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  1. I'd forgotten about this set for quite a while First location on the big ass bergwerk trip. No history sadly, sometimes it's hard to get the information on these euro sites. Proper nice church though, it's a shame all the pews are smashed up. I have seen some pictures from 2013 and everything was in place. The pictures here are older so they may not be as up to scratch as recent Here they are: cheers
  2. ...or to give it it's proper title, the 'Holy f**king s**t this is epic' Grain Elevator. After finding the most unassuming but amazing breakfast spot ever where I ate possibly the best toasted bacon and egg breakfast sandwich I have ever eaten I knew that it was going to be a good day. This place is massive. And I mean truly MAHOOOOSIVE. The elevators at Silo City in Buffalo are the only things comparable in size to this behemoth which towers over everything in the neighbourhood. The ascent to the top floors where all the interest lies involves a dizzying, disorientating spiral staircase in a pitch black metal tube that takes you to the level above the vast silos, and then numerous staircases up to the roof - tiring stuff but the rewards are totally worth it. I soon forgot about my aching legs as once again I found myself somewhere in which I literally didn't know where to point the camera at first, everywhere I looked I saw something I needed to investigate. So here are some photos of what I saw. Thanks for looking, more here https://www.flickr.com/photos/mookie427/sets/72157651177326707/
  3. Wasn't going to bother with a report as to be fair there may be one from about 4 years ago from me,well it was this mixed with another place.. Anyhow its sunday and im so very bored so here's some pics from a recent less crowded trip Brief stolen history Pictors And an odd portrait one cos i dont have another to match it up Nothing new by any means but i was killing time in here so be rude not to grab some more updated pics
  4. After our visit to a very secret court location (here- http://www.oblivionstate.com/forum/showthread.php/6948-dA-ep1c-cort-toR-daT-n01-haz-seeN-Sheffield-Feb-2014 ) we went to an almost unknown area up the road, epic splores were had. And for those who get botred easily, there is a story here. Thigs were epic. There were windows. And pins. Some graff. And bottles. Rustyderpface took a picture. Of Butt Knives And she threatened Beardlass So he called his mum. The End
  5. Here is a case in point of not discounting something that looks a bit crap at first glance. In very close proximity to Power Plant I is a pair of other buildings, and me being me I wanted to check them out as well. So we find a way into this one, and instantly I realise I don't recognise it from anywhere, there are things I've never seen photos of online not even on Belgian forums. I move upstairs, the next two floors consist of nothing except large holes where equipment used to be - but I push on upwards, and suddenly realise I'm stood in an almost totally intact Maltery - confirming my suspicions that the three buildings that formed this part of a much larger site were a totally separate operation to the rest. I love places like this, they're my favourite sort of industrial location and I wasn't lying to the others when I said I could have spent all day in there photographing it, but as we were pushed for time I was more rushed than I'd have liked I reckon most people who had a look in here got to the floor with nothing in it and turned around.... We didn't actually have a look in the 3rd building but by a quick glance it didn't look as good as the other two - I'm probably wrong though, one for next time A few more here http://www.flickr.com/photos/mookie427/sets/72157638433899485/ This is one location I hope to revisit next time as I think it has so much more to give.
