I considered calling this 'clusterfuck farm' and in a way its kind of pointless making up a code name at all. This is because its possibly the worst example I've known of how posting all over social media can ruin a place in an unbelievably short time. It ended up being passed around more people than Covid-19 (possibly) and many of these were the wrong type of people (definitely). When I first saw the photos it was clearly not your average abandoned house in the UK, and I had an inkling that I had to get there ASAP despite it being a 6 hour round trip. Within three days the vintage pram and toy horse pictured here had been stolen and subsequently many more items have either been destroyed or disappeared.
I don't know much of the back story but word has it that Mary passed away a few years ago and two sons are locked in a dispute over whether to sell the property or not. There isn't much in the way of personal memorabilia although a wedding invitation was dated 2015. This was quite surprising given how, in general, you could imagine that the house had lain untouched for a lot longer, especially given how much dust there was. And the mice were not fazed at all with my presence. From looking at the furniture and the bathroom it seems that many, many years ago no expense was spared at the time.
I don't know much of the back story but word has it that Mary passed away a few years ago and two sons are locked in a dispute over whether to sell the property or not. There isn't much in the way of personal memorabilia although a wedding invitation was dated 2015. This was quite surprising given how, in general, you could imagine that the house had lain untouched for a lot longer, especially given how much dust there was. And the mice were not fazed at all with my presence. From looking at the furniture and the bathroom it seems that many, many years ago no expense was spared at the time.