RxQueen74 Urbex Adventures

 Look at this place, these photos were taken in 2022 I went back at the weekend and this is the state it is now in  Why? What pleasure does anyone get from completely trashing places? OK so it’s an abandoned place but it still deserves the same level of respect as any other building. Would you do this to your own home? No, so why would you do it to this place?  By you I’m just generalising not accusing. Lots of abandoned buildings become a hub for graffiti artists and shit taggers and those who think it’s funny, clever and original to spray racist words and symbols all over walls.  I have news for you latter idiots with spray cans, it’s shit. It makes you look like the kind of person who has a rusty fridge freezer and a natty old sofa been sat in your front garden for 6 years, gutter scum.  Graffiti artists do amazing work, you don’t. Of course an abandoned building will attract people who hang out in there with their mates, that’s fine, we all need our own spac...

 At the weekend I went here on my own.  Fun trying to get into the grounds, situated on a busy road with direct neighbours I wanted to go via the back way I had been told about.  After waiting for numerous dog walkers to go past I managed to get beyond the fence to be greeted with a forest of nettles.  I couldn’t find a way past them so had to go through the front.  Of course more dog walkers appeared and I had to crouch to hide, bloody dog came over sniffing around looking at me crouched in nettles getting stung on the arse. Eventually it buggered off and I got back out. Getting in via the front was equally as fun because a man decided right then that he needed to load his van, eventually I made a run for it and was in.  Once I checked around the outside for anybody I found a handy opening and was in.   The first thing I see as I leave the really dark room I had come in by were these fridges, I’ve never seen anything like this before it reminded me of...

 A very recent explore from the weekend just gone.  Paranoid Bob isn’t really called Bob, although he may well have been paranoid.  He is an author and during the Cold War era he had shipping containers dug into the grounds of his house and fitted it out as a nuclear bunker. I’ve been here before a few years ago when you could literally walk in and down to the bunker.  There was lots of equipment down there like radiation meters, a television and bullets.  Now it’s been robbed and trashed.  Getting in is no longer simple, someone placed a load of old trees over the entrance to discourage people going there and the entry sealed but someone has managed to make a way in, you have to slide through a hole that’s been dug that brings you on to the stairs where a delightful bunch of cave spiders are hanging out on the ceiling. Thankfully cave spiders tend to ignore people. Bob thought of absolutely everything down there, there’s a blast door, decontamination room,...

 A few years ago I had the opportunity to go and explore Talgarth Hospital.  Myself, my daughter and two others went up there early one morning.  Long arse drive but the beauty of Wales once you cross the bridge is amazing, I’d love to live there one day. Once there we had to find a way in, there’s a guy who lives around there who does his best to make access difficult and chase off explorers.  Being on a public footpath and a nice morning I think most of the village were wandering around the perimeter.  We found an open window that was a struggle to climb in for me, I had to be basically shoved through into a room with most of the floor missing and what floor there was covered in animal shit.  The man who believes he is the Guardian apparently likes smearing animal crap around any possible entrances.  Anyway, we were in and gonna get filthy so a bit of manure wasn’t going to stop us. This place was a mess, years of standing empty and open to the eleme...

 I love this place.  It’s like stepping back in time, which a lot of places i visit are but there’s something really nostalgic about the shop. It reminds me of when I was a kid and there was a local shop just like this that sold everything. There were rows of glass display cabinets that had clothing, shoes, trinkets etc in them.  I recall the owners being very well spoken, a bit posh and vaguely recall one of them constantly cleaning the display cabinets with a yellow duster.  Funny what sticks in your mind.  Lucy’s shop I guess would have been pretty much the same just on a smaller scale.  I’ve no idea who Lucy is and if it was her shop, I’ve never been able to find information to confirm this. The shop and adjoining house are on a pretty busy residential street and you just have to go for it to get in otherwise you would be waiting all day for the street to be empty.  Residents seem to turn a blind eye to explorers here.   This place had everyth...