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  1. Permission Entry - Hall W

    Commonly known as Katie's House, this mansion dates back to the early 1700's when the original part of the house was built for the Molyneux family on an estate of 400 acres. After Richard Molyneux passed away in 1738, and later his wife in 1766, the mansion was bought by Nicholas Ashton, the High Sheriff of Lancashire. In 1772, Ashton employed Robert Adam to design a new frontage for the mansion, as well as redesigning the interior. The mansion remained in the Ashton family until the late 19th Century, then the Shand family and from the 1870s, the Gaskell family. By 1901, the Gaskell family had moved elsewhere, with the McGuffie family running the mansion as a hydropathic 'hotel'. By the end of WWII, a Notre Dame convent had been built on the site, where nuns ran a private preparatory school and high school. At this point, the mansion was deemed out-of-bounds to the students and the building fell into a dire state. The mansion was then scheduled for demolition until local resident John Hibbert saved it in 1980 and spent £100,000 renovating it. Today it is a Grade I listed building which remains uninhabited, which will inevitably be demolished. My Visit I actually hadn't planned to visit this place, though my first choice had been demolished, and my plan B building looked very secure, we (me and a trusty friend) decided to take a trip here. We walked around the site looking for an easy entry, and it was then that we read online about the groundsman being a friendly gentleman. We decided to approach the main front gate, where we attracted the attention of the groundsman (who we later learnt was John Hibbert himself) and asked permission to come in and take some photos. To our surprise, he gladly agreed and let us in. He even escorted us around the ground floor of the mansion, giving us a few historical facts before leaving us to it, free to explore the place as much as we liked. This place is an absolute gold mine and I hope you'll agree from the photos that this place is absolutely gorgeous. When we were ready to leave we just strolled off down the drive and we bumped into John again, we let us back out of the gate and welcomed us back any point in the future. What a guy! One of my best explores yet, which ok didn't have the thrill of being somewhere forbidden, but meant we could stay as long as we liked without the threat of potentially being caught. If you haven't had enough, more on my Flickr. Thanks for looking.
  2. Old Man's Cottage

    This old cottage is only a few doors down from the house I spent my first 25 years, and from memory it has always been in a very poor state as far back as I can remember. According to local 'common knowledge', this house belonged to a Mr Byrd who was a bit of an agriculturist and a hermit. Throughout my childhood I would always see him driving around in his flatbed truck, just roaming between the local town and back, and I would usually see him sat in his truck on his land just watching the world go by. His house was never treated with much respect, and it was left to overgrow and become part of the natural surroundings, as well as his 'garden'. Apparently the house also has a garage, of which I have never seen because it has been engulfed by so much foliage. Mr Byrd was removed from his house within recent years on health and safety grounds, due to the dire state of the property, and was relocated to a nearby B&B. Nevertheless he returned to his humble abode, I'm assuming because he still felt it was his 'home', though he made a habit of sleeping in his truck every night - the house really was not fit for anybody to live there. I have always been unsure whether anybody actually resided in the property, though I recently received news that Mr Byrd had passed away. Feeling confident that nobody could be living there, surely, I decided to give it a visit. Gaining access was tricky; I couldn't simply go through the front door which meant I had to find an entrance around the back, away from the prying eyes of my previous neighborhood. This wasn't as easy as it sounds, due to the immense volume of foliage and brambles that had grown over the years. By the time I got to the rear of the house I was bleeding in several places from the several thorn bushes I'd had to crawl through (that's dedication for you! :P). In my opinion, from the stories the interior told, Mr Byrd used to have a wife who sadly passed away many years ago, and child(ren) who have since flown the nest; the house holds many female items such as purses, shoes, dressing gowns and a whole wardrobe of clothes, as well as many children's books. Again in my own opinion, after his wife had passed away, Mr Byrd entered into a spiral of depression and loneliness, and time in the house stood still; Mr Byrd didn't want to touch or move anything. After a while, the house started to accumulate junk and dust, and many of natures creatures moved in. With Mr Byrd not having any motivation, the house was not maintained at all and things started to fall apart. After many years in this vicious circle, nature removed the face of the house from the street and it became forgotten Thanks for taking the time to read, and there are more photos on my Flickr.