Crow Manor
Firstly a massive thanks to Des, a proper decent chap who gave me the heads up on this place before he could even get to visit it himself, I owe you dude I don’t often get to see many residential sites early on the UE scene, by the time I usually get to a place all the interesting bits have either walked off, been smashed up, the place sealed up, redeveloped or demolished, so this was a real treat.
A tiny bit about Crow Manor...
The history of this place appears a little sketchy. All that seems to be about is that it’s a 13 bedroom Grade 2 Listed Georgian property that’s previously been converted into four flats, was possibly owned by a doctor and is yours for a mere £95,000, a bargain, but the price reflects the work required on it. It has a rather small back garden but a lovely sloping tree-lined field at the front, whose bare winter Elm’s support an abundance of squawking, nesting crows adding to the overall atmosphere, I just adore this place!
The explores...
After driving over 200 miles I wasn’t actually sure at what kind of condition I would find Crow Manor in, since a YouTube video said it was due to be auctioned in a few weeks time, and that was in December last year. To be honest I was expecting to see a bunch of skips outside the house, full of the previous owner’s belongings and the new owners having started work on the house. So I was pleasantly surprised when I arrived and the place was still relatively untouched (who am I kiddin, I was so happy I cuda done a shit in the woods).
I walked into the ground floor kitchen first, took a few shots, then decided to try for less of an obstacle course way in, as with experience I have undertaken some unnecessary risks and climbs only to see a walk in way once inside. So to my amazement I strolled straight through the back door and up a cluttered staircase. I spent the rest of the day undisturbed and negotiating my way around the maze of rooms and belongings on the first and second floors.
You can’t really describe the physical journey through the house without touching on how it made you feel emotionally. For me, the logistics of the necessary “tripod action” became an intense nightmare. Just setting the dam thing up became so tiring! None of the three legs were ever at the same height; one would be fully extended on a box, the other only half the length balancing on a stack of uneven books and the third would be halfway up the wall and I would be too scared to breath. I dreaded setting it up and then having to move it a few inches. Making a space for the legs to get anywhere near the floor was very frustrating and time consuming, then repositioning the tripod meant releasing the legs from the grip of the stuff and watching a landslide of books, ornaments, records, cuddly toys and various other bits collected over the years fill the void, much like quicksand. So one day was not long enough lol, by the time it was starting to get dark I had realized that I had not seen any of the ground floor as I had bottled the kitchen assault course. I kipped in the car the night and went back the following morning.
So I attempted the kitchen for the second time. I got across the “floor” which was really only the carpet floating between the only surviving joist, which appeared to be eating the furniture by dragging it into the corner of the room. I climbed the upside down table and found myself in a darkened corridor, with torch in mouth as I needed both hands free, and camera bag and tripod unbalancing me, I thought wtf I am doing? I couldn’t see the floor in front of me but I could see a hole, and with my torch giving up on me I thought I needed yet another reality check, this place probably has a cellar and I’m gona be in it soon, so I bottled it again. It wasn’t until I met up with Des and Dave a week later that we all made the kitchen crossing together...Dave’s good at accidently filming himself falling through floors and windows, and getting his pants pulled down by security’s German Sheppard’s so I felt safer knowing that if something was going to go wrong, then for once it might not happen to me, sorry Dave
Emotionally even though I loved exploring this house, it left me feeling mentally exhausted. It was extremely chaotic with piles upon piles of possessions stacked on top of each other, and all starting to look rather similar in type. It didn’t feel like four separate flats, more like one person’s lifetime collection. Being in such a disorganized environment can make you reflect on the owners lifestyle and your own state of mind, which is never a good thing for me lol...is anybody actually reading this??? Do I ramble??? Why haven’t I slept since 1989???...
So on with some pic’s, finally...
Green House 852 by Pretty Vacant, on Flickr
Green House 902 by Pretty Vacant, on Flickr
Green House 911 by Pretty Vacant, on Flickr
The back door takes you straight up this lovely staircase.
Untitled_HDR2 by Pretty Vacant, on Flickr
Lovely large window at the top of the stairs. I noticed several other buildings in nearby Axminster had this same large shape and style of window, the shut down hotel for one (belled and nothing inside from what I could see).
downstairs green house 236 by Pretty Vacant, on Flickr
First floor kitchen. Looks like the belongings are set out for an auction.
downstairs green house 273 by Pretty Vacant, on Flickr
Room at the front of the house which leads into a kitchen. I counted at least six piano’s in the house, baby grand’s and uprights.
Green House 960 by Pretty Vacant, on Flickr
Another one of the first floor rooms at the front of the house.
Green House 955 by Pretty Vacant, on Flickr
One of the first floor bedrooms at the rear of the house.
Green House 925 by Pretty Vacant, on Flickr
First floor bedroom overlooking small rear garden.
Green House 711 by Pretty Vacant, on Flickr
Narrow corridor from the first floor up to the smaller second floor.
Green House 440 by Pretty Vacant, on Flickr
Room overlooking large field at the front of the house.
