This house can be seen from pretty much anywhere in Hay. However, somehow it still took me 3 attempts to find it! There is no longer a road nor track to the house, it is nestled between winding single track roads and steep mountain verges packed with sheep and Spring lambs. None of the roads quite go near enough at the right angle to see it up close from the road and so you have to judge the direction from further away to find it… Once you do though, wowee. Sheep baaaahing and scattering in front of you, the best view over Hay on Wye, blossom tree bloooming and this white stone bricked farm house/cottage jutted out upon a natural stage like edge. ‘Hippies beware’ and ‘fuck sid’ scrawled on the door, this used to be a hang out for said ‘hippies’ I was told – it has been derelict for years and years, the farmer, who lives a few miles down the road, just won’t sell it even though there’s been countless attempts to buy it from him, simply because it’s his land. Inside the rooms could be beautiful, with the picturesque views outside, fireplaces and wood beams. It isn’t until I come back downstairs (which is a dark experience, luckily I had a torch) that I noticed the sheep carcass rotting by the old stove. It must have accidentally strolled in one day and never come out. Ahh! I’m glad I found this place at last 🙂