So parking my trusty steed at the mouth of a long disused forestry road entrance (this being the nearest road,some 1.5 miles away from my destination) I started off full of the joys of spring, The dirt track was walkable, this is going to be easy thank you Google maps
Things took a turn for the worse when said google maps suggested I cross this field and make my way into the trees.
I had not been warned that this was a bastard to get to! And this snap was taken about half way there, just before I had to navigate the first of several barbed wire topped mesh fences.
It was all up hill, the fields were tiring but doable. How anyone lived up here beats me, I had one hell of a struggle negotiating the pine woods that led me to the cottage. Which was enveloped in brambles, nettles, barbed wire fences et all, on all sides.
I could see it, but the only way in was to back track as I had come too far.
I had to sit down and recover I was wheezing like a 60a day smoker and sweating like a paedo on a bouncy castle.
“No fucking way” I said out loud to no one in particular, “how the fuck have these got here”
My life is a continuous battle between normality and the surreal.
I sat and rested thanking the Lord Shiva that there was no locked front door in place as I didn’t have the energy to climb through a missing window.
The place was mostly falling in on itself, with nothing to see.....
..... however what there was to see was yup. Surreal.
I mean we all enjoyed A VHS and a bottle of blue nun, back in the day (think Netflix and chill for the over 40’s). But this is just being obsessive.
Wardrobes optional, hell rafters will do. Obviously spent too much money on videos didn’t allow the purchase of artwork.
A few random bits
Fred’s bits and bobs
And something to watch his vids on.
And That was it, I was not relishing the walk back as it was now raining to compound my agony, shame that push n go was u/s, I could have made a Steve McQueen great escape attempt.