How good am I? Taught myself Estonian overnight?

Don't be so silly, I just about manage to converse in English!

No. This was more like Baltimore, a drive by; but shooting of a different kind

I was en-route to elsewhere when it caught my eye, so a quick screenshot so I knew just where the fuck I was!

For this road sadly, I would never travel again.

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Built in 1894, consecrated and devoted to St Nikolai, a miracle worker (ahem). it served the local population until 1962, it has since fallen apart to the ruins we see today.

No doubt not helped that it was used to store grain from the local communal farm.

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(Source)[http://www.maria-magdaleena.net]

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This must be the parish house.
There was also a barn for animals (gone)
A sauna, for them frisky priests, (gone)

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Not much left now, not surprising really nearly 60 yrs on since the last parishioner attended here.

Loving how some of the painted plaster still remains

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"Clean your feet"

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So, yes, with sparkling clean freshly pedicured feet, I made haste to what I now know to be the Parish House, is that the same as a vicarage?

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It looks like whatever icons were kept in the door-side niches have been purloined and probably sold at some car boot gathering.

Now how the fuck am I gonna get in here?

Hey! St. Nik, do your stuff, "Izzy Wizzy, let's get busy", "open sesame" and all that.

Oh my days!
Am I on the road to Damascus?
Divine intervention?

I only went and shoved on the door and to my utter astonishment it flew open.

I was expecting resistance, there was none.

I ended up sprawled on the floor.

Every action has an opposite and equal reaction; Newton's 3rd law of Motion.

Memo to Mr.Jenkins; affectionately referred to as "Herbie": former Head of the Science Faculty, Grove Park Grammar School for Boys:

"Fuck me Sir, you were right!"

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C'Mon, dust yourself down, stop whimpering; its only a bruised knee (and ego)

LET'S GO MOOCH

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Big empty rooms
Nice lamps

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I entered the training room, it wasn't a cabinet!

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"FURNITURE EQUIPMENT AND TOOLS", a guide i guess for the would be IKEA employee.

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The table set for lunch, the news paper 3 years old. Wonder what the last meal was?

After a big lunch what better way to relax?

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That sofa looks new and unused!!!

The Jameson's is all gone, guess when the reading tome is

"COLLECTION OF PHYSICS ISSUES AND TASKS FOR HIGH SCHOOL CLASS"

Whisky would help!

Oh hang on; maybe someone is learning about Laws of Motion and ending up on the floor like a beached fucking whale.

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Up the stairs we go, can resist it...... and straight back down, devoid of anything interesting, got to admire the floor though, that is what is known as robust.

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So it is now time to depart.

Folklore has it that good old St. Nick, has him calming a storm at sea.

Saving three innocent soldiers from wrongful execution, and......

wait for it........

Chopping down a tree possessed by a demon.

FUCK ME!

What a guy, who needs The Avengers