  6. On the West side of the Yorkshire Pennines sits the village of Diggle, which has a history of sheep farming and weaving. It's idyllic location is very popular with walkers, especially on the canal which runs parallel with the site. ​It was formerly known as the Dobcross Loom Works. This is how it used to look...... A substantial amount of original buildings have already been demolished, which is a shame as they were used for munitions in WW1 , and for making parts for Russian Subs in WW2. Now there's just vast amounts of rubble. The main building is commonly known as The Cathedral, and grade 2 listed. She's a beauty for sure There's trouble at mill though? http://www.oldham-chronicle.co.uk/news-features/8/news-headlines/82937/diggle-confirmed-for-new-school Rumor has it that the rather majestic Cathedral may bite the dust regardless of it's stature. Personally I wouldn't trust Oldham Council's decision making. It's not rocket science to work out how many buildings have been lost under their care. The former Cotton Mills for one. But that's another story Sorry to digress there peeps. Normal service now ensues. At the rear, the Cathedral is connected to the main complex via this rather splendid looking overhead walkway. Parts of the site are still live (probably rented out) and when you start hearing voices close by during your explore, It can make for squeeky bum time. The overhead walkway from the inside looking towards the Cathedral. Sadly locked at that end. Empty sheds! A nice space all the same. Switch Gear Room. Comes complete with crusty flying rat shit. Some nice pipeage. Looks a though someone left in a hurry. Maybe they were heading here.... Mmmmm, the being careless book. The boys room........ ......that doesn't seem to have seen this sign in a while! Talking of signs!! I think It's safe to say, That this one doesn't apply anymore either! The obligatory reflection shot on the way out. Not a bad way to spend a couple of hours. So It's adios from a lonesome rocker. ​Ta for looking
  7. So after what has seemed like years of waiting and watching every explorer and their uncle get to taste the derelict delights Europe has to offer finally it was the turn of our motley group (bar Mookster the jammy sod as it feels like he's been over here more times than I've had hot dinners) to head on over the pond. After barreling down the A12 from Essex and snatching up Jess, Mookster and I from the arsehole end of London, known to the locals as Orpington and to everyone else as 'don't go there, especially after dark' our heroic party consisting of the already mentioned loonies as well as Ant_43 (aka Gorilla Face) and our noble driver Bones Out (aka Bones Out) arrived at our destination and the beginning of what was to be our grand European Urbex Adventure. In Dover. Arriving perhaps a little earlier than planned (our train wasn't leaving until 11pm) a few quick local explorers were hastily arranged beginning with perhaps truly the greatest explore ever known to mankind, the veritable mansion known as Bushy Ruff House. This glorious site, built in 1797, is still in tip-top mint condition and comes with all it's original features such as walls and holes for windows, even some floor if you are lucky, and will leave any explorer worth his salt speechless, even ones jaded by the past glories of sites such as Pyestock will see they but pale in comparison to this mighty edifice. Worth the journey down alone. Highly recommended. "OK guys, everyone point to the best explore you have EVER done!" So dazzled were we by Bushy Ruff's radiance we at first completely walked past it trying to find the bloody thing, ending up on a sheer path overlooking some tennis courts and finally in someones back garden before one member of our party helpfully pointed out that perhaps the crumbling burnt out pile we initially dismissed in the first instance was the site we were looking for all along. So back we go, acquiring along the way some strange looks from the locals playing in said courts. Like they've never seen 5 explorers loaded with camera gear getting hopelessly lost thirty feet from a derp before. Tssh. Bellies full of fish and chips and now with a train to catch we bid adios to dear ol’ Blighty and the very confused seagull trying to hitch a lift from the queuing cars. Through the night we drive and through various stages of consciousness I slumbered until we finally arrive at stupid o’clock to our weekends first foray into continental exploring, Grand Moulins, an impressive gothic structure I have fuck all photos of. Yes, after an hour or two of me enjoying a pleasant mooch in the dark around the grounds stupidly waiting for the sun to creep up over the horizon so I could finally get some outside shots without having to use my clumpy tripod and my camera now finally half way out my bag our visit was somewhat interrupted by the local fuzz, one of whom was, as has already been pointed out in past reports, a total babe. Thankfully more amused than annoyed the six officers escorted us back to our car which by this point had been completely boxed in by very official looking police vehicles and another half a dozen coppers. Clearly it was a quiet night for the Lile force. After giving Jess a half hearted telling off (she being the only one who could speak french all the rest of us could do was just try and look as sheepish as possible) we were free to leave which we did. Quickly. So, onto the explores. DAY ONE Doel A graffiti artists wet dream, Doel is an abandoned village North of Antwerp. Mostly brought up by the port wanting to expand, and left to ruin while the few residents that now remain slowly trickle out, it is now awaiting demolition but in the mean time this unique explore has become a living street art gallery with some of the finest examples of graffiti I have ever seen. A finer place as any to mooch, the vast amount of space available to freely wander meant the group split up and met back up again several times. You could quite easily spend an entire day here but we had other fish to fry so just a very enjoyable morning it was to be. Bones Out lending a helpful hand by scaring away Doel's last few remaining residents. No explanation required. Du Parc I rather arrogantly thought this place was a shit hole. Possibly me literally stepping in a pile of shit and skidding for a good couple of feet, nearly taking out Ant in the process, swayed my opinion of it somewhat. Most of the explore I spent sulking with my camera firmly in my bag incase of any more poop related incidents but looking at the shots the others in the group came back with I can see that perhaps I was a tad hasty in rushing to my judgement of this site. It does have some photographic potential. (It’s also a shit hole.) I do like this picture I took though. One of the few things left standing in there. Tapioca House Now we are talking. Possibly my favourite site from our little weekend away. Greeted by a local walking her dogs while we were all standing conspicuously outside the site with our big fuck off camera bags and tripods doing everything but whistling and looking aimlessly up at the sky in trying not to look like we were until about a second before planning on nipping around the fence and rolling on in. Thankfully she was very understanding of our very obvious mental illness and spoke briefly about the site before bidding us good day and thus our planned entry continued undisturbed. I spent a worryingly long amount of time in here and no doubt frustrated the hell out of the rest of the party who probably just wanted to take a few shots and bugger off but with this site being the way it was and me a self described ‘stuff photographer’ I was well and truly in my element and it would have taken an armed swot team descending on the site to get me to leave before I was well and truly done (which thankfully for me, but not for the rest of my group, never happened). Mook meanwhile was having a little kip in the car. Just because. In most of the rooms I got so caught up in taking close up shots I forgot to take any wides. Doh. Hofstadt Swimming Stadium Last stop of the day, Hofstadt Swimming Stadium, which was an unusual little explore with not a whole lot happening but still made for a couple of nice snaps and a chance to explore in the fresh air and baking hot Belgian sunshine for a change. Bumped into some fellow explorers here. Pretentious arty shot ahoy!
