…I say broke in… I mean, we stumbled across the exact location of the abandoned ski village in Sheffield then walked right in because the giant gates aren’t actually attached to anything stronger than a bush.
We waited a few minutes nervously in the car while a man from the neighbouring traveller camp finished his scavenger hunt. Assessing that he didn’t appear to be armed or likely to attack us, we locked up the car after ensuring it was facing the right way for ease of escape in a hurry, and in we went.
I believe the term is Urban Exploring (AKA raking about in abandoned places).
This wasn’t even where we were meant to be going, but given that it was a mere 11 minutes (according to the SatNaff) from our actual destination of Endcliffe Hall, it seemed too good an opportunity to pass up.
This was our actual venue for the evening: Judging by the sign – I think they knew we were coming.
Now occupied by the military for counter-terrorism purposes apparently. Although allowing a collection of unknowns to rake about within, armed with gadgets and tech, unsupervised, seems like the absolute opposite of national security. But hey, what do I know?
Krystal Carrington was a former resident apparently
I say chaps, check out the bristols on this Love Island contestant!
The architect was a big fan of ‘Bod’
I wasn’t feeling much other than warmth – it was a very hot evening. Several other guests seemed to be picking up butlers, children and menacing drunken men, but all we heard was Seth Brundlefly again. A big bluebottle buzzing about in the ceiling. Imagine our joy when someone then got the name ‘Seth’ through on the ouija board. Our insect friend from Thorne was back!
Seemingly Seth was the secret sex toy of the master of the house. There was a lot of it about…
We got some decent K2 action on the table in the room with the big conference table – and sadly that’s not euphemism for anything sexual. But it’s the best I’ve seen my device flash though – and the team running the night put their K2 next to mine and theirs went off too when we called out, so that was kind of fun.
We also both felt a cold pressure between us at the table, like a smallish invisible person was stood between us – probably looking at the K2s and saying “WTF is that?”
Sadly I won’t be getting much more K2 action anywhere until it gets returned. It would seem that someone mistook my K2 for theirs at the end of the night. Although I’m sure that when they see my initials written on the back, they will realise their error and get it back to me. Otherwise, messing about with the other side will be the least of their worries.
At one point we were all crammed into a toilet block. Presumably waiting for Moaning Myrtle to fly out of the urinal.
Seemingly that area used to be the Mistress of the House’s quarters where she was kept locked in by her controlling husband. Some people in there did a bit of glasswork and seemed to be getting something. I just got a headache but luckily someone with healing hands leaped into action, quite unsolicited, and cured me like Jon Coffey from The Green Mile.
I felt like I needed some cooler air after my aura had been invaded without permission and my olfactory senses overcome, so we headed out. On the way, I tried a door with no handle and while my friend thought she heard a growl from behind the door, I thought the door had pushed back.“What the fuck was that?” we whispered and off we scuttled in excitement to try and find out what had made the noise. In the style of Elton John, we came across a back passage and accidentally found a secret door with an interesting staircase (as opposed to an uninteresting one).
It was dark up there. And full of old crap like typewriters and such. It looked unsafe and the stairs were uncomfortably steep. I wasn’t keen, so didn’t hang about to see if there were further stairs to the roof turret area. I feared for my safety in case anything made me jump (like a spider or a mouse) and made me fall down the steps.
Many rooms and staircases later we just had time to investigate the cellars – because why wouldn’t you? But other than an electric meter switch clicking (like it’s meant to) and making us all shit ourselves for a millisecond, nothing ran at us, knocked us over or so much as blew in our faces. A man who had put me in mind of Max from the Tweenies very early doors in proceedings (and then I couldn’t shake the image) seemed to be annoying everyone even more than me and my mate usually do. Always useful to have someone about who pisses folk off more than you do – it makes you look better!
(Tweenies, Max – Am not sure that having a puppet dressed as Jimmy Savile introducing the song ‘One finger One thumb, keep moving’ on a kids’ show is the best way forward for promotion in the TV industry).
So another great night, despite the lost K2 and the fact that my EVP recorder only saved one of my several recordings. #techfail
I only hope they keep letting us join them because we like this group.
Our next adventure isn’t until August when we return to East Drive (postponed from March when we had all the snow). In the meantime we still want to go to Newsham Park near Liverpool and possibly have a rake about at the old Camelot abandoned theme park on the way.
“Honestly officer, the gate was opened and we didn’t see the Keep Out Signs”.
Stay safe kids. Xx