Rural Urbex: Y Coed

Following on from @slobberchops recent upload of this place, here is my visit from 2018.

At the time there was a house, a shed and two caravans to entertain me. Access just a dirt track, now overgrown

Not ideal for one’s suspension.

.....or anything else for that matter!

“Y Coed”, literal translation; “the trees”, got to be the most apt house name in the world ever!

Not so much “climbing through windows “ on this one; more slithering on ones belly as the access was a small casement at ground level, fun times head first to drop on to what I was praying would be a solid enough table, in the pitch black back kitchen.

It was!

If as was the case here, every window is boarded up the wearing of a head torch is the secret. I wasn’t paying attention, if I had seen at the time, the size of that fucking spider, I would have been straight back out that window, running all the way back to my car squealing like a girlie ( oooh! Sexist).

Mind you if that had been the case I would have missed all the treasure........

.........and the wonderful collection of 80’s porn, that turned what would have been a 30 minute visit into at least an hour ahem ahem!

It was everywhere! Now the guy who lived here died in 2016, in a nursing home, aged 78 yrs. I guess he led the bachelor life, the way he wanted. Good luck to him. I really don’t know how he had the time to do his garden, nor enjoy motor cycling.

Hmm! So bashing the bishop now counts as education?

It’s been 2 years between the death and my mooch, no way would this decay happen in such a short period of time, I guess he was resident in the care home for a number of years.

Books, stacks of books

I resisted the temptation

I’m wondering if this was a generational home?

Two sewing vintage machines, perhaps belonging to his mother Evelyn. An interesting collection of gun magazines, seem to end in around 2006, this ties in more with the decay.

I recognise a cut throat razor when I see one,bemused at the object next to it???

Just time to peruse the caravans and shed

Lovely weathering, also as I found out to my cost was the floor as my size 10 (U.K. size) went straight through, thankfully I wasn’t wearing flip flops but a sensible pair of sturdy safety boots and thick hiking socks. There is more to being in the Boy Scouts than playing with ones woggle:

behave in the back puhlease!
A woggle was the braided leather ring that was worn on the neckerchief.

An early colour telly, with pre programmed buttons for Biased Broadcasting Corporation 1&2 and ITV 1&2. Now that’s technology at its finest.

A vintage wireless, the sort those if a certain age will remember lying next to on a Sunday evening between 6 and 7pm, cassette player to hand ready to tape “pick of the pops”. The original “downloading’.

This was a double take, I found an exact same one 6 months earlier mooching in a place in mid wales. It’s a small world.

Dinner is served

Rather you than me, urghhh!

It popped open, I was hoping for something interesting, or at least more mucky mags

Wallpaper, who keeps wallpaper in a suitcase? What a let down.

Still some interesting stuff in the shed,

A rocker box cover, wheel rim and speedo off an old Morris minor, 90 mph, yes with a tail wind and going downhill.

1920’s scholastic books, way before David popped out into the world, must have belonged to his father Norman, it has to be a generational home, surely.

Sheeeeit! This guy loved his pork shoulder!

And what about this lovely lady

Kind of reminds me of a girl I once knew. I wonder where she is now.