr Salt buying something or other that's fucking expensive from an Agricultural seller. The coal I understand, although if it's to keep warm, that's very old fashioned.
Cyclizine Hydrochloride is an anti-sickness pill. Cod Liver Oil is vile stuff and what you give kids for being little bastards. I was beginning to feel sympathy for Mr Salt.
So that settles it..., it is furniture polish. Cream…, well that belongs in Chocolate Eclairs, or as my late father named them, 'Dogs Dicks'.
I would have preferred to see a full model railway, and not just a book.
I started reading this before noticing the date of 1957. More than half a century ago, and the letter is untouched by time.
Salty as a boy or someone else?
Lots of documents and a 2020 calendar, the story was unfolding slowly.
Salty was a gardening fan. I wonder what he thinks now of the surrounding wild bushes.
Jeez, I'm looking at a story of a very poorly man, and more was to come.
He was making the best of old technology. My last CRT hit the dustbin around 2005, when I bought an Xbox 360. SD resolution was not cutting the mustard.
Not exactly premium brands if you get my jist?
Not one or two but LOTS of tablets to make you shit more, and that's putting it bluntly. Damn Raymond, you were not well.
There was more than one thing wrong, I can be certain of that.
''Salty's Place' was jammed with medicines of many types.
It's gets worse; do I need to explain what's this device is used for?
The kitchen, almost untouched besides the lack of wallpaper.
Tea Bags, coffee, sugar, we could have settled for black coffee if only the property had power.
A history of England. It looks like heavy reading.
Weekly invoices of varying amounts, some more than £100, and all from the same Agricultural supplier. What was he up to?
There were many packs of these, it can't have been easy for poor Raymond.
The admission letter was revealing. Endoscopy looks into organs, to find problems, and this is from 2019. Maybe 2020 was his final year on planet earth.
I could have used those big roll's during the COVID times. Was it that pandemic thing that finished him off?
We exited and found a very open shed area with a few interesting items.
Power tools, open to the elements. If there was a door I couldn't see one.
Even the sheds contained ancient documents.
Someone didn't quite understand how a diary works? That's a lot of old scribbling.
Was this Salty's property or someone else's?
3/6 for a paperback book about Geese Rearing of all things. To put that in perspective it's less than 20p in modern current.
This was stuck to an outside door and concludes this sorry tale. I don't need to explain Salty's whereabouts, but I do wonder if he's still alive.
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