Every once in a while I like to take a step back from modern ruins, escaping the ever-luring grasp of asbestos-lined buildings and CCTV systems, whilst on the plus side almost entirely ruling out the possibility of bumping into urbex kids hunting for followers. This is a whole different ball game, and one that is essentially a disappearing pastime. These buildings were often over-engineered and crafted to such a standard that even without any maintenance they still stand decades after the absence of human interaction. Listed status might protect them from being erased, but modern buildings simply won’t last this long into the future by comparison. The fact that we can still walk the same footsteps as our recent ancestors, albeit with the sun in our eyes rather than a roof over our heads, is something that in my mind at least, we take for granted. So this time I’ve chosen a place that despite being relatively local to me, is barely ever spoken of. This is mostly thanks in part to being replaced in its entirety some 250 years ago by the family who once called it home.