  8. Part of the 'Scotland weekend tour' Explored with : Scattergun Sickbag, Jonathan Tattersall, Peterc4, PROJ3CTM4YH3M, Laura StarUe Light & Mr Distopia Last stop on the Scottish express was this behemoth of a factory. The place is literally falling to pieces, along with being destroyed by the local 'thugz' Saying that, I still found it to be a great, relaxed explore, and a perfect way to finish the weekend. Expertly guided around the place by Sickbag Scattergun, who was one of many new faces met on this trip, all great guys + girl This place definitely left it's mark on me......a ruddy great gash to the leg, along with claiming another 2 casualties. Ahhh the joys of UE Gray, Dunn & Co the bakers and biscuit manufacturers was founded in 1853 and received a Royal Warrant from Queen Victoria. The firm's factory was built in Stanley Street in Kinning Park in 1862 but destroyed by fire thirteen years later and had to be rebuilt. In addition to biscuits, Gray, Dunn & Co baked cakes and bread at Kinning Park. The firm was acquired by Bilsland Brothers in 1912. Today, Gray, Dunn & Co's colourful biscuit tins are collectors items. Well enough chat, on with the pics, hope you like, and be kind as this is my first post on here
  9. Splored with Skeleton Key, Lara, Trog and Peaches Crookham Court stands on the former site of Crookham manor house, built around the start of 14th century and destroyed in 1543, and subsequently Crookham House which was demolished around 1850. The construction of the current building started around this time and continued in two more phases over the next fifty years. It’s served several purposes such as a manor house, a junior school and a school for children of people serving at Greenham Common. It was abandoned for some time after the US Air Force left the area and purchased in 1961 when it was used as a boarding school until 1990 In 1988 three of the teaching staff were sentenced to a total of 26 years in prison for the long term sexual abuse of pupils, the school closed in 1989 and in 2012 another teacher, and then United Nations Head of Security in Kosovo was jailed for four years after a pupil filed complaints with police after informing his counseller of the abuse from his teenage years Yup, like some of the staff here would lend you 10p to phone Esther After we got out to get the externals we got spotted and gave it legs, we may have ended up using the neighbours garden as a short cut and found an animal graveyard, Pet Sematary or what?
  10. Blowing the dust of my urbex files ....been along time sitting on my computer thought id pop out of retirement and share an experience. Villa Dennis ....we drove right past this place , glancing back to the left i heard a shout OI is that it !!!! Yup 4sure that be it Ok middle of the week do we, don't we, heard tales of the owner being 200 yards down the road so we parked up on the opposite side of the road and collected our thoughts on the matter......also theres a blue car parked right outside the front of the villa .Now not knowing the location or the country i decide to drive down and park right in front of the villa to check out said blue car .Cloaked up is on a mission scouting about the car he sees bath panels also the front window is open FUCK ....renovation springs to mind , he returns to the car (thinking caps on ) cough cough splutter splutter sip of beer erm erm .....0k reach forward remove tom tom form screen, i say to clocked up ...dude go knock on the door and ask directions for Brussels ....without question he does .....this were things get really fucked up low and behold someone opens the front door lol whos stood in front of us ....1.the owner 2.the police 3.a farmer nah only a local urbexer who is just there for a mooch with no camera later after a chat i found it to be Carina Verbist....nice to meet you on with the explore and the photos 1. 2. 3. 4. 5. 6. 7. 8. 9. 10. 11. 12. 13. 14. 15. 16. 17. 18. Thanks for looking Mr.Oldskool (maybe back in the game or maybe not)
  11. Afternoon all, Did this place in 2012 and did enjoy the place. I know some of you know it as red dress manor. We did the usual and got in there before sunrise so went for a wander around and then sat in the dark for hour. On with some photos. Already seen some crackers on here so will shaare something a little different. #1 #2 #3 #4 #5 #6 #7 #8 - need to rework this one #9 #10 #11 #12 Thanks for looking in.