Green House 170 by Pretty Vacant, on Flickr
Four-poster bedroom where Derelict Divas scared the shit outa me…was good to meet you dudes...and a 90’s oldskool shout out to djflava
Green House 158 by Pretty Vacant, on Flickr
I love the fox.
downstairs green house 408 by Pretty Vacant, on Flickr
downstairs green house 388 by Pretty Vacant, on Flickr
Somebody was watching me…
downstairs green house 337 by Pretty Vacant, on Flickr
downstairs green house 312 by Pretty Vacant, on Flickr
I wasn’t being paranoid, I was being watched.
downstairs green house 290 by Pretty Vacant, on Flickr
downstairs green house 286 by Pretty Vacant, on Flickr
Green House 516 by Pretty Vacant, on Flickr
Up a narrow staircase and creeping around the hole in the floor, up to the second level which had only 2 small rooms on the right hand side of the house…the second floor on the left of the house had more rooms and was quiet a little maze.
Green House 970 by Pretty Vacant, on Flickr
Second level room on the left side at the front of the house…these were smaller interlocking rooms.
Green House 695 by Pretty Vacant, on Flickr
Second level room, which interlocks with other rooms.
Green House 670 by Pretty Vacant, on Flickr
Green House 585 by Pretty Vacant, on Flickr
Second floor rear bedroom.
Green House 1017 by Pretty Vacant, on Flickr
Green House 1233 by Pretty Vacant, on Flickr
Green House 1249 by Pretty Vacant, on Flickr
downstairs green house 189 by Pretty Vacant, on Flickr
Front door leading into a small entrance hall.
downstairs green house 107 by Pretty Vacant, on Flickr
The arched entrance hall.
downstairs green house 178 by Pretty Vacant, on Flickr
Ground floor room at the front of the house, with another piano. I wondered what it must have been like if the people that lived here all played at the same time.
downstairs green house 150 by Pretty Vacant, on Flickr
Another one of the ground floor front rooms. It is possible that the lady in this photograph is the owner of the house, as she appears in many photographs on all three levels of the house.
downstairs green house 143 by Pretty Vacant, on Flickr
downstairs green house 132 by Pretty Vacant, on Flickr
downstairs green house 095 by Pretty Vacant, on Flickr
downstairs green house 035 by Pretty Vacant, on Flickr
Rear room on the ground floor.
downstairs green house 023 by Pretty Vacant, on Flickr
Well I hope you enjoyed my little tour of Crow Manor.
A friend tried to visit here about a week ago and saw the police there. Apparently the neighbors had been calling them every day, he said workmen were there putting up boarding. So if you plan to visit consider this if you are coming from afar.
Be lucky folks
Firstly a massive thanks to Des, a proper decent chap who gave me the heads up on this place before he could even get to visit it himself, I owe you dude I don’t often get to see many residential sites early on the UE scene, by the time I usually get to a place all the interesting bits have either walked off, been smashed up, the place sealed up, redeveloped or demolished, so this was a real treat.
A tiny bit about Crow Manor...
The history of this place appears a little sketchy. All that seems to be about is that it’s a 13 bedroom Grade 2 Listed Georgian property that’s previously been converted into four flats, was possibly owned by a doctor and is yours for a mere £95,000, a bargain, but the price reflects the work required on it. It has a rather small back garden but a lovely sloping tree-lined field at the front, whose bare winter Elm’s support an abundance of squawking, nesting crows adding to the overall atmosphere, I just adore this place!
The explores...
After driving over 200 miles I wasn’t actually sure at what kind of condition I would find Crow Manor in, since a YouTube video said it was due to be auctioned in a few weeks time, and that was in December last year. To be honest I was expecting to see a bunch of skips outside the house, full of the previous owner’s belongings and the new owners having started work on the house. So I was pleasantly surprised when I arrived and the place was still relatively untouched (who am I kiddin, I was so happy I cuda done a shit in the woods).
I walked into the ground floor kitchen first, took a few shots, then decided to try for less of an obstacle course way in, as with experience I have undertaken some unnecessary risks and climbs only to see a walk in way once inside. So to my amazement I strolled straight through the back door and up a cluttered staircase. I spent the rest of the day undisturbed and negotiating my way around the maze of rooms and belongings on the first and second floors.
You can’t really describe the physical journey through the house without touching on how it made you feel emotionally. For me, the logistics of the necessary “tripod action” became an intense nightmare. Just setting the dam thing up became so tiring! None of the three legs were ever at the same height; one would be fully extended on a box, the other only half the length balancing on a stack of uneven books and the third would be halfway up the wall and I would be too scared to breath. I dreaded setting it up and then having to move it a few inches. Making a space for the legs to get anywhere near the floor was very frustrating and time consuming, then repositioning the tripod meant releasing the legs from the grip of the stuff and watching a landslide of books, ornaments, records, cuddly toys and various other bits collected over the years fill the void, much like quicksand. So one day was not long enough lol, by the time it was starting to get dark I had realized that I had not seen any of the ground floor as I had bottled the kitchen assault course. I kipped in the car the night and went back the following morning.
