Whilst out on an early morning bike ride I cycled past an overgrown driveway with signs for a Motor Salvage center – not only does the thought of derelict property get my juices flowing but a nice old derelict motor can have quite the same affect on my investigative mind. I must have looked a site cycling through on my beautiful atomic turquoise ladies vintage bike, all in purple carrying a bunch of purple wild flowers I’d picked whilst riding (you know, just accessorizing). Anyway, the men of Hainford Hall Motor Salvage seemed most pleased to see me, and I was most pleased to have found not only a scrapyard for vehicles but in the center of these piles of metal lay an abandoned manor house – full of the promises of former glory. I asked the manager if I could get inside for a few photos and he most kindly agreed for me to return later that day as he had a key to get inside. It turned out he’d bought the property but that it’s now falling into disrepair after countless break-ins by vandals left the task of restoring the property more distant.
Hainford Hall itself is said haunted, the man told us about a young girl who had died in one of the rooms – this room still had an old kettle on the cooker, however I didn’t feel any different, or more eerie vibes compared to a lot of the places that I explore – maybe everywhere’s haunted, that’d make more sense to me – why would lost souls choose only to hang around in bird-nest infested rotting walls? Perhaps to watch the beauty of the decay around them?
Most of the rooms were used to store personal items of the owner – previously being an antiques dealer he had some real special artifacts among the gaudily decorated wallpapers and impressive central fires. I think I got to this one just in time, before its owner unfortunately has to pass it on and it almost definitely will become another flattened ruin lost in the rubble.
Lost in the Rubble ~ Jessica Kim 