Home is where the heart is (Sunday afternoon urbex)

I haven’t posted anything substantial for a little while… I have been busy with work, music, family, moving house and masters (all at the same time and in no particular order)! Anyway, in the process of moving some belongings from my mums house (in Frimley Green) to my new house (in Brighton), I noticed this derelict house very nearby.

So today I dragged my poor mum for a spot of Sunday afternoon urban exploration. I think she quite enjoyed it although she did get scared at one point and started humming gently to herself (which in turn scared me as I couldn’t see her…)

It was a pretty creepy old house with signs of decaying everyday life scattered throughout including a pair of neon pink leopard print pants. The best bit was an old rotting rabbit toy that someone had positioned atop child’s chair in front of a smashed up TV with the words ‘home is where the heart is’ emblazoned behind it on the wall. There were also some other rather odd slogans daubed across the walls in childlike black paint. I would love to know who the author was…