So I attempted the kitchen for the second time. I got across the “floor” which was really only the carpet floating between the only surviving joist, which appeared to be eating the furniture by dragging it into the corner of the room. I climbed the upside down table and found myself in a darkened corridor, with torch in mouth as I needed both hands free, and camera bag and tripod unbalancing me, I thought wtf I am doing? I couldn’t see the floor in front of me but I could see a hole, and with my torch giving up on me I thought I needed yet another reality check, this place probably has a cellar and I’m gona be in it soon, so I bottled it again. It wasn’t until I met up with Des and Dave a week later that we all made the kitchen crossing together...Dave’s good at accidently filming himself falling through floors and windows, and getting his pants pulled down by security’s German Sheppard’s so I felt safer knowing that if something was going to go wrong, then for once it might not happen to me, sorry Dave
Emotionally even though I loved exploring this house, it left me feeling mentally exhausted. It was extremely chaotic with piles upon piles of possessions stacked on top of each other, and all starting to look rather similar in type. It didn’t feel like four separate flats, more like one person’s lifetime collection. Being in such a disorganized environment can make you reflect on the owners lifestyle and your own state of mind, which is never a good thing for me lol...is anybody actually reading this??? Do I ramble??? Why haven’t I slept since 1989???...
So on with some pic’s, finally...
Green House 852 by Pretty Vacant, on Flickr
Green House 902 by Pretty Vacant, on Flickr
Green House 911 by Pretty Vacant, on Flickr
The back door takes you straight up this lovely staircase.
Untitled_HDR2 by Pretty Vacant, on Flickr
Lovely large window at the top of the stairs. I noticed several other buildings in nearby Axminster had this same large shape and style of window, the shut down hotel for one (belled and nothing inside from what I could see).
downstairs green house 236 by Pretty Vacant, on Flickr
First floor kitchen. Looks like the belongings are set out for an auction.
downstairs green house 273 by Pretty Vacant, on Flickr
Room at the front of the house which leads into a kitchen. I counted at least six piano’s in the house, baby grand’s and uprights.
Green House 960 by Pretty Vacant, on Flickr
Another one of the first floor rooms at the front of the house.
Green House 955 by Pretty Vacant, on Flickr
One of the first floor bedrooms at the rear of the house.
Green House 925 by Pretty Vacant, on Flickr
First floor bedroom overlooking small rear garden.
Green House 711 by Pretty Vacant, on Flickr
Narrow corridor from the first floor up to the smaller second floor.
Green House 440 by Pretty Vacant, on Flickr
Room overlooking large field at the front of the house.
Green House 170 by Pretty Vacant, on Flickr
Four-poster bedroom where Derelict Divas scared the shit outa me…was good to meet you dudes...and a 90’s oldskool shout out to djflava
Green House 158 by Pretty Vacant, on Flickr
I love the fox.
downstairs green house 408 by Pretty Vacant, on Flickr
downstairs green house 388 by Pretty Vacant, on Flickr
Somebody was watching me…
downstairs green house 337 by Pretty Vacant, on Flickr
downstairs green house 312 by Pretty Vacant, on Flickr
I wasn’t being paranoid, I was being watched.
downstairs green house 290 by Pretty Vacant, on Flickr
downstairs green house 286 by Pretty Vacant, on Flickr
Green House 516 by Pretty Vacant, on Flickr
Up a narrow staircase and creeping around the hole in the floor, up to the second level which had only 2 small rooms on the right hand side of the house…the second floor on the left of the house had more rooms and was quiet a little maze.
Green House 970 by Pretty Vacant, on Flickr
Second level room on the left side at the front of the house…these were smaller interlocking rooms.
Green House 695 by Pretty Vacant, on Flickr
Second level room, which interlocks with other rooms.
Green House 670 by Pretty Vacant, on Flickr
Green House 585 by Pretty Vacant, on Flickr
Second floor rear bedroom.
Green House 1017 by Pretty Vacant, on Flickr
Green House 1233 by Pretty Vacant, on Flickr
Green House 1249 by Pretty Vacant, on Flickr
downstairs green house 189 by Pretty Vacant, on Flickr
Front door leading into a small entrance hall.
downstairs green house 107 by Pretty Vacant, on Flickr
The arched entrance hall.
downstairs green house 178 by Pretty Vacant, on Flickr
Ground floor room at the front of the house, with another piano. I wondered what it must have been like if the people that lived here all played at the same time.
downstairs green house 150 by Pretty Vacant, on Flickr
Another one of the ground floor front rooms. It is possible that the lady in this photograph is the owner of the house, as she appears in many photographs on all three levels of the house.
downstairs green house 143 by Pretty Vacant, on Flickr
downstairs green house 132 by Pretty Vacant, on Flickr
downstairs green house 095 by Pretty Vacant, on Flickr
downstairs green house 035 by Pretty Vacant, on Flickr
Rear room on the ground floor.
downstairs green house 023 by Pretty Vacant, on Flickr
Well I hope you enjoyed my little tour of Crow Manor.
A friend tried to visit here about a week ago and saw the police there. Apparently the neighbors had been calling them every day, he said workmen were there putting up boarding. So if you plan to visit consider this if you are coming from afar.
Be lucky folks