Rural Urbex: Oak Farm, a den of thieves

On my travels on a wet cold December afternoon, this big old DERP appeared from nowhere, I couldn’t resist it, I’d had a good day so far one more wont hurt on the journey home.

It’s big it’s looking good, parked up pretty close let’s go mooch

Urbex Rule #121 Unlike in life, Big is not always best!

Everything was in a collapsed state nowt to tempt me in, besides getting these shots I felt like I was about to suffer trench foot some of the standing water was ankle deep as I found to my cost

So thought I’d squelch off back to the car like a dog with its tail between its legs, ended up going through an old barn and joy of joy stumbling an ever so cosy little caravan
(For cosy, read GROT)

Mate you need to clean that cooker

“Woof” said the guard dog, “keep your hands off my porn”

Mate, if you had spent more time cleaning your cooker than being a very naughty boy you might have a few quid in your pocket and had the spondoolies to buy some decent porn