I visit quite a lot of old houses, and ones that are situated on working farms always make me a little nervous. Climbing over the new gate and seeing the fresh tyre marks in the yard I could tell the farmer visited often. Upon entering the property it was clear to see it hadn’t been entered in some time; the cobwebs on the front door were huge and there was a large tree trunk wedging the back door shut. Whilst wandering about the house and taking pictures I suddenly heard a noise: it was the yard gate opening. Peering through the window I saw the farmer pull up in his 4x4. I panicked and bolted upstairs into the top room out of sight, occasionally peeking out through the window to see what he was doing - he was unloading hay for his sheep, and it felt like it was taking him forever. I could hear my heart beating, and all I kept thinking was "I don't want to get caught in this house" whilst hoping he didn’t have a shotgun. Eventually I heard his engine start up and he left. I seized the opportunity and very quickly vacated the premises. I didn’t manage to explore the whole house and to be honest I don’t think I’ll ever be going back! So here are the photos I did get.
Thanks for looking,
Rubex
Thanks for looking,
Rubex
