Tales of the Urban Explorer: Easton House

It’s only when I come to do the write up’s about these old places do I learn the history.

Easton House, formally Easton Lodge was built in the 1840’s and boasted a sweeping staircase topped by a stained glass window, a ballroom, and entertainment rooms with marble fireplaces.

...'what type of seedy entertainment went on in those rooms methinks?'...

Since our visit just over a year ago, the grounds have been cleared, the house sold and it will be re-developed into separate housing. That’s if all the red-tape is cleared but don’t count on it, those trees could grow back just as fast and thick as when we were there.

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…’Easton House, probably in the late 1800’s. The gate looks just the same as the one that was getting in our way’…

How these houses quickly fall from grace and into ruin. Below is an image from 2008. I suspect it might have been liveable, if a little damp.

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…’2008, very respectable; all the windows intact, no wooden shutters and even some camera’s’. I would not dare try it back then’…

“What do you think..., over the gate?”

We looked beyond the murky looking, rust-coasted gate that looked identical to the one pictured above in the 1890’s image and saw lots of trees, boarded windows and no access points.

If we were to scale it there would be no guarantees. This was a high visibility main road with a row of terraced houses opposite. There was a high chance of Karen interference, but that gate looked quite easy.

@anidiotexplores wasted no time, and scaled it, jumping far side and disappeared into the gloom of the fading sun. It took me a little longer, but this gate was obviously built to aid climbers, its foot holds and ample space between the spikes nicely house your man balls.

Literally a minute after landing, we heard the ritual ‘OY’, from somewhere outside but both of us had a sudden attack of deafness. Funny how that happens at just the right moment?

A large window loomed with an inviting gap in the boards. We were inside and ‘OyMan’ outside could go fuck himself.

...'it's an established fact that 'Oymen' never climb spiky gates in order to pursue explorers into derps that are dropping apart'...

Our landing point was fortunate as was the time of day. I looked up that stairs and saw those stained glass windows, or what was left of them with some nice lighting in tow.

Or maybe it was a creepy lady ghost with chunky turquoise legs?

Oh shit, someone has bought this wreck? I hope they didn’t pay more than a token gesture, what a mess.

Whatever the condition, I always notice the small details such as the swirls above the doorway, despite the second floor being barely present above our heads.

If one can ascend, then one does even if the stairs look a little sketchy. This is part of Urban Exploring, it’s not for wimps, and you need to grow balls if you want to see all of the sights.

From the second floor vantage point, you get to see panoramic view of the levels below there where the floor no longer exists.

A little care was needed on the stairway bend; keep away from the corners please.

Jump, I think not, maybe after a few beers but I tend not to mix getting pissed with exploring.

There was a substantial section of this floor that had no floor if you get my meaning.

The sights and wonders that we could have seen over there. It wasn’t to be.

@anidiotexplores roams around on the ground floor and wonders if I will be up for the jump?

After some thought about my life, what would change if I jumped, the priceless sights I would miss and the debilitating 'new me' without legs and in a wheelchair for the rest of my life, common sense prevailed and I descended sulkily.

Some rooms we could not get into, the sheer amount of beams, wooden spikes and rubble were getting in the way.

Was this written on the last day of Easton House’s old existence? I struggled to find when it closed its doors but guess it was in the mid noughties.

Why indeed? We are never too serious about exploring, and always have a laugh.

I often look up and think. ‘I was walking on that a few minutes ago’. From this angle, it looks a little unsafe, don’t you think?

It appears we have a basement, but we found no stairs leading down. Maybe they were in the rooms stuffed with fallen debris?

When presented with such rooms, it’s a question of… ‘is it worth trampling over all this crap to get over there when there’s fuck all over there’.

If I can see priceless manuscripts written in the 19th century, I would likely try.

Natural light, it makes so much difference. This is why I love 'sunny day' explores.

Nice door, but what’s behind it. To the left it’s looking a little ropey.

All three floors in a single photograph; whoever bought this needs to be very rich to fix it up.

This company appears to have gone bust, I suppose that fits, the card being found in here.

A super dangerous explore, but quite normal for us. You do get used to it.

‘OyMan’ was nowhere to be seen; we vaulted the ancient gate and left without incident.

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