This was an annoying location, not in what we found but that I had known about it for at least 2 years, found it and neglected to mark the location.
Within that time, I tried and failed to pinpoint 'The Ambassadors House' without success. I knew the major road it was located on, but despite my best efforts, it evaded me.
That was until #Jake, a GoonTuber visited and as usual, gave away a massive clue. I recognized the place and this time made a note, and also of Jake's findings that it was ridiculously dangerous inside.
As Jake had visited, that meant it was going to be sealed very fast, such is that bloke's following with some of his followers, members of the 'sealer's club'.
Another explorer I speak to recognized this location and informed me it is known as 'The Ambassadors House'. Some ambassador lived here once; a good enough reason.
We arrived and noticed that someone had been clearing up the grounds. New gates had also been erected telling me that someone had already made some attempts to seal it.
While the gates were new, they had pitched them up a little too high and I figured scrambling underneath on my belly may well work (if one breathed in enough).
With a deep breath, I had a go and managed to get in without scraping my innards. 
He handed it over the gates making such a din I thought everyone would hear, especially next door whose window looked directly on to us.
'Shhhh', I scolded, 'Keep the fucking noise down!'…
With us both inside the grounds, we made ourselves invisible as quickly as possible. From this side of the house, the second floor looked like it was made of fresh air. No going up there.
Scrambling around to the front of this massive mansion, I managed to get stung by something on the finger. It happens a lot with all the nettles and spiky foliage.
Someone had been clearing up and then given up. The left side was still a jungle and much more interesting.
The Ambassadors House was looking impenetrable until we found a big dark hole going into the cellar area.
Jumping down I landed and I quickly found I needed to balance on a mixture of collapsing duvets and large cushions.
It went something like this, 'Aaaaaaarggghhhh, fuck, shit, bollocks... arghhhhh', before I steadied myself.
The inside was stupidly dangerous. Generally, if there are no floors, I am content to stick with the ground floor but that resting palette told me otherwise.
Climbing up the palette, I peered down to see no floor and me balancing on the edge.
To get into the next room I had to cling on to the door frame and hope I could get my foot over, except the door frame was coming away in my hands.
No matter, the wall behind was solid enough and with some effort, I managed to leverage myself onto the next door entrance hoping I would not slip as there was a nice 7-foot drop waiting for me below with fuck knows what below that.
weighs up the jump that he needs to do next to progress his Ambassadors House adventure'…It was good to see a partially solid floor again; only one side of the house had collapsed ceilings.
I saw right away the stairway to the next level. Yes, I would try it, but this floor needed to be explored first.
Some damp dusty books, followed by some real ones.
I haven't read this particular David Gemmell novel but am a big fan of his, RIP David. Love your taste Mr. Ambassador.
Moving into the next room we found lots of junk, mostly covered in dust and bits of masonry. The latter point told me to be careful, and the place may be ready to collapse.
The floor seemed sturdy enough so I precariously made my way across to what looked like a very skinny entranceway into a further room.
Past the ladder (which I did not climb) took me into what used to be a kitchen.
A toaster, water, kettle, vinegar, and what looked like to be an unopened jar of Horlicks. I knew there was going to be something here after all.
Doubling-back as the floor was feeling decidedly squishy, I went back through the skinny door and re-joined
A record player which has seen better days followed by a couple of newspapers; I also look at them as they can indicate a time when the mansion was occupied.
1994/1995 says 25 years of emptiness which in turn means it's about to collapse.
DataGeneral and 37Mb in capacity; I don't recognise this backup media, it was quite large in size.
The other room on this floor was full of furniture, again covered in falling beams and masonry.
Against my better judgment, I did climb the stairs; this image is looking down while the next is looking up.
I do have my limits and the top of the stairs was just about that. I looked into a few rooms, saw lots of light coming in through the roof, and decided, erm…, no farther.
Going back down the stairs, which were crumbly but better than expected I made a half-hearted effort at what looked like another part of the cellar.
Thinking better of it and feeling sorry for my jacket which would have then got covered in bird shit we retraced our way back out, taking care not to fall down that big hole.
This was the most fun I had on that Saturday. While there was little inside, the danger element made up for all that. I'm not sure if
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