“What’s that old shitheap of a place”, I exclaimed to @anidiotexplores excitedly pointing in the direction of the passenger seat and almost displacing his nose.
Having left Pigeonshit Manor we were on our way to a remote farm when that intoxicating visage of broken windows and decaying masonry entered my vision.
I was not expecting to see this so close to a town centre or was I? It depends which town you are talking about.
This in itself presents parking problems but we were lucky and found this particular town lets their shoppers park for free on certain days..., that day being one of them.
Patiently waiting for some dawdling annoying cops to drive away we gazed upon the spectacle of what we would name.., ‘The Slaughterhouse’.
No, it’s not the set for the SAW movies though I wish what you were reading did contain that level of drama.
We call them abattoirs in the UK, places to kill animals before consumption. It’s not a particularly nice subject to discuss and I will leave the ethics right here.
At this point, it was simply an old derp and we had no clue what it was used for. A little post research by @anidiotexplores revealed this fact.
It was never going to be an issue getting in the grounds or the property, the owner has long given up trying to secure this one.
This fucked up house miraculously contained stairs that you could walk up that were even quite stable.
That was about as far as we dared get, the floors looking a little too shaky for my liking.
There was more to this Slaughterhouse complex than the house. I wonder if the ‘butcher’ family lived here and did their bloody work next door?
Those tiles would prove useful, nice and easy to wash off the oodles of blood.
I could see this was one of those places where I would struggle to find little clues to the existence of mankind unless you count old power sockets.
There were a series of small little houses each containing loose bricks, rubble, dirt, and crap, and don't forget the muck and shit. Are you starting to get the picture?
It does make for some quite photogenic scenes though.
I was almost relieved to find a sign with English language text attached to it. Tobacco-laced hands would surely attach some extra flavour to the beasts?
I do like my serious close-up decay shots with a healthy dose of old vintage spider’s webs.
To break the monotony I did contemplate climbing the iron steps only to find several of the lower ones missing. @anidiotexplores struggled a bit, got stung by those prickly things and did eventually ascend only to report bugger all at the top.
You would not think this old abattoir is so central looking at this set of photographs.
We walked around the back for an alternative view and discovered the premises perched right next to a fast-flowing river.
Did they ever throw unused animal parts through the windows? It always makes me wonder, or is it my unbalanced imagination on overdrive again?
Considering it was a 'freebie' and drive-by as we call them we could hardly complain about the 'quality'. A derp is a derp, and you can bet this ahem.. gem is off the radar.
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'Tales of the Urban Explorer'
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