Tales of the Urban Explorer: The Milkman's House
April 2022. We had embarked on one of those mammoth Wales day trips again, thanks to @grindle supplying me with a bunch of locations.
Our first stop had been that damn Station Master’s house. Talk about time standing still, nothing had changed and it was sealed up tight just like before.
@anidiotexplores had been chasing another one named, 'The Milkman's House'. Neither of us had a clue what to expect, other than it was one of those prestigious … 'Time Capsules’, the godliest type of explores.
“Is there a house behind all that wood?”
There was no hopping over the small wall and opening the front door. The wall of wood was intense and solid.
Was it this easy? I crawled through that hole and faced a granite-chiseled locked front door that was unyielding.
Could I scale that porch above the front door, jump to the open window and pull myself through?
There's only so much magic my gloves can conjure up, with even @anidiotexplores balking at that idea.
The front approach was not going to work and with cars streaming past me, it would be my luck that one of them was going to be the local Plod. Fuck that!
That gate you see was made of purest tin, with a sharp top edge that cuts into your fingers and with no footholds.
@anidiotexplores, who has iron fingers and hands, clambered up making an almighty din. His legs were flailing everywhere in an attempt to conquer this gate which was hell-bent on keeping people out.
"Fuck man, keep the noise down, the bloody Karens will pounce on us"
He was over in seconds, and after several minutes I heard a muffled yell, 'open'.
Here we go again. This was one of the toughest gates I have had to climb over. If @anidiotexplores made a racket, I should have been wakening up the neighbours with all the noise.
The top was sharp even with gloves. I envied @anidiotexplores with his tungsten-lined skin who had not even flinched when reaching the top.
Out of breath but far side, I looked for my comrade. Gone, as usual; it was time to look around, I made for the backdoor...
…“Oooohhh yes, this was going to be good”…
I always wonder how you could watch the TV in chairs positioned this way. Neck-aches would be frequent and you might just bang snouts occasionally.
The last time I saw a book like “The Rascals Story Book” was in ‘The Axe House’. Straight out of the 1950s, just wonderful!
I did think of picking them up but they appeared quite damp. The thought of them falling apart in my hands was tough to bear.
I hoped the rest of the house was going to be up to this standard. The dirt was intense but I never tire of sights such as this.
Grandad's jumper and jacket are not quite my style.
The newspaper was not particularly ancient, at just 31 years.
I noticed the biscuit tin in the kitchen right away.
Crawford's Tartan Collection. Scottish shortbread is no doubt tinged with some tasty rust. Yum…
Who had left this book on the table? Had they been drinking some tea from that teapot?
This book was in great condition; the pages left standing there for years (or more likely placed by the last set of explorers who came before us).
The jars at the back remind me of cider storage bottles for that strong home-brew stuff you make from kits. Stick a cork on top and you can siphon some every day and keep yourself permanently pissed.
I have climbed far worse stairs than these. There was even some frayed carpet attached to the wood.
The upper floor had not fared so well with big holes showing in the roof. It had become derpy and its treasures were buried under all the shit.
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The second room where I was planning to enter via the porch was worse. Great ventilation mind you if you would like to stay and sleep there for a few days.
A few goodies were hanging around on the window ledges. I needed some batteries for the radio but my pockets were empty, damn.
No doubt that perfume would smell delectable. I offered @anidiotexplores a spray test but he backed off hurriedly.
Tut... the lad has no taste.
It's just as well we didn't sample the bath and that someone had moved it slightly. An unfortunate 15-foot drop would shock the would-be bather.
We moved out of the house into what I would describe as some sort of extension.
I do know my ‘Golden Wonder’ but ‘Oddu’. What the fuck are those?
1981, now that’s a little better. A little more digging could reveal something from the war years.
The thermometer was bust. It was perhaps 13C on that cold April day.
Cow registration certificates? I was learning something by the minute.
@anidiotexplores had climbed over all this crap and was now in yet another section. Did this place never end? “This is why it’s called The Milkman’s House”, he yelled over.
I climbed up but couldn't be arsed getting down on the other side. It was crammed with all kinds of junk, which was not good for the balance.
A couple of old carts, ready to be pulled by a horse were on show, with a stack of milk crates in a corner. I wondered what this business was. A milkman with cow certificates? It made sense.
