Rural urbex: tin house on the island
"Dogs look up to us, cats look down on us, pigs treat us as equals"
remarked the great Winston Churchill.
Now it would seem in the 21st century they are breaking into the world of security.
i mean come on let's get real.
what's the worst that could happen
get chased by a bag of pork scratchings or lassoed by a string of sausages?
Let's get over that gate. there is stuff to see.
a tin house buried in the trees, and not a pig in sight, unless they were MI5 pigs disguised as sheep.
barb wire fence, cleared
bramble hedge. dodged
back door, wide open
let's mooch
only a single storey building bereft of:
a) a bog
b) bathroom
ffs who ever lived here was
a) going in the bushes
b) smelly
i guess the cooking was done on the open fire and built in oven seen in a lot of welsh cottages of days gone bye.
maybe a gang of delinquent hells angels or "just eat" couriers hung out here?
"the headless man in the window" great click bait
evidence of kids being around at some point
lovers of fine art and classical music, park the wild idea of hells angels
a happy owl a china cup and elizabeth of the house of saxe coburg of gotha.
a gentle stroll back to the car mingling with the flock of lamb chops.
Beware of the.. Pigs? That made me laugh, a tin house.. I have done a tin church, but not a house... yet. No outside bog to be found? Maybe the warning was talking about the last occupants.
lol, nope not a bog in sight! very strange