pyoor_excuse (pyoor_excuse) wrote in abandonedplaces,
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Holiday Catchup, the revenge.

I recently went on a week's holiday from Ireland. A country which seems to consist (at least in Rural areas) of an incredible number of abandoned buildings. In the end we only went in one, but we chose a good one...



We espied this one fenced off by a 6 foot tall, pointy metal, green fence. Now, we had no particular intention of trespassing despite my desire to go looksie; outside it, and visible from our distance were a couple of shipping containers; the building was obviously open though, and it was...tempting. We wandered along the 'new' path that people'd created alongside the fence which cut viciously across the path we'd been following. Suddenly the big green fence ended.

Then there were....a couple of strands of wires on poles....for a fence...

Then someone'd trampled the wires down. There was, essentially, no significant barrier. We um'd and ah'd. Kathryn reminded me of my nurse status. But standing there, in that isolated spot, it was clear that there was no activity, and no one around.

I stepped over the fence, explaining that Kathryn most definately didn't have to come with me and I'd be quick...

About 2 minutes later we were standing in a manor house built in 1799...



It was and is one of the most utterly fantastic places I've explored. Very little remains, the floor only stays standing because it's solid vaulted brick. Apart from a bookcase / cupboard (it's difficult to tell) built into the second floor wall and a couple of bits of lath and plaster hanging off the walls I couldn't see any original features inside. The house looked out over the lake, its cold decaying frontage displayed to the world. But inside it was a feast for the eyes. Overrun by plants, the place displayed a beauty it never would have had in life.



It was utterly enchanting to walk around.



As Kathryn (my wife) said, it was like being in a children's fairytale.

It had obviously been bricked up and reopened in the not completely distant past, and there was some evidence that someone, at some time, had been wanting to renovate it. I wanted to renovate it. Were it not in rural Ireland, and instead in Canada I'd be trying to work out how to get the money to restore it.

In the cellar lurked a couple of very clearly abandoned bits of builder's tables, but the plywood door to the front of the house lying on it's back (and having clearly been lying there for some time), and the overturned and empty oil container (the drive area reeked of oil) told the story of an abortive attempt to resuscitate the home. I'm not sure it wants to be renovated.



The foundation stone lurks behind a (presumably) later addition to give a courtyard type area near one of the cellar doors, Kathryn spotted it, and photographed it. I, distressingly ran out of both batteries and space on my CF card as we were there.

I've no idea when it was abandoned; Ireland's telephone company appeared in the 1880s,and it shows evidence of having had a telephone connection (isolators are above one of the windows), so it must have been in use then. Initially we thought it may have been burnt down during the Famine (1840s to 50s) - it looked like there might have been a fire - but that'd be too early. I've not managed to find anything about it online...

The Flickr set from our holiday is here (there's lots of human-abated abandonment - monasterys, etc; oh and a pub in there); but photos of the manor house start here.

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