A Closed Synagogue - March 2014

Visited with Judderman and ZerO81 - a planned day out for weeks, should add that this was a very, very late Plan B.

So Plan B, Plan A having suffered a fire the day before - fire and pillage (and the Daily Mail) are currently pissing me off.

I'm not a fan of religion, but the buildings are always worth a look.

So we popped down the motorway, as you do, to this lovely little tourist resort of a disused synagogue which closed a good few years back and now sits fighting the elements.

 

 

The place had been leaking left right and centre, wooden floors lifting.

 

 

Time for some close up stuff, having remembered to bring my overly expensive macro lens that I never use.











Given the number of photographers visiting this place, things move around - such as the wheelchair, which moved at least 4 times during my brief visit.

 








Into the main hall

 







 



And finally a bit of Nigella in the caretaker's room.



Something a little special this one, a bit of tourist spot but a gem of a place.

The Old Filter House, Lancaster - February 2014

Tin Dog, is a person of words and he sent me a cracker for this rather overly damp Sunday -

Baggerspion : The urge to peer into boarded up construction sites. 

Literally - Digger Truck Spy Hole.

A German word with no English equivalent.

- Urban Spaceman wanted to do some Baggerspion.

Urban Spaceman as a traveling salesman of strangely oversized pink shower curtain hooks, spotted a little place just outside Lancaster, near a place from my past - Galgate. "Take a look at this, looks like a place for us !!" our intrepid explorer bragged and well he sent us this link, from the local rag. 

He wanted to Baggerspion and trusting the salesman of strangely oversized pink shower curtain hooks was the order of the day. Tin Dog simply shook his head, yet agreed.

We managed to drag him past Forton Services, he has sexual advances on this place, he dribbles at the sight of the place - very sad, but he also has a fetish for Accrington bricks.

Meanwhile at Galgate, our explore awaited....

 



It wasn't looking good, at all.





In fact this place had no redeeming features what so ever, so as the rain began to fall even more heavily shelter was taken in the bus stop - the local homeless had been sheltering also and we scuffled for space as a number of buses appeared thru the gloom in groups of three.

 

Alas a shit little, well not even an explore.

A jovial journey home, until Forton Services came into view - but that is another story for another day.....

Return to Miley Tunnel, Preston - February 2014

After our aborted visit to Preston's Miley Tunnels back in December this one has been eating away at me, don't know why as its only a tunnel.

So Urban Spaceman and myself grabbed our gear for a trip into the Preston underworld.

A nice and easy in, with a bit of a puddle at the entrance - oh must mention the rats scuttling around in the undergrowth, Urban Spaceman swears he didn't see any but I saw a couple of the hairy beasts pottering around.

 

 

Not very much to say really, a long dark tunnel (very dark) running across the centre of Preston - a hole in the ground is simply a hole in ground.

 

 

So we walked to the end and then back, stopping off for a bit of fun midway.

 

 

 

We came back out into the light with the people of Preston looking at us strangely as if they wander past the entrances and railway cuttings without ever considering whats is actually down there in this big hole in the ground.

 

Well good people of Preston I will spill the beans on the big mystery with three R's - rats, rubbish and an old railway track and its bloody wonderful for some strange reason.

Derbyshire Royal Infirmary - February 2014

As I type this about 40 other explorers/photographers are wading thru their own photographs of the very same day - it was busy, but the place is that big it didn't matter.

Visited with the Judderman, who took his seat at the driving wheel for our early start down to Derby, a most pleasant journey I should add for which I can't thank him enough.

The hospital having closed in sections over the years has a small section that remains open, sealed off from the main area of the site.

 

 

First off this place is simply huge, aside from the main hospital it has accommodation blocks, offices, a swimming pool, nursery, lecture theatres - I could go on.

The main hospital is old, older and not so old, it has maze like qualities with many floors. Sadly with door after door of NHS sameness it is kind of easy to lose yourself in the long corridors of derp.

So on with the pictures.
 
 
If you do like corridors of derp, this is indeed the place for you to worship your corridor fetish
 

 
 

and more and more and more - take a picnic, its going to be a long day.

 

I could go on, but here is a few to round off the post.
 







Thanks for looking, plenty more on my Flickr.

The Elephant in the Room - Lancaster, Feb 2014

On what should have a trip to Preston we carried on up the motorway, to have a gander at something that just didn't happen.

Visited with Urban Spaceman with Tin Dog at the wheel.

So with a distant memory of a chat with a professional photographer I'd had pointing me to a rough and vague location - possibly two years ago, we stumbled around to this place.

Thru the rubble, mud, quicksand and lake like puddles without a bottom we made it to this unremarkable place and popped in thru a  rather welcoming hole in the wall of this concrete bunker of a building.



- a tad dark, I had like a fool left the tripod in the car - again!!!

A slight drop to the floor, no more than a foot, onto a floor of marbles (not marble) but the round marbles that would indeed create a wacky Scooby Doo moment for all concerned.



Looking around, not much to see

 

Other than marbles, more marbles, sacks of marbles and more marbles







Oh, and Vodka bottles - now with my very limited knowledge of Lancaster I can tell you Lancaster is not known for its production of Vodka.....



And then in the darkness, dust and bloody marbles Tin Dog spotted an elephant in the room



It was time to leave....