I usually find the places I explore on my way past them in the car, or have noticed at random while on my travels.
This house has since been bought and done up, restored to its former glory, but it stood desolate and empty for almost four decades.
The windows had been boarded up, and the house was shut up tightly but there was a hidden way in and I was careful how I went about things, so as not to disturb anything or anyone.
I clambered in and took a few photos before my camera died disturbingly early…
This is just a small post to show the things sadly left forgotten by the previous owners, who I am told by a neighbour, passed away suddenly of an illness that left them no time to write a will- chaos ensued with the three children arguing over who would have the family home, and nothing was decided, leaving it rotting and falling apart while the feuding siblings lived within view of the once happy family home..
It was a stunning place to wander around and had so much detail with thousands of things to look at, like stepping into someone else’s life, touching things that were once much loved. I think it was that, that made it quite so sad- The knowledge that these things were forgotten because of a sudden tragedy and had not felt the touch of a loving hand for almost forty years. I look around me now at the things that I own.. My great great grandmother’s cabinet, by beloved books, my tea sets, my paintings, the candelabra that my grandfather made, my crystal ball, my old cameras and pictures… What would happen to these things if anything happened to me? Would other people love them as much, or even be curious as to the origin of them? Would they be left to rot like the poor items in this house?
Food for thought!
I hope you like these photos- it was a privilege to step into the forgotten life of somebody else for a few hours.