“These windy little roads are lethal”, I stated to 
If you meet a tractor then it’s a mental battle of attrition. Who will concede, and reverse up to half a mile hoping your vehicle does not end up in a ditch if you are the losing party.
Switching your engine off and waiting for the other dude to cave is one option, but they tend to get angry, get out of their combine harvesters, and start yelling at you in Welsh, which is bad for us English 'foreigners'.
...Err..., was that?...
Thankfully, I do my homework thoroughly to try and mitigate these ubiquitous fucking country ‘tracks’ that are better suited to pedestrians who want to commit suicide.
…’Welsh people either drive at 25 or 70 regardless of what type of road it is -
This is a true statement and I have witnessed far too many of the former types, on all types of Welsh roads.
…’2018; Only five years earlier it was complete, sealed and a lovely old property. What the fuck happened?’… - Source
“The Broken Bungalow’, being rural was difficult to find using the general postcode method and we had to resort to pins which is fiddly on phones, but works as a last resort.
This forlorn looking building was on a corner and the road for once was wide enough for passing cars, affording us somewhere to park. There would be no interruptions as this was the only dwelling in sight if you can call it one.
Being Summer.. it was easy to miss as nature has intervened in a most serious manner. Ivy had crawled over one side and I could see the roof was full of holes. This was supposed to be a 'Time Capsule', but would there be anything left inside?
The large rectangular hole looked promising. The limited view told me this was not another old wreck and inside were ‘things’. Climbing through the gap I could well lose some of my things, such as fingers and toes if that glass was not first swept away.
Undeterred we struggled to get to the back of the house, the greenery was dense, but having recently visited Jonesy’s Place, this was a mere snip in comparison.
Several minutes later we spotted the entrance and what a sight it was to behold. Blackened stonework at its finest, and a hole wider than Linda Lovelace’s juicy slit. We were in!
Those thin boards are a poor excuse for security. Someone had likely done a ‘Karate Kick’ to knock this one inside. It makes for an unsteady entrance, but that’s quite normal for us.
We immediately made for what looked like the kitchen and got a view of the possible rectangular entrance from the other side. The landing would not have been much fun, with the table in a near state of collapse.
Is that a derelict beer can in the foreground? More likely the shit left behind by ‘Kung Fu’ man.
Whoever lived here, liked the cheap brands. Big value beans and the like, urgh.., not my cup of tea. Cat food but no sign of a cat, it probably left in a state of famine long ago.
In some areas of “The Broken Bungalow’ it was more like the open-air Bungalow with massive holes in the roof letting in plenty of natural light.
I never did get around to trying ‘Rover’ biscuits; you don’t tend to see them anymore. It’s always Fox’s in today’s world.
Parkinson Cowan is still in business, but sadly this broken ‘505’ model you see here is no longer in production. Even if we could find the cat which likely starved to death from malnutrition, there would be no grilled cat on the menu today.
…’if only cats could use tin openers, it could be still around waiting to pounce on us'…
This was a small residence and the lounge was the largest room, untidy with large tins Aquaseal on the sofa and scattered around.
Aquaseal can be used to repair holes and tears in wetsuits, waders, gloves, booties, and other outdoor gear. It can also be used to seal seams and pinholes in waders, and to seal gasket seams on dry suits.
Could it be used to plug gaping holes in the roof? A sticky mess would ensue I think. This was one of the worst rooms due to the terrible roof.
A few more years and the lampshade attached to the wall will vanish along with the tin of Ty-Phoo lying on the floor, buried forever beneath the makeshift roof which was whining and creaking in the gentle breeze.
Never wallpaper your ceiling if you expect your property to fall into such decay. If you don’t, then go right ahead... and no.. this is not a hammock.
I do remember this scene looking a little surreal. It was an indoor room but had a decent percentage of outdoor looks.
In February 2016, the property was lived in and properly maintained. It doesn't take long for it to end up like this.
A small but interesting exploration. If I get that surreal feeling I had in the 'lounge', then I know it was a decent one.
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