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OWLING
MANOR (1)

London, August 30, 2010. My friend Andrea and I are going on that day to discover a strange abandoned Victorian mansion. We do not doubt will happen again What a veritable obstacle course. The trouble began when, after taking our tickets, we are wrong platform. The train leaves in 3 minutes, it is about noon. I start to run, convinced that Andree follows me. This is where I lose it. The problem is that she told me be left without her cell phone ... so after several minutes of searching I finally ask for an announcement to be made throughout the station to find myself at Andree reception point ... except that during that time she took the train to the city where we must go to make the change, that I finally know by checking my text messages, because ultimately, she has her laptop! We end up back on the station platform. An hour of lost. Also in the rush, I asked an employee of the line where the next train to Dovecourt, our destination. He told me platform 3 in 3 minutes. So here we are on the train. It begins to take the lead about the incident for at least half an hour, then time passes, pass, pass ... the controller comes and tells us we are not in the right train! Stupor, stress, nervousness, it is 14:30, but the controller is nice, we do not pay a fine (it was the equivalent of twice the planned route) and we let us not be discouraged ... it redid the road reverse and start again. With all these setbacks, we can Dovecourt to 17 hours!

According to the plan we have, the mansion is a good half-hour walk, so do not dawdle ... but I printed plan indicates a road that does not stop at the location indicated, the guy's hometown inn says it is the first left then this is the second ... We are the edge of a wood, and it is 18 hours.

You meet a guy on the road that says "yes, Owling Manor is one mile away, a very mysterious house, he must pass over a barrier , cross a field to get there ... "we did all that but there is still no! Meanwhile, we ran into the brambles, nettles, I stressed to see the light fall, Andree Zen that the Dalai Lama ... she is also an exemplary patience and I was awarded a medal to follow me into this mess with the rush that I ... imposes

Then, a resident of the area tells us that it is the door of his house after ... we climbed over a fence in the mud and nettles, and explores a farm ... I think that this is surely the outbuildings of the manor ...

But aside from this old piano musty, nothing like up close or from afar at a mansion here ... this is not the wasteland! We just lost another hour.

So we turned around, it will retry the opposite door, asking for more residents of the house next door who say "you can not miss if you follow the path lined with trees, "but we can not find the path and stressed out, tired, bleeding, itch with nettles English that are decidedly more warlike than here, at the final moment of giving up, the way is there under my eyes ...

Manor Owling When we arrive, it is 20 hours. Despite the light dims, we still have a fast lap, just to take some pictures. The house is much more devastated than I've ever seen on the net. But it is still surprising, given its quirky architecture.

The lounge chairs and its twin, the ground floor.

The skylight in the middle of the house.

It is clear that kids the corner came to have parties in view of the corpses of bottles that we found some fun to be staged as to accentuate the singular and the murky atmosphere of the house. A painting with a portrait of a woman torn, a broom and a black dress stricted the ingredients for a bad horror movie series B.

One of the inhabitants of the manor was probably the painter who has represented this brunette with a strange look on several paintings and sketches found in the house. This piece was to be his studio.

On the roof, many doves have made their home and helped to destroy the rotten floor 3rd floor. The clock is ticking and we need to go ... Andree and I did not imagine one second remaining to sleep tonight in this gloomy house and we decide to break camp. It was at that time said Andree inspired to sing a capella an aria in this peaceful, sorry ...

I film the scene, as in a dream ... the voice of Andree rises and that's when the hooting of owls meet him in the heart ... it is almost dark, you see nothing but we still have the sound of this strange interlude of a song "at nightfall" in front of a mansion maybe haunted! I was almost afraid Andree awakens the spirits with his powerful vocals and sharp, but when night came, it is in the healing that we made our way back. Who said that music soothes the soul? You should know that Andree was fasting and had eaten or drunk for the day ... this woman is almost superhuman fifties!

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I was certainly frustrated at not being able to explore more Retail Owling Manor, but ultimately very happy with my day with Andree, the opportunity to become a "Urbex SINGER *" more honorable! I just had that rare photographs of poor quality but the memories were there to overcome my disappointment. Unless ... unless fate decides otherwise ...

TO BE CONTINUED

* = Urbex Urban Exploration contraction English (urban exploration)