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Tuesday, 10 November 2015

Return to Calcott Hall

Another day, another giggle at the irony that the sound of a house settling is actually the most unsettling sound a house can make. We're talking today about Calcott Hall.


I was joined on my return here by the tree surgeon, and by a shapeshifting member of the Illuminati, in frog form. They kinda snuck up on us. In fact they weren't even invited. But understand, you can't just tell the Illuminati to go away. I did, however, ask that it put a good word in for me with Margaret Thatchers grand daughter.


Calcott Hall was previously documented on this blog back in the days when I had the mobile phone, and not my current camera. So I'm not going to bother with the many out buildings, because if you've seen one barn, you've seen them all. I doubt Calcott Halls have changed that much. It was the main building we wanted to get into, and we spent a good deal of our time sneaking around to find a way in.

It's a place of mystery. The owner, a lady with a red dress, allegedly died in the 1970s and the place was left as an eerie time capsule of the past, until the newspapers ran a story on it, sensationalising it with the placement of a red dress, and naming the house "Red Dress Manor."
Thanks to the media attention, a plethora of explorers and curious sightseers descended on Shropshire to check out Calcott Hall, and it's been pillaged, vandalized and re-arranged. But it still retains a very creepy vibe. And this is saying something, given the number of abandoned places I've been to. This is one of the few places I feel like I'm truly tresspassing, because it feels like a home.

Due to its fame, the neighbours are very defensive of the place, eager to keep people out. I've heard stories of people who were caught and arrested, and indeed, Tree Surgeon and I were stopped and questioned by a suspicious passerby. I provided my fast talk in an eccentrified tone. Take note- If someone wants to have a sensible conversation with you and you act like a weirdo, they generally want the conversation to be over as soon as possible. It's an excellent tactic for avoiding situations that I will use again and again. Nevertheless, in spite of accepting what I said and quickly ducking out of conversation, our guard neighbour continued to lurk, and we had to get creative with our entry.

And then of course there were bovine! Horned bovine!
Now, a common myth is that only bulls have horns. This is false. Cows can have horns too. But bulls are more likely to charge, so we had to be careful. The bovine were between us and the house, and we had to get close enough to ascertain their gender, while still maintaining a safe distance should they choose to impail us on their horns.
Luckily they were female and we pressed on...

There was one out building I had to snap, purely because I didn't last time...


But getting into the house was the main priority. Lurking around the out buildings was too risky, what with the lurking neighbours. The cows were also our enemy, because even though they did not charge, they reacted to us, and watched us throughout. Anyone watching the cows would figure out that we were scurrying around.

I found that the entire internal layout of Calcott Hall had been altered since my visit in February. The door was now barricaded but to preserve the means of entry, we'll start there anyway. Tree Surgeon said to me "Who puts a TV in the middle of a hallway?" to which I replied "Photographers."




 And yes, the layout did seem to have been changed purely to make things photogenic for certain tastes, as if the place wasn't eerie enough as it is!



There are two front lounges, each in a pretty poor state, but still displaying the former refinery of the place.















Somehow these two lounges were more decayed than a third, smaller lounge area that was just creepy in its ever-changing but oddly pristine layout.










The kitchen had also been re-arranged and was much less cluttered. Like Vanity House, the sewiung machine had been stolen.

Is there a mysterious Shropshire Sewing Machine Burglar?












There's a very cluttered pantry just beyond that.






Beyond this is the mysterious back room, which appears to have been used to treat animals at some point. It's very dark and grim back there and looks like the set of a horror movie.











To add to the horror movie setting, the cellar can be accessed through this backroom.
















Oddly enough, I have a theory based on the architecture that quite possibly the backroom was not part of the original house layout, but was added as an extension later on. Of course, this doesn't mean it's not horribly old, given that Calcott Hall was built in 1725. Above the backroom are the bathrooms, and prior to adequate flushing mechanisms, the toilet facilities would have been in outbuildings.
So it seems completely feasable to me that this little back room and the above bathrooms could have been added later on. This would have meant the cellar was accessible via the exterior of the building, but given the layout of the cellar it also seems completely feasable to me that there may have been another way up that would have been taken out when the extension was built.

But of course, I'm just speculating.

Upstairs in Calcott Hall, things are still creepy.


There  are three bathrooms, the largest of which had another set of stairs leading down into the room below. But it didn't seem at all safe to be in.





Some razors hung in a bag on the bathroom door.

Onto the bedrooms...




The bedrooms are pretty trashed, and nature is clawing its way back in. I don't know how many people lived here by the time it was abandoned, but it had five bedrooms and must have been lived in by a large family originally.



In my opinion, the creepiest bedroom is the one that seems to have once belonged to two girls. There were two beds, items of clothing and bits of school uniform, and a load of old schoolbooks.





One could potentially spend a whole day flicking through these old books and sorting out their belongings that are strewn everywhere. And this is the part of abandoned houses that really gets to me. Here we have an entire chunk of someones life immortalized in this wreckage. But where are they now? Allegedly it was a lady with a red dress who lived here and died, leaving the place abandoned. But clearly there was an entire family here once.


This document is stamped 1961. 




Another bedroom had a double bed, and there was a very telling sight here. The way the torn curtain had been pinned back to the dressing table meant that anyone in this room was visible from the road. It was far too deliberate, a clever plan that the guard neighbours and their bovine companions.








The room in which the red dress was allegedly found is the smallest bedroom in the building, with only a single bed. And allegedly the lady in the red dress was the home owner, the big cheese and the grand poohbah of Red Dress Manager slept here, rather than in the larger bedrooms with double beds. It's just another reason why I think that the red dress hype was largely fictionalized. But why was it so? I happen to find more fascination in the house as a whole than the media did. Calcott Hall needs no sensationalisation. It is amazing.




On my last visit the dolls house set was on the floor in the attic and I'm pretty happy someone brought it all down from there and put it on display where everyone could see it.Because not everybody is going to want to go to the attic...



Here's the famous wardrobe, missing its famous red dress. 


Above us was the attic, which is getting increasingly more dangerous.




The attic floor was very unsafe and I did have a minor scare when my foot almost went right through a floorboard. It is here that the true damage and decay to Calcott Hall can be seen. The attic is on the brink of total collapse and will someday be impossible to get to.





There was quite the clutter of old games and comics up here. 





As you can see, there is rooftop access but there was no way I was going to tempt it, what with the guard neighbours.
And the fact that I'd probably die.

There is an upper attic that I glanced at...


And that was Calcott Hall, ready to see if another winter won't reduce it to rubble.

I love this place!

Sure, it's authenticity is brought to question by a plethora of intruders and visitors since the media coverage exposed it to the world, and a lot of stuff has been pillaged, and what hasn't been stolen has been rearranged countless times, but the atmosphere is still there! It still feels like a home. It still has the eerie sad quality of a home simply left and abandoned.

In addition, I thoroughly enjoyed all the sneaking and evasion that went into this re-adventure of Calcott Hall, since I started all this exploring by rooftopping in plain sight in Shrewsbury. The fear of getting caught is far less prevalent when exploring locations out in rural Shropshire.

And of course I love the mystery behind Calcott Hall.

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