Before we left we had one more room to see, dubbed “the green room” by other explorers, for obvious reasons.  Getting into it was a bit of a pain, as we had to inch our way along the edge of a giant hole in the floor in the foyer in order to get through the door.  This room didn’t have as much clutter lying around as the others, and was one of the better preserved rooms.  We found more newspapers, more pictures of cows, a small toy model of the Titanic, an old cheque book, and most interestingly a certificate of baptism dated Christmas Day, 1938.   The furniture in this room is in amazing shape, the cushions on the chairs still firm and comfortable.  Next to the fireplace are a number of walking canes, all in perfect shape and planted in the most bizarre cane holder with a monkey on it.   The TV is not a part of the green room, but is found upstairs and doesn’t fit with any of the photo sets.  The last shot is a partial view of the front of the house. We left the same way we came in, and the bull had laid down in his hay pile, his indifferent gaze following us as we left.

All in all? The experience of a lifetime!  I’ve been in love with derelict buildings for as long as I can remember, in awe of their grim beauty.  Whilst I’ve been on a few other urban exploring excursions, nothing has topped this manor… and I have a feeling nothing ever will.   This is a  jackpot, a rare and beautiful and awe inspiring find, one that has remained untouched by vandals and thieves, one that will hopefully remain standing for years to come so others, those brave enough to hop the fence and get past the bull, may appreciate this amazing house.