The Lake House

 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 mortuary.


So this house has been bandied about as a murder house because of a connection between the last owners relative being killed. However, the “murder” occurred elsewhere, no one was killed here. I don’t understand why people exaggerate for clout. 






The house has been undergoing renovations, it’s a Grade II Listed Building, but it seems work has stopped for a while. The downstairs is really dark and has lots of original features as far as I can tell, there was one room full of stuff that you can see in the first picture, the others were pretty bare save for a few bits like a piano, stereo and a lovely old clock.




 


I spent a while here but was very on edge because I was convinced I had been seen entering the grounds.  If I was with someone I would have probably spent some time having a good look at the stuff in the first room but I just wanted to leave as soon as i could.



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