Let’s start with the last snapshot. Not a very good image but the only one I have because.......
.........As I was adjusting my camera seconds after the above shot a black welly appeared the other side of the hole, then a head, then the immortal words were shouted “what the bloody hell are you doing in there’
It’s amazing how quick the brain works, the options considered (bearing in mind that was the only way out)
A) be your normal charming aggressive self
B) passive aggressively tell whoever it is to ‘fuck off”
C) hide
D) was he alone,doggedup,shotgunned up
“Taking photos mate” I replied, for once discretion being the better part of valour won out.
‘I think you better come out’ said the talking Welly for that’s all I could see.
Still keeping the urge to go all Alan Partridge and suggest
A) why don’t you go and unlock the front door for me, or
B) are you going to give me a hand up, it’s a hell of a fucking climb
I scrambled from a rather rickety old table and squeezed myself out. When talking welly, who was about 4ft13’ tall and, well if his clothes were wet his weight would have doubled, realised he wasn’t dealing with kids and before him stood an old bugger 6ft tall, built for comfort not speed,unshaven, and bereft of a haircut for 4 months, he moved away and started to social distance to the tune of about 5 yds.
Welly: You shouldn’t be in there
Me: No signs saying I can’t
Welly: It’s not your property
Me: Is it yours
Welly: What you going to do with the photos, are you one of those Facebook explorers
Me: I don’t know yet, and no I’m not a Facebook explorer (ffs!)
Welly: you shouldn’t be breaking into property
Me: (getting bored now) There is a fucking big hole in the wall ( well big to him, small to me), perhaps you should fix it.
Welly: well you shouldn’t be here
Me: you are quite right I don’t need to be here now.
So back through the nettles and the muddy fields I walked.........
.......so what was in the cottage?
Grot, lots of lovely grot, if you want to do sterile and sanitised go join the National Trust I tell folk when they ask why I do what I do.
I did manage to get upstairs, little bit of effort and a lot of prayers to Ganesh
The floors were very sketchy and not much worth rummaging through. Getting backdown I think Ganesh was sleeping as things started to slip and slide. In reflection it’s probably all the noise that generated that attracted Mr Welly to my hole. Return to start!
Mr Welly haha..., great tale and story.., I note he didn't answer your question, 'is it yours?'
You do get used to climbing dodgy stairs, even though they look terrible.. you can generally get up and have a look without them collapsing on you. They made things good and solid in those old days.
No funny enough I picked up on that, that’s when he was starting to piss me off!
I see some nice photographic treasures all around, great find! What did you take the photos with, did you use an oscilloscopic camera?
Ha ha I’ve not heard of them before. I shall have to google it!
Today I was using a Nikon 5600 with an 18-300 lens, my current weapon of choice!
18-300, that's some variation. I haven't been into Cameras for around 40 years. It was 18-40 wide angle then, but I see this lens of yours does exist at around £500.
Yeah I had an 18-140 before, but this suits me better, it’s very lightweight, and it’s got an excellent anti vibration feature. Got £140 trade in against the new one so was happy with that
It’s perfect for what I do, crisp at the wide end, not gone to fully tele yet, only had it a week, still playing with it.
I am tempted, I do all mine on a regular iPhone 7.
Wow they turn out very well.
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