Visited with a packet of jelly babies.
The last week has been an amalgamation of sewing, knitting, hospital visits and burning myself with my new glue gun. I was pissed off with what I was making for the first time ever and decided some easy, local explores were what was needed for some relaxation.
First stop today was just down the road in Stockport and then I went on to have a mooch around the air raid shelters. Most Wankered did a special ghost hunt here so that particular feature has dominated most of the search engines when I was looking for some history to copy and paste into here....hence, no history.
I was just about to go into the mortuary when I looked over my shoulder and saw a contractor in high-vis with his back to me, getting something out of his car boot. RETREAT RETREAT!!!! In an exaggerated tip toe run across the forecourt, I managed to hide in a patch of trees until he was gone.
Sorry the photos are merde but franchement mon cher, je m'en fous
The computer that I usually upload the photos to was all unplugged so I uploaded them to photobucket and edited them on there. Safe to say, I WON'T be doing it again.
outhouse expulsion
fridges
chapel of rest
C.O.R
exterieurrrr
Halt! Das ist vorboten!
chair convention
ward
ward
Everyone's favourite brand of sluice machine
Probably some poltergeists playing with tables
ward
stairs
ward
Where the bad children are kept
Go Johnny go go go!
Gahhhh-I can't escape the stuff
me
The Bee Gees?
boxes+ward
ward+boxes
The last week has been an amalgamation of sewing, knitting, hospital visits and burning myself with my new glue gun. I was pissed off with what I was making for the first time ever and decided some easy, local explores were what was needed for some relaxation.
First stop today was just down the road in Stockport and then I went on to have a mooch around the air raid shelters. Most Wankered did a special ghost hunt here so that particular feature has dominated most of the search engines when I was looking for some history to copy and paste into here....hence, no history.
I was just about to go into the mortuary when I looked over my shoulder and saw a contractor in high-vis with his back to me, getting something out of his car boot. RETREAT RETREAT!!!! In an exaggerated tip toe run across the forecourt, I managed to hide in a patch of trees until he was gone.
Sorry the photos are merde but franchement mon cher, je m'en fous
The computer that I usually upload the photos to was all unplugged so I uploaded them to photobucket and edited them on there. Safe to say, I WON'T be doing it again.outhouse expulsion
fridges
chapel of rest
C.O.R
exterieurrrr
Halt! Das ist vorboten!
chair convention
ward
ward
Everyone's favourite brand of sluice machine
Probably some poltergeists playing with tables
ward
stairs
ward
Where the bad children are kept
Go Johnny go go go!
Gahhhh-I can't escape the stuff
me
The Bee Gees?
boxes+ward
ward+boxes
