I just got out of the shower wincing from the injuries sustained, as a result of hours of Urban Exploring yesterday.
Occasionally I get none but yesterday was particularly bad. Four scrapes on both arms, plus a grazed elbow with a scab growing and a nasty cut to my forehead next to the hairline that was sustained by walking into a fence with jutting wire.
That is what you get for exploring in a t-shirt. It was hot yesterday and one does pay the price for climbing walls and scrambling through course brambles that move intentionally to prick you.
Within a week they will be mostly healed and showering is the only time I feel any pain. I barely felt any of them yesterday, such is the adrenaline rush you get from doing something borderline legal.
The world has become so fucking predictable. Organised trips here and there are so tiresome. You know what's going to happen, queues of people waiting to all take the same photograph.
A full day of exploring is extremely tiring, and can be more organised than you may think..., to a point.
I am an organised person so like to know what’s on the agenda. I tend to pick around 10 locations, create a custom Google map and add them all.
To be sure of optimising your time they need to be visited in order. You don't want to be going back and forth.
This is as far as the predictability goes. You are not going to get into all 10 locations, and making guesses at which will be a success or fail are often completely wrong.
I collected @anidiotexplorers at 10.30 am as he has duties to perform before this time.
Today's full agenda is Huddersfield in West Yorkshire. 30 minutes to the first one which is a derelict care home. We arrive, it's been boarded up recently. Fuck…, fail number one.
Having so many in a small proximity is part of the organising part. The next one is 5 minutes away but due to all the traffic takes double the time.
An abandoned college that is a behemoth. After scouting around trying not to look suspicious we sneak between two boards and see the way in.
Down a dodgy-looking plank in the courtyard with a 15-foot drop. Then climb on a purposely added bucket up to a window that is metal-edged.
I do value my fingers so fuck this.., on to the next one. I hate massive explores anyway, they take too long and eat into the time schedule.
An abandoned Gentleman's club I have visited before, but @anidiotexplorers has not. Surely not fail number 3? This was getting irritating.
Oh yes, we were in and it was much easier than last time as the friendly demolition team has visited. How very nice and considerate of them to create a massive hole to walk through.
I will be featuring this 'Tale' so no more for now. Let's just say it is worthy of a 'Return to' as it is now quite different inside plus I missed the attic last time.
On to an old mill I figured was going to be a fail. Here we were presented with an 8 foot wall etched with glass shards on the top which I miraculously navigated at the cost of a sore elbow. Some great shots were to be gained though it was as derpy as they come.
We scuttled away quickly as a couple of coppers spotted me laboriously climbing out. The appeared quite unfazed by it all.
An old industrial works was next. Surely this was not going to present us any problems. Avoiding the numerous rats I would say it was semi-successful and lost me quite a lot of calories.
This is another one worthy of its own tale for sure. Climbing through holes with debris about to crush me with one false move, oh yes!
Next was an old house on a busy street, empty for years, but where is it? Not even a pile of bricks left, it's been demolished. Urghh... I hate that.
A derelict garden centre just 5 minutes from the last one. Don't go inside when the sun is shining, to say we got roasted in there is an understatement.
Another old house recently discovered and which I was tipped off about in a small village.
Small villages have more nosey twats than anywhere else. It was found easily, with @anidiotexplorers hastily jumping over a wall into the back garden.
Unfortunately, it backs onto a scrap yard and the workers spotted him right away. Confused looks were exchanged and @anidiotexplorers hastily backed off trying to jump back over the crumbling wall leaving his camera guard behind amid much profanity.
Walking back to the car, a gaggle of nosey neighbours basking in the sun like beached whales gave us some terrible looks. Did I already say I loathe nosey twats?
A few miles up the road and we park up to a gate that looks like it’s not been opened for years. Google maps had revealed something interesting over yonder.
We were rewarded with the derpiest, graffiti-strewn house ever. Success after a few lousy fails if not on an epic level.
A mile further and a revisit to yet another graffiti house I had done previously as again @anidiotexplorers has never done it. Not so interesting for me, but when the back window has been taken out allowing access to yet another fucked up house then things do start to bubble.
This was much better and I even found some old literature in there. Another full Tale will be incoming on this one.
Just a couple left and what’s more boring than an old mill. At least there is a tower left that you can climb.
Avoiding the dismal attempt to keep us out (anti-climbing fencing) we heard loud banging and discovered some teens wrecking the place.
These words of wisdom proved true and climbing an old tower that you can easily fall out of is what this is all about.
No handholds, no danger signs, nothing. Great view from up there too!
An old dye works was to be our last visit, except there was little left. After trying all ways to get in, and being faced with a massive drop I discovered the anti-climbing fencing had been compromised at the front.
Never overlook the obvious. Half the fun is finding the way in, it's a challenge in itself.
It was one of the dullest explores I have ever done but as always there’s always a story, which again I will feature later.
One day, EIGHT successes, FOUR fails. Eight is a great day, as the average is five, the worst ever three and the best ever NINE.
I will take that even though many of them were derps and far from world-beating time-capsules.
It will be a sad day when I can no longer do this. It’s unpredictable, challenges my body to perform things it shouldn’t be doing at my age, keeps me fit, and yields me photography that is not generally seen.
Injuries? They are part of it all. Not a big deal. Now if only I could get @dismayedworld to take clear photographs.
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