  12. This was one of those places that I had wanted to do for nearly two years, right on my doorstep but very put off by the knowledge that their was a live in caretaker and a little story of the fate of the splorers who tried before us, nuff said ]Splored with Skeleton Key and Jayne Doe. I normally mooch, but this time I crept, creeping almost cartoon like, knowing that every creaking floorboard or squeaky door might alert the caretaker who lived on the 3rd floor. Walking down one of the corridors in the gloom actually reminded me of a film that I had seen a few years back. Derelict Hotel?? Live in Caretaker?? I expected to turn the corner and see these two Anyway, enough of the rambling, on with the history, grab yourself a coffee, this goes on a bit!!! The History Built circa 1719 by the mason Christopher Cass for a Mr Robert Chester who was a director of The South Sea Company. The Grade II listed building was passed down through the generations and across the family tree like any other country manor[ and nothing interesting is documented there until the 20th century when the Special Operations Executive (SOE) set up a base there and in its final years was a hotel sitting in 80 acres with its own golf course The rest of this report is extracts from an interview with one of the SOE workers (Stolen from the BBC) In the early years of the war, I, a young R.E. officer, was given the job by SOE HQ in Baker Street, London, of starting up and running a forgery unit, with the object of providing forged documents for our agents operating with the various underground Resistance movements in occupied Europe. "We occupied the cellars of this country house, while above ground and in the surrounding countryside, Polish officers and NCOs were being trained with German weapons and plastic explosive to become saboteurs ." "My staff originally consisted of just three Polish civilians, only one of whom spoke any English, who had probably been doing similar work in Poland before the war. But with the recruitment of Sapper technicians from the RE Survey companies, a handwriting expert from New Scotland Yard, an engraver from de la Rue the stamp and banknote printers and some additional machinery, we were able to get into production." img]http://i1143.photobucket.com/albums/n630/nellyurbex2/SOE%20Manor/IMG_9577e.jpg "We fully realised that agents lives were at risk who used our documents, so every effort was made to ensure that the latter looked really authentic. To this end, no expense was spared, and even if only a couple of hundred identity cards for a job were required, we would think nothing of having tons of special board or paper made. We faithfully reproduced all the imperfections on the original document that we had obtained from our agents, and had, at times, to age certain documents artificially to make them look genuinely old." "Certainly we were able to forge practically anything our agents brought back; but the job had also to have a less serious side at times." "On one such occasion, the FANNYS at the adjoining Free French station had decided to throw a party, and we decided that for this, we would produce a couple of hundred copies of the then current five pound English banknote, substituting Brigadier Gubbin's portrait and signature for that of the Governor of the Bank of England - as the banknote was only printed in black, this was easy to forge, and during the course of the evening, we dropped the notes onto the dance floor from a balcony. The Brigadier was amused, but warned us to make sure none of them finished up in the hands of the Police!" "We had to smile too, when, on another occasion, some of the Polish would-be saboteurs were sent out on a demolition exercise, when they were supposed to blow up a spare bit of railway line that was lying near the main London-Cambridge line. With somewhat misplaced zeal however, they fixed the explosive to the rails on the main line itself, and blew it up, causing the line to be out of commission for half a day. Fortunately, no one was hurt, but our OC, a Ghurkha major, was none too pleased!" "In 1942, SOE HQ decided to experiment with the dropping of office-type printing machinery by parachute, in the hope that if this was successful, these machines could be got to the Resistance to produce seditious literature on the spot and make things more difficult for the Germans." "So, one bright, sunny, summer day found a circle of officers, including a number of 'brass hats' from London, gathered in a circle round the intended dropping zone in the grounds" "I was one of those present, and standing next to me was a good looking young Scotsman dressed in a kilt; to our mutual surprise, we found that we had both been in the same class at Kelvinside Academy in Glasgow many years before the war, and before I and my family moved South. I did remember his surname, Torrance, but before I could ask him to remind me what his Christian name was, the drop had taken place, and it was too late"
  13. I am pretty sure everyone has been to or knows this place so not going into all the details other than its a deep shelter. Very quick visit with snaphappi and his son.
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