The externals are grabbed from google maps.
Why?
Well therein lies a tale to tell, grab a cold one, chill, slip into something comfy put up your feet and read on.
I first visited this place about five years ago,2019, but it actually looked inhabited, the lawns cut and tidy, and you get that feeling now and again saying, "nah no good move on", especially as there was nowhere to park close by even to take a quick peak. I slinked off to look elsewhere.
The screenshots are taken from 2009 street view, I guess the last time google went spying on people. Anyways fast forward to 2024, I had heard on the grapevine, the jungle drums, the secret whispers and gossip that it was "doable".
Source. The cast of Deliverance (welsh version)*
BUT and this is a very big BUT, the place was being watched by a few of the local farmers, friends of the deceased. Get in and get out as quick as you can, as there was mention of dogs and threats of violence.
...........and so it was I rocked up a couple of weeks ago, parked the car a good mile away, not out of choice but that was the nearest option, strolled back looking to all the world like one of those weird ramblers who believe the world owes them a right of way wherever. Well to be honest nothing like a rambler, I do not use a walking stick with badges attached of places visited nor wear socks with sandals, nor do I have a big curly grey beard.......... and that is just the women.
So after a mile or so walk after parking the car I got here climbed the five bar gate, the lawns still neatly cut, the windows to the house dark and grey and cobwebs over the handles of the only door....it hasn't been open in a long time.
Glancing down the side of the house, through some overgrown prickly stuff and a bunch of nettles another door and a couple of windows.....Hmm!
Back into the lane , the only way is crawling through a small gap in the hedge, now about 8ft tall, unkempt and fucking difficult. The garden area totally returned to nature. One abandoned property. First window solid, door solid, final window, wooooo hooooo, opened like a flower on a warm spring day.
IT IS DOABLE!
So in I landed, a relatively tidy room, that belied the grot to come
Lovely ancient Sepia photographs and quaint holiday souvenirs
I kid you not, these are just a few of dozens of funeral pamphlets lying in a box on the floor. Now and in times gone by these small welsh farming communities were very close knit and devout church goers, coupled with the love of singing, I guess a funeral was a grand day out for some.
A local community newspaper, Y Gadlas, in remarkable condition considering these editions are over 40 years old. Published only in the welsh language, now available online and with a facebook page to boot
Commence
The room was coated in some sort of brown film, much like back in the good old days when pubs allowed smoking and the ceilings would be a lovely off shade of brown....well the pubs that as a 14yr old I frequented did.
A wall planner from 2014 now peeling from the wall, maybe suggests the year the house became abandoned, for search as I have I can find nothing recorded about it or the people whose names appear on paperwork within.
As well as the gorgeous vintage snaps, I loved the bottle of medication, "muscle oil" prescribed by a Richard Williams, bonesetter, of Pwllheli. what the fuck is a bonesetter ???
I mentioned that these small communities were devout, the christian lord's prayer hanging up in your main living room.
Even the cobwebs are black, never seen anything like that before
A few winner's rosettes from local dog shows, untouched by the detritus around us.
The kitchen and bathroom were next, they were just as wonderful
Is that not strange? I thought so, amidst all the old grot, clean very clean spray bottles of bleach. How did that get there, they have obviously never been used.
The paint peeled the plaster walls crumbling
Through a heavy brown curtain, best to keep the draught out when the air blows through: the locked back door, laden with heavy coats from another space in time, no doubt worn at the crack of dawn on a cold frosty winter's morning, layers adding some warmth, dragging the farmer away from the growing heat of the freshly lit open fire, no luxurious central heating here.
YES, we are going up
At the top of the stairs there is darkness
How much a night would you pay to stay at this airbnb (or other quality suppliers of overnight accommodation)
Surrounded by the creaks and sounds, could you sleep soundly, the only thing to fear is your own inner voices and imagination. If the paranormal knobheads found this place what sensationalist bullshit they would come out with. Preying on the gullible and needy.
The main bedroom not as decayed and with more lovely treasures
Let me explain to the youngsters who have got this far ( anyone younger than 40yrs!!)
This is a television, black and white picture AND you had to get up to switch channel, of which you had a choice, if you were lucky, of three!
and this my dear friends is a non DAB radio from the 1950's placed so as to get better reception on LW/MW/SW (that's long medium or short wave). I loved these radios when I was growing up, twiddling away with my the knob, tuning into hear strange languages from stations as far away and as exotic as Hilversum, Lille, Luxembourg, Warsaw and Moscow, to name but a few, pretending to be a spy listening in to coded messages barely discernible through the white noise. Happy days.
Official Govt. documents from 1945 and 1951 recording payments and arrears for Mr. R Davies, into the mandatory national insurance and pension schemes
In 1961 it seems that Mrs C Davies lost a brother, and a donation was made from his funeral service to Imperial Cancer Research to the tune of £16.5s (£450 today).
