Showing posts with label decay. Show all posts
Showing posts with label decay. Show all posts

Thursday, 1 November 2012

Abandoned Pottery, Lancashire.

I wanted a quick look at this since I saw some other photos on an Urbex site. Unfortunately on this trip I got busted. I asked a farmer if the building I could see from the road was an old pottery. He said it was and also told me how to get to it. He said an old lady owned it, but she seldom left her house these days. Having done so, he then wandered off to phone the real owner. What a nice man. Note to self: do NOT go urbexing in a sign written van with my name and phone number up the sides! I was in there for around 40 minutes before a very upset owner called my mobile. He asked me to leave as he was fed up with having to drag photographers and thieves out of the building all the time. The building is dangerous and he is afraid of being sued when someone gets hurt whilst trespassing. Seemed like a nice chap, and I'm sorry to have contributed to his stress. I wouldn't encourage others to visit. Anyway, here are a few of the pics...

Pottery lurking in the trees by the roadside.


Mmm. Tasty.





The attic. Very creaky.



Galebrook House, Bolton

I broke my own rules on this visit. Firstly, don't go into dangerous old buildings alone. Secondly, don't reveal the location. First one was stupid, second one doesn't really matter, the house was pulled down a week after I took the photos. So by all means visit the approach road to Dunscar Golf Club in Bolton. It is very nice, but the house is no longer there.

This house was built in 1885 for Thomas Slater a local businessman who owned owned the Dunscar Bleaching Co, down in the nearby valley. The earth mound with trees, down the lane from the house was built and planted by Mr Slater, so that his hideous satanic mill didn't spoil the views from his drawing room!

Galebrook was last used as a care home. The building was littered with the tools of the trade.

Rotten as a pair since the lead thieves had been in.

A room with a view.

Trying not to disappear through the floor. Lots of which was missing.

You can spray that again.

Death's waiting room. Waiting to die.

Mr Slater's mound!

Tuesday, 30 October 2012

Abandoned Brickworks Around Halifax

Another Sunday scope with The Fragglehunter. This time headed for White Rose turf with a trip to Cleckuddersfax. As is often the case, we set off with our sights on one thing, and wound up shooting something else altogether. In this instance, we looked for a Mink farm, and found two brick factories instead...

As is sometimes the case on these trips, the buildings we found weren't all that photogenic in themselves. Some buildings fall apart beautifully, others do not. These two sites fall squarely in the latter group. So focus instead on the graf' and look for anything with good form or some colour.

Wilkinsons of Elland, visible from the M62.

On to Hipperholme...

The glazed brick manufacturers was established by Henry Victor Allen when he took over the Halifax Glazed Brick Works in the Walterclough valley.
He converted the works to manufacture refractory bricks.
They were taken over by G.R.Stein of Scotland in 1936 who were the largest brick works of their time.
There Selfrac refactory bricks were world famous.
Today the site is ruined and fire damaged after a series of suspicious fires after the factory was used to make stiff plastic bricks.





Saturday, 27 October 2012

Hartshead Power Station




Hiding in the woods, east of Manchester
Hartshead Power Station lies to the east of Manchester and to the North West of Stalybridge.

 Preparations for a power station at Heyrod began in 1916 when 26 acres (110,000 m2) of land were purchased. The station was opened in 1926 by the Stalybridge, Hyde, Mossley and Dukinfield Transport and Electricity Board.[1] The cooling towers were constructed in the 1940s. Coal was delivered to the plant at Millbrook railway sidings on the Micklehurst Line, situated on the opposite side of the Huddersfield Narrow Canal. The sidings were built in 1932 and had space to hold up to 130 12-ton wagons. Coal was fed into a hopper underneath the sidings before being transported on an enclosed conveyor belt which emerged high above the valley to cross the River Tame and canal before entering the station at a high level.[2] The station was closed on 29 October 1979 with a generating capacity of 64 megawatts.[3] It was demolished during the 1980s, although part of the site is still used as an electrical substation.
The distribution room.

The pictures make this place look rather better than it is. Its a dump.


Good colours though.

The kitchen.

All nicely overgrown.

Main entrance.


Main entrance from within.

Lurking in the trees.


Throw the switch and the lights would go off across Hadfield and Hattersley.

...and Ashton under Lyne.

Fragglehunter throws a shape over a cable conduit. Note wet trousers. Typical Urbex feature.

Dining hall in all its splendour.


How it was. Coal shed in foreground fed fuel on conveyors 24/7. Control building lies behind left hand 
cooling tower.

Coal shed today.

Heartbreak Hotel

Fragglehunter checking out the stairs.
Here is the first page. A visit to an Hotel in deepest
darkest Lancashire. The place closed down several years
ago and has been slowly deteriorating since then.
Fortunately it has escaped the attention of the larger
Urbex community, some of whom on balance are little
better than the pikeys who steal from and smash up
places like this. It still has glass in most windows and
nice features remain. For this reason, I am not revealing
the location.
Gently crumbling away. Somebody must have loved this place.

This was once a rather nice bedroom. Shot with wide angle lens.

Lantern roof above landing. A lesson in the art of fibrous plasterwork.

This place just oozes colour.


Fragglehunter checking the menu.

Wake up to a goblin teasmade!

A tired refugee from Thatcher's Britain. And a Jaguar.

Daimler 4.2, slowly fades away.