Pärnu maakond, Estonia
Do you like my socks? I hope you do, I wore them especially for you. I hope there is not too much of a colour clash with the vivid orange detail on the footwear.
This is not product placement, but the trainers are North Face, perfect for the Urban explorer, waterproof, and breathable, with good support for the heel and arches. Great grip in slippy conditions too
Yes my friends I am standing on an Estonian back road (one of the better ones, I hasten to add!), comprised basically of hardcore and loose surface chippings. ideal for skiddy stops. Must be horrendous in the winter.
Thankfully my hire a car had tyres fitted similar to my trainers, good grip, minimises skidding when you rather excitedly depress the brake pedal as though your life depended on it.
And prey tell me, why wouldn't one slam on the anchors?
C'mon
LET'S MOOCH
Come in No.155 your time is up; a sad demise to what was a beautiful old coach, the lines are stunning by design. They don't make em like this anymore.
Oh! and here is the house, lovely weathered boards, and bless my soul I spy an open window.
Thankfully the boards were nor that weathered and supported my weight as I managed to scramble up and get my body onto the windowsill.
Problem: The window was not wide enough to get my leg cocked over.
Solution: Apply Newton's first law of motion, The Law of Inertia.
Simplified: "Fuck it, you are going in head first and there aint anything to stop you til ya til you hit the floor."
Result: There is a god, no bruises.
From the moment I landed and saw what remains of a once grand piano, I knew there would be treasure.
Let's wander room to room, soak up the ambience, live the lives of others if for just a brief moment.
Plastic table clothes, very 1960's, mother only got the cotton and lace coverings out on "High Days and Holidays" in our family home.
Being a tad messy it was better for me, as when licking the gravy spills up I didn't encounter any bits of fluff to attempt to digest.
Quite often grassed up for doing this by my brother the little shit. I would get the standard smack across the back of the head.
I was a very naughty boy.
Nothing changes
Two bedrooms, two single beds, interesting.
As was the bedside reading material
Our final room, which must have been where the family gathered, threw up some fantastic vintage furniture and a now unbalanced but what would have been wonderful centre light.
And!!! of course some treasure
An early scientific instrument? Or Kid's toy?
I wonder what birthday Gunnarile was celebrating all those years ago
Is that the time? I must be leaving, I don't want to outstay my welcome.
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