Abandoned Places and Travelling

abandoned places and travelling
Abandoned Places and Travelling to see them

I have always been fascinated with abandoned places and travelling. I think this in part stems from my childhood love of fear and mystery. I would relish the opportunity to jump through broken windows, squeeze through cracks and slightly ajar doors and creep into dark cellars.

An old friend of mine lived next door to an immense abandoned Farm house in Shropshire, Last I heard it was put up for sale for an asking price of £1,000,000 so you get an idea of the sheer grandness of the building.
As children we would sneak into the house and play for hours exploring new areas and never quite plucking up the courage to enter the huge dark cellar.
There were many stair cases and different quarters including an extensive servants quarter, many parts of the house we never dared entered as adjoining corridors had fallen floors, sheer terror was also a huge deterrent. The third floor was particularly scary, I remember.
I have documented many locations since but this stands out as I spent many days of my childhood here and can probably attribute this house to my love of exploring derelict properties as an adult.

  I went back there while at college to take some quick snaps for a project I was working on.

abandoned places and travelling
Close to my childhood home lies another abandoned building, a lonely chapel shrouded by forest which for years was a place of intrigue for me. Never managing to get inside, my curiosity grew. I would spend hours playing there and trying to find an entrance via vents, windows and underground crypts.
 I spent hours playing there with friends in the abandoned graveyard, scaring passing dog walkers and daring friends to enter the cellar via some old crumbly stairs into the forest floor.

I finally got a look inside years later when my parents took over the property and converted it into a showroom for their rocking horses.


Seeing inside after 21 years of curiosity was fascinating to say the least. There was, and still is, a wooden church donation box on the wall still containing shillings and farthings, A large Victorian photograph of church goers on the wall, old bibles lying around and many other fascinating historical artifacts. We still have the many pews and other church furniture including a beautiful alter.

There is something eerie yet addictive about forgotten places, a reminder of how short our time on earth is and how insignificant our material surroundings and possessions are, yet they live on without us.

My father took me exploring to many abandoned places as I grew up, I learnt all the sneaky tricks of skulking around in derelict properties and later went on to conduct many photographic projects around this medium at college and university.
Joe has accompanied me on many of my projects and explorations and he too now has a keen interest on the topic.

We have researched may properties around Europe that we intend on visiting and hopefully posting our findings here on the blog!

Below are some example of my various projects.

‘The world changes, much that once was is lost and none now live who remember it’.

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