I backtracked to the extension looking for more clues. Another cow certificate.
Milk tags from the 1960s. I love the fact that they thought the '60s would never end, and printed them '196'. This 'Hygrometer' was most definitely lying. No way was it 71F in here.
Don’t turn on the tap, just don’t.
It was a great start to our Wales trip. We were in for a long drive next, and a few disappointments.
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that bath ha!! and the yellow paint!! never ceases to amaze me what folk leave behind.. and thes always a piss pot crash helmet hidden somewhere 😂 fab mooch you had there.. lovely old carts too.
You could piss in it.. and that would give it a new lease of life hehe.., yes loved this one. Those old books from that time, you can always tell. They emphasized everything.., @anidiotexplores got some better shots of the carts. It was a hell of a climb down there and things were collapsing, left right and centre.
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Hearing the words ancient in the same sentence as 31 years, was pretty gutting 😂
Whoa, be careful walking under that bathroom floor. That tub could crash through and crush a person at any second.
I remember exactly what I was doing in 1990, it's quite depressing how these years have vanished so quickly. I know how you feel.
Time just slips away from you
This is indeed a great find and the house looks quite in a shape except what you showed us the roof condition was definitely disastrous.
Oh that jacket, what a coincidence, when I saw it before reading your description to that, "Oh, my grandpa's jacket.", he used to wear almost similar jackets with a neck-scarf. What a memory you've brought me today.
Thanks man
Hopefully not covered in filth like this one. I keep my distance from muck-encrusted garments and snap from a distance.
no way, not at all, such jacket were a very common fashion in 60s. 😄
I love sorting through old treasures, but you do take it to the extreme! 🙂
Sometimes there's too much, and the gems are buried underneath. Lots of personal items get left behind and can tell a story.
Crazy to see the tv like that, I remember armchairs like that. 1990 seems like yesterday god we are getting on aren't we!
Yes, I was a different person then, and life was a lot more simple. I thought not at the time.
Oh yes I am with you there!
Looks like a great find - cool to see all the stuff still there - and not the usual burnt out remains and graffiti. Nice one !
You will be glad to know that there's many more of those coming soon 😀
wow yo tampoco se como podria alguien disfrutar de ver la tv colocada de esa manera ha ha ha =P
I do not know about living in a house with the color of those walls, yellow, pink, red and I think I saw one green one, talk about a headache. And I see what you mean about the chairs and the tv, my neck hurts looking at it. I wish I had the square jar, I have the butter lid and paddles that go on top of it but my jar is broken. They must have milked their cows and sold the butter and milk from them. Another great find.
Those large jars, for milk.. of course. I have seen them somewhere before.
This is milk for my eyes. Interesting as here you can collect puzzles about previous owners lives and create a story. What is this milkman went vegan in 60s and everything collapsed?
Was there 'Vegan' in those days? Veggies existed but not at the level of today's world. The cow records are from the mid 80's. Do you have to register every single cow you own?
I think yes. The govs want the tax
I wonder if that style of TV watching came from the radio era. Makes sense to me that someone who grew up with just radio might have treated a TV as just a fancy radio. Set it between us and listen. Glance at it occasionally if anything interesting seems like it's going on.
LOL, they may have been re-positioned by other explorers to make a suitable photograph. It happens often.
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I remember visiting houses that looked like that one would have when it was occupied. All seems a different era now. People tended to hang onto old stuff and not decorate every couple of years. It is fascinating to see a time capsule like that. Another decade and it will probably be in a much worse state if the roof is leaking.
The roof will eventually be its undoing. I like to get them before it happens if possible!
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A doey upper that one.
I wonder if the owners left in a hurry. It seems they did not get all their personal belongings (e.g. the Jacket and perfume)? There is also the possibility that it was planted but it is more unlikely.
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This is a gorgeous record of this home; hard to believe the lighting was so good in there to allow the images to turn out so well. Glad you got this photographic history before the 'tourbus' or graffiti inclined vandals found their own way over that fence.
After my first few, I purchased a giant light that has served me well.
Ah, that does make a lot of sense. Being married to a wedding photographer (well, she gave it up six months ago, but I've got years of stories) - one of my wife's ongoing complaints is always about lighting. It's one of those constant gripes I've heard over the year, so I think it is becoming ingrained now to wonder about lighting.