Coach Graveyard, Wales - June 2017

A Welsh road trip, so what could go wrong ??

Tbolt, myself and the one only known as Snapt set off in the, very, early hours of the morning and well it all went a bit League of Gentlemen.

It should be noted that the chain of bizarre events that unfolded before us fell firmly at the feet of a crazy English pensioner (did I say crazy ?) what I meant to say was deluded. Said fuckwitt currently resides in deepest Pembrokeshire luring unsuspecting explorers to his lair with false promises of urbex gold.

As my Mum once said to me "you want to be carefull on that internet, its full of fucking nutters".

So when in Wales with at least a 5 hour drive home, 7 hours for poor old Snapt, it becomes derp hunting time.

"Oh look its a coach graveyard in the middle of nowhere, apply the brakes on the car !! "


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It started to rain, again, and so we quickly returned to the car a tad wet. Snapt started up the Mystery Machine for our onward journey and we drove on into the mist.

Milford Mill, Derbyhire - July 2015

The final meeting of Team Weasel needed something of quality and for this we ventured to Derbyshire for some classic mill porn in a disused dyeing and bleach works.

A mill so good, they named the village after it.

Anyway myself, ZerO81 and the one referred to in Scotland as The Judderman The Clarty Wee Beastie decided to have a poke round this lovely place and finally test out my first aid kit with a bit of "man down, man down !" before the demolition squad move in this coming September.

First things first, we presumed the respirator was optional and so wandered in with our eyes open for prowling gas mask goons and HDR monkeys - thankfully none to be found, although a local gentleman whom loitered began ponder why three grown men of mature years would wish to potter in such a place.

Six areas are available for explorers - these range from ooh nice, boringly empty, yum, excellent, tank porn heaven and ending with boring pigeon poo derpington - so lets have a butchers on what Judderman is calling his favorite explore of the year, thus far (he skipped the boring pigeon poo derpington bit to be honest).

So on with the mooch.....



 

All in all a rather wonderful explore, so I'm giving the place a 9/10, a gem of a place which will be lost forever come September.

All photos of scantily clad women are as found on the premises and represent the changing views of acceptable working practices within the UK workplace and should be viewed as such, now being historical documents and not viewed as "lovely plumage squire!".


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Hartington Cheese Factory - March 2015

Cheese factory, I couldn't resist.

Back in the late 1990s I had a dream, a cheese dream. A friend and I wanted to be cheese magnets and we planned to open two cheese stalls on England's premier open market, Bury Market in Lancashire.

We found prime locations at either end of the market to maximize sales with our bespoke cheese emporiums. We brain stormed for a name, culminating after weeks (minutes) of deliberation with a simply inspired name to reflect our positioning in the market - Chris and Bob's Cheesy Ends.

Sadly our dreams crumbled and we never became big cheeses.

Anyway cheese factory, yes ! Time to get Team Weasel back together - myself, ZerO81 and the one only known as the Judderman.

Destination Derbyshire, Hartington Creamery home of the King's Stilton, named after King George V who had awarded a Royal Warrant to the factory for the manufacture of  Blue Stilton - sadly the factory closed in 2009 when the then owner Dairy Crest moved production to another Stilton production centre in Leicestershire and surprise surprise the building now sits in development hell.





So in we go....



and it has vast dark white walled rooms of nothingness

 

one has a hole in the roof.



then its white walled corridors and more corridors - I can see I'm not really selling the place very well, but to be honest it has been pretty much been stripped back to white walls through out.



Lets see what we can find

















It was time to go, as that was about that.

6/10, I'm not sure why but I rather enjoyed this place for some odd reason.

- oh,  the Chis and Bob's Cheesy Ends story is true.


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Volcrepe, Glossop

A trip to the very edge of Derbyshire with the Urban Spaceman

An interesting little wander, the two main mills straddle a country road just off the main drag in Glossop.

Also known as Woods Mill, this was once home of Volcrepe from about 1931 until 2002 who manufactured rubber shoe soles and wonderful items for the Ministry of Defence such as gas masks for horses.











The mills are in various states of decay, from ok to thrashed.





















All in all, not a bad little mooch.