Old Farmhouses do ‘the rounds’ within the Facebook Urbex Underground Community. Then they are branded with a name. So far this one doesn't have one, so I will christen it.
Sometimes it can be the real name, other times some name which resembles what can be found there. I don’t want to reveal the name of this one as it will give away the location.
Once the info is out, every man and his dog will visit. If they are true Urban Explorers then fine, but some are there to vandalise and destroy.
I was hearing tales of drunken yobs hanging out in the outer barns getting pissed and throwing bricks through the windows of the farmhouse just for fun.
This makes me sick and is the dark side of what I see. Apparently, these blokes were not young and in their thirties.
I was hoping they would not be there when I arrived. They were not, but approaching this barn I jumped out of my skin.
A couple of older blokes were nosing around and seemed to think I was some kind of authority figure, there to kick them out!
After chatting with them, one getting a little too close to me for my liking ('COVID-19, back off you twat'), they explained they were locals and that the farm had been inhabited just 2 years before.
They did not explain the whereabouts of 'Mr. Farmer' and family now and I have been unable to dredge up any other information.
Barns don't really do it for me, so after a short talk, I exited and headed for the house.
Meanwhile, some other younger bloke is heading toward me, phone glued to his ear.
…’Urbex locations are usually quiet and without noise or people, this one was becoming busy and would require a fucking queue soon complete with admission charges’…
PhoneGuy was a little startled to see me but I could see he was not part of the Yob crew I had been warned about.
After yet another chat, he revealed himself to be another lone Urban Explorer who had left the family in the car, while he looked around at this farmhouse with the smashed windows and curtains blowing wildly in the wind.
The day was getting stranger by the minute and we both headed into the house, which had been made considerably easier likely due to the Yobs pulling away the anti-climbing fencing and bashing the back door in.
PhoneGuy went into the depths of the house and we left each other alone after this besides a quick 'bye' when he left.
The kitchen was quite trashed but contained a few items of interest. Someone had left their old prescriptions in the fridge.
Here’s a note from 1996 revealing someone’s driving theory test, wonder if they passed? The theory is the easier part.
What was once the living room was equally bad. I zoned in on the piano in the corner which sadly failed to conjure up even a single note.
Old stereos used to look like these; a double cassette unit was always handy for ripping off Spectrum and Commodore games.
Is the 'Furious Farmer' the one who used to live here?
I guess the stereo had a lot of use once, you don’t see tapes very often these days.
Moving to the other side of the house I noticed it was much barer and a lot less vandalised. Wallpaper doesn’t fare too well in damp conditions and is one of the first things to go.
Besides the broken window, the kitchen was empty but not in too bad a state.
The farmhouse had two sets of stairs and the upper floors were segregated. One section was wrecked and the other quite untouched.
I ascended up the wrecked ones first and checked out the bathroom.
Broken windows and flapping curtains I caught on camera, it was a windy day. Is this where the bricks came through?
A small room contained some exercise equipment and model trains still in the box.
…’and here we have the bedroom from hell, it was probably once quite nice’…
I should have had a look at that device in the corner. Is it some audio equipment? Put it down to inexperience, most places I check are shells, and not full of gear like this one.
The other stairs were the opposite; quite clean and tidy.
Had the Yobs not reached this part of the house yet? The upper areas were similar and contained little in the way of dickhead evidence, it was nice to see.
…’why have just a single front door, when you can have a backup, you know… just in case’…
Making my way back to the grotty section of the house I homed in on a few items.
The glasses are regular ones, does that mean someone is now struggling to get by in life and quite blind?
Someone keeps leaving the ‘Straw Chopper’ out, and Rose needs a dose; dose of what?
Teething Jelly means small babies might have been here once.
This area was full of beer cans, bottles, and alcohol remains. Sure signs of the Yobs again.
I checked the outhouses before leaving but there was little of interest. Old used tins of paint don’t really do it for me, even lots of tins.
What this is, I have no idea. There were plenty of webs on it.
I left Yobbo Farmhouse feeling quite sad knowing that someone’s lovely home is likely to get wrecked and vandalised over the coming months.
If everyone could be trusted with the Urbex code of ‘take nothing but photographs, leave nothing but footprints’ then I would be happy knowing the only thing to deteriorate ‘The Yobbo Farmhouse’ would be the British weather.
Sadly this is never the case. I haven't seen any recent reports on Facebook, so maybe it is off the current radar. I won't be giving out the location of this to anyone but my most trusted comrades.
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