Rural Urbex; the infamous red nova June 2020

So why infamous? I mean it’s not like an outstanding car the Vauxhall Nova is it?
It’s in reference to the scum and vermin that have recently invaded the UE community, pseudo explorers, vandals, taggers, twats who sell out to the press on locations and thieves.

There is a creature from a nearby city of stoke who visited this property, stripped the Nova of parts and put them up for sale on eBay.

This property cannot be seen from the road It can’t even be seen from its own over grown access drive.

Therein lies another problem with individuals on, in particular Facebook. People beg for locations and you get the fucktards, who,too look big and clever, to others in a......

“look at me, I have locations(s), I’m a fantastic urban explorer of course I will share the location”

They couldn’t be further from the truth, they are lower than a snakes belly, it’s more ......

“I am a needy twat desperate for likes and social kudos”

This is how The thieves and vandals are fed. Anyways rant over..... for now. Enjoy the real beauty of this little time capsule.

A conveniently placed log a missing window and I was in the bungalow kitchen, to explore there was only a toilet and 4 rooms ( does anyone else watch 4 rooms? It’s an interesting antiques programme with a leather clad dominatrix in the form of Celia Sawyer. I digress). Not many fixtures and fittings to see but plenty of interesting treasure.

Some interesting early portraiture hung on the wall as well as an outstanding, signed, pencil line portrait dated 1866 those Sir are a stunning set of mutton chop whiskers.

A postcard sent from Blackpool to a beloved Aunt, 11 days after VE Day 1945, it seems the author was having a great time and was going to visit the pier. Oh the joys of freedom.

We first meet Marjorie as a young school girl in 1935, excelling at Maths, was she a keen violinist?

And we meet up with her again at her marriage to George in 1954. Is she here amongst her family?

Old magazines and cottons, someone was a crafty crafter.

Home grooming For the handyman of the house

Other general bits and bobs, who were Vera and Derrick, who was Jessie? Christmases loved and remembered

Ancient news cuttings faces from the past and books read and cherished. A raincoat on the backdoor, lives lived, thieves can’t steal memories. This is what mooching is all about, soaking it up recording it and walking away. I left the house the way I came but with a greater happiness for having seen what I had.

Before I left the outbuildings called, there was the car, and more treasure

A quick visit to the caravan was worth the fight with the undergrowth

I always find ancient documents and official paperwork interesting reading a great selection from the 50’s to the 70’s

Religious hope and a sensible diet, they lived in more gentle times.

My time here was done, the best time capsule I have done for awhile. I have not edited out any of the addresses the bungalow will not appear, and as yet this community is bereft of thieves and vandals. I sleep at night safe in that knowledge, a clear conscious, not like a guy called Columbell, a thieving little scrote from Stoke.