The Old Vicarage

I made myself go for a long walk today, shake off some of the Winter fat stored around my backside and clear the lungs with some icy air.  I had wanted to take some photographs of a house I had seen only a few days before Christmas. I had driven past it and could not shake it from my memory. It is, or was, a Vicarage which stood facing my old school. It had been left empty for a while, and like all abandoned buildings, the vandals had had their fun. I wanted to see it before it was sold or knocked down. Sorry to say my pics don’t do it justice. I remembered it many years ago, squeezed between a Crown Green Bowling club and another large house that, I think, was called ‘Broomhills’ ( sadly demolished to make way for shoe box sized apartments).

Roof tops of The Old Vicarage.

The grass covered driveway.

Rear of the house. Apologies for the obstructed view, I was dangling over a fence! Why the Porthole window?

You can still just see ‘Vicarage’ in gold lettering on the gatepost.

It’s just another old house, another ruin, there are a lot of them where I live. No one has the money or mortgages to see to them, unfortunately. I can always dream of a lottery win…