All I knew was that it was in the hills, above a village in Powys, at the end of a long muddy track.
Follow your intuition, to me this sign was a bit of a give away. So off I set, after about 20 mins I guess I was starting to have doubts. It was one of those....... just one more bend in the lane........ five more minutes type of places.
Perfect if you are one of those 10k steps a day types. I am happy if I do 165, thats enough don't take me out of my comfort zone.
I was out of my comfort zone.
Je suis ici
There is a lot of chatter about this place on the interweb, I cant be arsed, it is mostly guess work, embellishment and bullshit. Welcome to America Cottage
C'mon
Lets Mooch
I enjoy it when getting my leg over is this easy; took awhile though for my eyes to adjust to the gloom
It is unknown why it is called America, but the census of 1851, suggests it was originally constructed as a terrace of cottages inhabited by farm labourers and their families.
The evolution of cooking appliances and the evolution of appliances for the evacuation process.
This is the weirdest bog I have ever encountered, situated in a small alcove at the bottom of one of the staircases. There was no evidence of there ever being a door fitted, but notice the handle on the door frame to pull yourself off.
We do things differently in Wales.
Ladies Employment Bureau: didn't we live in simpler, happier times; when boys were boys and girls were girls, non of this wetwipe gender neutral bollocks.
There be treasure a plenty in these here parts. Although a throwback pram in pristine condition was the last thing I expected to see.
Now that is what I call a bath, long and deep, better than the tin bath in front of the open fire that would have been used prior to modernisation.
Well if you can call it that, no central heating, bare painted stone walls, it must have been unbearable during the winter, yet rumour has it, folk lived here up until circa 2006
The romantic in me would say "What a view to wake up to every morning".
The realist would say " Fuck me it's 15 miles to the nearest Lidl"
Random furniture: Random lighting
Birds should fly free, not be kept in tiny cages
What a gorgeous piece of furniture, a nursing chair perhaps. It should be saved and loved.
god fearing.
It was whilst I was mooching upstairs that the voices came to me.
NO! I was not like Saul on the road to Damascus, being called to repent and to see the error of, and change my ways.
Never gonna happen.
I heard several; male, loud and aggressive. Hmm! I thought.
See, I am a lover not a fighter, but I really did not fancy getting bummed in a clusterfuck in the Welsh hills, thank you very much!
The voices were coming from outside the building, i glanced out of the window, I needed to weigh up my options.
Yes, four of them, wild eyed and bearded, three of them carrying sticks. Great.
I did: I was
Fucking ramblers, trespassing through the countryside as if they own the place!
A child's shoe, the last bit to see, I thought it would be my last memory, but........
.....never ignore the outbuildings.
It takes 4 years to qualify as a motor mechanic, through an apprenticeship scheme.
"Nah sod that just go and buy one of these manuals, an adjustable spanner and a big fuck off hammer and you can fix anything"
Oh how they laughed at the gullible.
Looks Like Rhys, studied at Leeds Uni. An endearing letter from his mother, why this has ended up here I don't know as it is an address some 10 miles away.....
......and fancy that, some lassie, cancels a holiday, but still wants her decorating done, and help with some studies in physics.
A pretty long winded ask could have been compressed to: " Any thing you have in connection with elektrickery as I am fucking clueless".
Who doesn't like rubbing an old brass
Oh! hello Joan, we were just talking about you.