In 1962, Mr G Davies as beneficiary, inherits £700 from an uncle's estate (£18k in todays money)
I have rushed this place sadly, just half an hour where I could have spent hours
"just a line to you that I got home before the light got out, about 10 o'clock. Harry was home before me about 9 o'clock, wright(sic) you a letter soon jack, from bob"
The post card addressed to a John (jack) Davies of another farm ( wonder if this is the deceased uncle?) is ever so quaint, what do we do now ? we text to say " home safely, great night cheers". Back in the day with not even any proper phones one sends a postcard which probably took a week to arrive! Happy days'
I now find out that the green George 5th half penny postage stamp on the postcard, was only in circulation between 1911-1912, it is rare and could be worth between £250 and £450. Let us just hope that the scrotes who call themselves explorers but really just steal and trash places miss this. Thankfully those that have been here before me missed it too.
BUT..........back to the externals, there aren't any of my own; this is due to the fact that they are the last thing to snap, I never waste time with externals unless I get in the property.
A close shave .... as I was climbing back out the window I heard it then I saw it a Series one , the staple vehicle of a welsh farmer, slowly travelling along the lane. FUCK!. I managed to navigate the hedge this time at a slightly faster pace, thank fuck for ripstop clothing.
It had pulled up outside the gates...and was empty. Now to get to my car I would need to walk past said Landy, thats a bit of a give away as they would have past me and seen me on the lane. FUCK. So orf I jolly well trotted in the opposite direction.
Thank fuck for the public right of way across farmers land, couple of hundred yards and the famous yellow on green finger post. Turn around walk back.
Smile and wave as a pale blue Landy drives past me. Happy Rambling
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The one that got away, and with the sounds of it.. I would prefer not to bother. I can't speak welsh and that means gunshot up my arse.
The drama.., well told!
cheers matey, go on do it.....I dare you!!!! LOL
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I was on the seat of my pants there at the end. Very interesting the history that place may have seen over the years.
cheers @coinjoe thanks for dropping in, great place to visit, and yes an exciting one too!!
Really cool place! Thank you for sharing! Wonder how long it takes for people to see the value of the post stamp.
Out of curiosity what are the penalties if police catches you trespassing such old building?
cheers @chrislybear thanks for dropping in, yes a wonderful place full of treasure. Thanks for your interesting question. I shall try to explain.
In the UK there are criminal laws and "laws of tort", which are nor criminal but civil laws.
So if the police caught you inside or exiting the place and you have not committed a criminal act once inside (theft damage as examples), nor have you say smashed a window to get in then they are powerless to do anything. Trespass is not in itself a criminal offence.
And as a criminal act has not taken place you do not even have to give them your details!
That I hope answers your question.
I have done a lot of this activity across Berlin and the former GDR, but haven't a clue what would have happened if the police turned up. Living life on the edge LOL
Thank you for the explanation! In Germany (from the experience of friends) it really depends on the officer who caught you. If they really want to get you in trouble they can. But most of the time if you are nice and show them that you only took photos they "only" give you a warning. But I have no clue how strict the GDR was, or how it's actually in Berlin. I am mostly in the western part of germany :D
Ok, cheers, handy to know
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The photo of the glass window with moss or vegetation is great.
I love these posts. I feel so many strange things when I see all that people leave behind. It's scary and at the same time it enlightens me in certain aspects of my life.
To read this post I grabbed my cup of coffee and while taking a few sips, read and toasted a bread roll.
The black cobwebs really hit me.
Hahaha... no, I wouldn't be there, not even in daylight (in a way I'm dumb or very suggestible, let's say).
Some relics there, that Tv and the other radio thing.
The pictures of the people, so old, I loved them too.
(in those places there are a lot of valuable things like those stamps that people would be willing to pay for because of their rarity or because they are vintage things like that).
It amazes me that although there may be petty thieves there is a whole culture of this... look how that house and many others look like museums.
Ah, I forgot to say that what happened to you at the end is really scary... and the postcards that arrive within a week... made me laugh out loud!
cheers @nanixxx always love your feedback, yes urbex is a niche hobby and one I love doing, you should try it LOL.
It is like living social history
I sincerely doubt that I could find an abandoned house here with so many things inside. That doesn't exist... people (let's say explorers, but we don't have a culture of that here) leave them clean.
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Ah I guess so, it is pretty prevalent in western europe
Some furniture resembles what my Gran's house. Welsh really stuck to their guns holding their mother tongue over the years, don't know it so well done if you could.
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In deepest darkest rural wales, Welsh is still the first language. Brown furniture back 6070 years it was everywhere I remember by gran and parents having full houses of it
Sold wood still around I kept many pieces and am happy that I did, prefer the sturdy, solid look!
except when you want to move it...weighs a ton!
Always heavy.... 🙃
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An amazing time capsule, thank you so much for sharing!
Also, those black webs aren't spider webs - they're called soot webs or soot tags, and appear after a fire. The fire damage was pretty obvious on the mantelpiece, but I can see how in other places it wasn't as obvious. I just hope you were wearing a respirator during this explore, as those things are really bad to inhale. 💜
well @willendorfia I have learnt something today! Thanks for your input, I never considered fire damage as there was no structural damage or charred remains at all, wonder how they got there. Thanks for the link, very interesting. No no face mask.
Also, serious question - with the weirdness (to my English-speaking self) of the Welsh language, why do they all have such "normal, English-sounding" names? 🤔 I'd expect Welsh names to be as abstruse as the rest of their language...